#siriseen

[captnjtkirka]

❝    I’m used to seeing Bones   ------    Doctor McCoy here.   I forgot he was currently on shore leave   ...    got anything for a headache?   ❞    @siriseen​   ->   starter call

[royalcaretaker]

[[Starter for @siriseen !]]

Sometimes, it was just fun to tease someone until they gave in to their anger, even while visiting another planet. It had all been fun and games, until said someone had decided to actually embrace their anger, enough so to make Galfore, still laughing loudly, leave the place in a rush and have them (not a tamaranean, hence they were unable to follow immediately) curse after him.

There was the possibility that the guy was enraged enough to actually take a ship and pick up chase of him, though, so after a little flight through the nothingness, Galfore chose a nearby ship to head onto. Getting onto it was easy enough - and he actually managed so without breaking anything! - and so next up was navigating around the ship well-enough. Maybe find a hiding place for a little bit of time, or just keep wandering through it; he just would probably be better off not being noticed all too much. And just as he thought this, he hit his head against a... shelf or something, above, which shook it enough that all the stuff stacked onto it rained down. Now, as trained warrior, he did manage to catch a few things, but most of it still rattled to the ground with a whole lot of noise. With the things he caught still in his hands and arms (and one thing even caught with a foot), he froze for a few moments, listening intently to the silence that seemed to now fill the room even stronger than it had been before, listening if there was any alarm or maybe rushed footsteps or anything else of similar urgency to be heard.

[queenofthegalaxxy]

[[Starter for @siriseen​ !]]

It was one of those clubs that Blackfire enjoyed going to. And, for once, actually not one of Earth, but instead this one was more or less a space station all on its own. Which made it a perfect refuge for a little time of fun, without all the hassle of rules or even law enforcements trying to find someone. However this place managed to avoid it all so well, it was one of the reasons she enjoyed it so much here. Just a really good place to have some fun in, and perhaps even meet some potential new business-partners.

Or just someone interesting, like right now.

“Hii~!” She put up a grin, and with a gesture ordered two drinks, for her and her current point of interest, before hovering closer to take a seat next to her. “I’ve heard of you! Your recent stunt was really impressive, I gotta admit.” Okay, to be honest, Blackfire made compliments like these surprisingly often, never really completely meaning it though. It was mostly just a means for a good start. “You played these fools like it was nothing, from what I’ve heard. Must’ve been a lot of fun.”

[ltbroccoli]

@siriseen​ ( continued )

❝ It seems like everyone everywhere is super mad about everything all the time. ❞

  Her right hand sweeps in towards herself; her hands follow an invisible globe. Welcome to the world. But – no. Where is her mind? She sees the way his figure is bent. The way his frame draws in on itself and his eyes dart endlessly around. The unevenness of his breathing; the pallidness of his skin. Sarcasm is not what he’s looking for. It’s not what he needs. “Oh…” Her lips pouts out – her eyebrows draw together, and her fist follows an oval before her chest. I’m sorry. Her hands hold nothing – she touches fingers curled to a y to her chin. What’s wrong?

Reg takes a deep breath, attempting to steady himself. “It’s... it’s nothing. I just go through life thinking everyone hates me. And wants me gone. I don’t think you can d-do anything about that.” The past few months have been the toughest of Reg’s life, bringing back fears he’d thought he’d conquered a while ago.”

[iteradastra]

[ 3 little words starters - accepting ]

@siriseen​ said: “Are you lying?” ( for Hugh!!! )

“I’m not, but I don’t have time to convince you right now. I know what he looks like, but he’s not connected to the Collective anymore. He’s not dangerous. He’s just a patient now, and he needs help. Are you willing to help or not?”

[alljvststars]

@siriseen​​​​ from here

   “Uh?” It’s the closest she can verbally come to an oh?, but the tone and raised eyebrows, hopefully, helps convey her meaning. It’s not long before she breaks into a crocodile-wide smile, taps on her own chest; taps her temple; brushes something away from her; points a single index finger from her lips. A holoscreen beside her glows to life. I’m not sure what you mean.

Pale eyes don’t flicker from Sirise’s face, although her eyebrows jump for her hairline at the same time as the doctor raises hers, quick as a reflection — at least, if the mirror in question also shifted all expressions into flat, unimpressed vacancy.

Avril wouldn’t recognize a single phrase of FSSL, but she watches Sirise’s hands move with the same intensity she watches anyone else speak, blinking reptilianly-slowly before her eyes flicker over to the text translation.

“No?”

[startrekroleplay]

ik you’re probably the one fielding these but i’ll follow the format.... empathicstars/sirisee/skymade etc is an amazing RPer and creates wonderful OCs and is all around so lovely to write with :)

@empathicstars / @siriseen / @skymade 

Star Trek Positivity Party! Send something nice about your favorite roleplayers and we’ll @ them for you. (Guidelines.)

[scurriles]

SIRISE + GREEN for @siriseen