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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on May 19, 2016 18:26:41 GMT -5
He turns around, reaching into a previously hidden bowl and popping a sausage link into his mouth with a wicked grin on his face. Chuckling to himself, he walks back over, placing the bowl in front of Tiberius. "Don't worry about me, this is your breakfast. Think of it as a thank you." He pulls up a chair, sitting across from Tiberius on the other side of the desk.
"You know, in two weeks, this will be the first time I'll ever be too far from the homeworld to visit my mother's memorial on the anniversary of her passing." He smiles sadly, looking back at the streaking starscape beyond the window. "I used to think that the very idea was intolerable, but now that you're here, that reality seems a lot more bearable. I've never been with someone longer than a night before now, and I still can't remember what kind of connection we shared, but... you make me forget about my problems for a while. I didn't realize how much I needed that." He turns around, averting eye contact, face flushing with color as that smile turns from wistful to an infatuated, almost boyish shyness.
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on May 19, 2016 16:29:09 GMT -5
Using a spatula, he flips a particularly fluffy bacon and cheese omelette onto a plate decorated with golden brown hash browns, four juicy strips of bacon, and two slices of buttered rye toast. Turning to face Tiberius, he doesn't even bat an eye at the man's exposed state, gently laying a cloth napkin in his lap and kissing him on the cheek as he sets the plate and silverware in front of him.
"I really must insist on the finest treatment for you." He flashes Tiberius his most charming smile, then moves back to the kitchen area, cleaning the dirty utensils and pans he'd used in preparation. "I checked all of the ingredients out of the pantry this morning. It used up my rations for the week, but you're worth it."
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on May 18, 2016 12:49:49 GMT -5
Some people believe that Cardassians don't feel guilt, however, if you were to see Tolar's face upon realizing that he'd opted to sleep over cooking dinner for his lover...
Skrăgh.
He bolted upward, throwing himself off balance and falling off the couch. "Computer, time?" 0427 hours. Good! Then there was still time to do something. Rising to his feet, he took inventory of the situation. Still in his uniform, hair slightly rustled. Overall, still presentable. Commander Arnimane had given him permission to leave before alpha shift had officially ended, and he went straight to his quarters. Thirteen hours ago? He must have been exhausted. Good thing the Sentinel was on light duty for the next couple of days.
Fighting through the early morning grogginess, he smooths his hair with his left hand and straightens his shirt out with the right, strolling out the door, stifling a yawn. The turbolift doors open in front of him. Stepping inside, he calls out, "Deck two." The mess hall, clean and empty this time of morning. He dips behind the counter and grabs the pantry access log, making an entry. Opening the cabinet door, he places several items into an insulated container. Snapping it shut with a smile on his face, he takes the container and makes his way back to the turbolift.
About forty-five minutes later, Tiberius' quarters would fill with a heavenly aroma, the light sound of sizzling punctuating the typical hum of the ship's engines.
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on May 16, 2016 1:21:06 GMT -5
[Daedalus OOC] [2:17] Tolar@Starboard_Nacelle: Decia be like "yo Jon and Alice be tight but I lowkey want dat Asian-lookin' booty u feel me fam"
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on May 15, 2016 14:07:12 GMT -5
The JPEG compression is actually starting to hurt my eyes.
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on May 12, 2016 18:22:32 GMT -5
I hope this brings some much-needed engine optimization in other areas. I still can't maintain a consistent 60 FPS on Spacedock with an i7-4790K and a GTX 970.
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on May 9, 2016 19:18:22 GMT -5
The hand caressing the back of his head moves to his left temple, rubbing it, a weary sigh escaping him. "To be honest, I have something of a headache right now and I don't feel particularly well-rested." Indeed, he wears a look of restlessness on his face, light circles around his eyes that weren't there before. "But I'm glad you're here. At least this day's starting off on a good note." He brightens a bit, smiling at Tiberius through his exhaustion. "So, you and I are connected now? I'm sure this means you gleamed something of my being. I can't help but feel like I got the raw end of the deal, seeing as I don't remember any of it." He pouts slightly, then picks up his platter, gesturing to the dining table with his head. "Shall we sit down together? I feel as though I'd be an unwelcoming host if I didn't prepare you something in return."
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on May 9, 2016 9:59:36 GMT -5
Tolar's eyes jolt open, the sound of a voice and music that wasn't his alarm rousing him from his deep slumber. He shoots upward, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and peeking around the bedroom door frame to see Tiberius sitting at the desk with a breakfast platter in front of him. Unsure if he's still asleep, he rubs his eyes and blinks rapidly. Satisfied that it is actually reality he's seeing, he shakes his head, relaxing as he leans on the door frame, folding his arms.
"I'm not sure whether I should be thankful or frightened that you broke into my quarters just to make me breakfast." He smirks slightly, inhaling the scents floating through his quarters. Clad only in his standard issue boxer-briefs, he reaches over to the dresser to his left, quickly appropriating and putting on a sleeveless white shirt. Not exactly proper attire to greet a guest, but it would have to do.
Strolling out into the living area, Tolar smooths out his ruffled morning hair as best he can. As he approaches, he admires Tiberius' thoughtfulness, looking over the platter on the desk. "Scrambled reekah eggs, fresh orn leaf tea. This is all very sweet of you." He smiles warmly at Tiberius. "That connection we shared last night must have been quite profound. I just wish I could remember it." His smile inverts into a frown, his hand rubbing the back of his head.
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on May 8, 2016 18:22:52 GMT -5
We all need a mental health day here and there. Take all the time you need to feel better!
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on May 4, 2016 11:05:53 GMT -5
For me, this moment was maximum cringe. She grew up flying hoverbikes over dirt, now she's an ace pilot and a mechanic who knows Han's ship better than him! Ugh.
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on May 4, 2016 0:35:38 GMT -5
Not quite! Axanar only got sued because they were using the funds acquired under the guise of the Star Trek IP to create their own for-profit movie studio. They essentially used CBS and Paramount's property to advertise themselves without their consent. That's also why Nintendo took down that Super Mario 64 Bob-omb Battlefield remake done in Unity. The character plugin being demonstrated with the program had a premium, paid option, so the creator stood to make money from Nintendo's IP. While this project seems to be a simple labor of love with no underlying intent, it's reasonable to argue that it could affect sales of the original game.
Also, the quote system on this forum is total garbage and I loathe it with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns.
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on May 4, 2016 0:14:41 GMT -5
Time for some original content!
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on May 3, 2016 22:27:20 GMT -5
I doubt this is going to get very far, honestly. The idea is neat, but the IP is protected by copyright and the original product is still making money. Even if no one in America had an issue with it, once the Trans-Pacific Partnership goes into effect, any number of international entities with publishing rights to the original game could slap them with a cease and desist.
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Apr 30, 2016 0:04:18 GMT -5
On the subject of weird music:
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Apr 29, 2016 23:42:29 GMT -5
I have a friend who watches the Mongolian Throat Singing video daily, so that's definitely not the strangest thing I've heard of.
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