2364

January 1, 2364

The party this year went a lot nicer than last year. No Sam, proper booze was to be had, and some of Travis' friends brought people along that weren't human also, making it more of a party, instead of a gathering of people checking out Travis' hot exotic girlfriend and getting drunk. Travis even convinced the guy who volunteered for DJ duty to slip in some of the stuff from our collection.

Travis wasn't prepared though... His friends started to encourage us to make a show of our sex to ring in the new year. Those who'd been to the party last year didn't hesitate to talk about what we'd done, and expressed interest in getting to see it this time. Those who hadn't been here last year, they were fascinated by the tales told by those who had, and added their pleas to the chorus. The more the pleas came in, the more I wanted to do it. They even started trying to set up a stage for us when I didn't outright tell them no.

When Blue started cheering us on, Travis went red in the face and tried to hide. When I went to drag him out of the guest bedroom he tried to hide in, Blue disappeared off towards the kitchen where all the alcohol had been laid out on the table. I already had suspicions of what Blue intended, so I didn't even mention the sex that everyone else was trying to convince us to make a display of when I found Travis. He was pouting in a chair when I found him, so I settled into his lap, and guided his head to rest on my chest by petting him. Blue didn't take too long to arrive with Romulan Ale, which he offered Travis as a consolation for the avid solicitations he'd been receiving.

It only took the one to get him to wander out of the bedroom again, and he didn't even have to make it through another half a glass before he got enough over being shy to agree to the display at midnight. In honor of the Romulan Ale being the winning vote on the display, everyone had a glass to ring in the new year as they watched us. Knowing how long it would take to finish if we didn't rush it, also taking the glass and a half of Romulan Ale involved into account, I made a point to get us started a good hour ahead of time. Blue was kind enough to agree to give me some indication of the time at quarter 'til midnight, so I even managed to have us building to climax as everyone started the count down.

Everyone cheered Happy New Year as Travis and I finished, and I grinned wide. He collapsed on top of me, and nuzzled in close for a minute before he sat bolt upright and looked around him surprised. Everyone cheered for him as he sat up, and he flushed a deep red as if he'd just realized what he'd spent the last hour doing in front of his friends. He locked eyes with me, and I smiled brightly as I took his hand, and pulled it to my lips in order to tease him with a light grazing of my teeth. At this, he shook his head, then leaned down for a quick kiss before promptly removing himself from the table we'd been set up on and seeking his clothes. The crowd dispersed to seek out more booze or to wander outside to enjoy the various fireworks going off.

Blue sat on the edge of the table, handing me my dress, and watched Travis snag his boxers from a floor lamp across the room. When I quickly tugged my dress over my head and moved to sit on the edge of the table next to him, Blue admitted that the display made him wish Travis was more inclined to at least let him watch. I reached over to give his hand a squeeze as Travis had to perch on a chair and yank his shirt down from the chandelier. He yanked this over his head as he jumped down, and looked over at me. I waved to him with a smile and he shook his head as he stooped down to grab his pants from under the couch.

As Travis was pulling his pants up again, his buddy Chris walked up to him and slapped him across the back with a boisterous congratulation on the magnificent display. Travis mumbled a humble and befuddled thanks, which earned him a friendly punch to the shoulder. When Chris suggested he'd have to rub it in to Sam, when he returned to town, that he missed out on a great display because of his jackassery of last year, this finally provoked a positive response from Travis. I elected to stroll over at that, and joined the conversation by wrapping my arms around one of Travis' and leaning my chin on his shoulder. When Chris offered praise for my performance, Travis managed to slip his hand around to grab me by the ass as he insisted there was no performance, as I was a natural. It made me so proud to see him enjoying the attention.

When Travis, Blue and I walked back to Travis' mother's house, Travis actually admitted that turned out more fun than he expected. Blue and I laughed at him, and I suggested that he should listen to his girlfriend more. This prompted him to smack me on the ass as he suggested my next suggestion would involve Blue. I returned fire by implying that Travis was afraid he wasn't secure enough in his manhood to make it a three-way. This caused both of my boys to shake their heads with a small chuckle.

January 3, 2364

Grace knew that we were leaving very soon, and in the last couple days she'd redoubled her efforts for me to take her out flying. The problem was, we hadn't flown out in the Cerulean Comet this year, as it was too small for a three person trip to Earth. I finally decided to look for a proper airfield, to see if I could get my hands on a biplane to take Grace up in. Eventually I found one down in Mississippi, and when Travis and Wendy found out the plan, they both wanted to go up with me too. Blue's staying behind, and implied he was going to wander and see the sights in Boston while we're gone. Travis laughed when I wished him good sex on the way out the door.

January 4, 2364

Grace was a little confused when instead of a space port, we ended up at an airport. She regarded the bi-plane we'd arranged to use for the afternoon with curiosity. As it seemed she was unsure of the concept, I offered to take Travis or Wendy up first instead, but she insisted she had to go first. When Cindy had found out the plan, she managed to find a pint sized version of the flying cap and scarf she'd given me for Christmas, for Grace to wear. The child was beaming with pride, dressed up just like Aunt Dizi, she'd even managed to come up with a somewhat similar outfit to what I'd worn. Wendy insisted on snapping a picture of the two of us next to the plane before I helped Grace in.

It only took a quick tutorial to get Grace comfortable with the radio headsets that were provided with the plane, and we took off without any trouble. It was fun to have the giggles of a little girl coming over the headset the whole time we were in flight, and the squeals of delight when I pulled into this roll or that trick were such that I actually had to mute the radio in order to keep my hearing in working order. We stayed up for about a half-hour, and Grace was babbling on happily when I hoisted her out of her seat after we'd landed.

Travis graciously offered to let Wendy come next, and I swear that woman was just as excitable as her child. In fact, she actually encouraged me to try more daring stunts while she was in the plane. The good thing is, when she decided she needed to let out a high pitched cheer, she at least knew enough to mute the headset for a minute. When we set down again, Grace wanted to go again. We had the time, so Travis let her jump the line and up she went with me once more.

When Travis finally got to come with me, we actually spent a lot of the time just smoothly flying along, watching the landscape pass under, and talking about Grace. He was certain that Grace was absolutely driven to be a pilot now. He repeated to me some of the things Grace has said to him while they'd been waiting during Wendy's flight. Grace was especially taken that I'd elected to take her up in a biplane when Travis told her that it'd been the first airplane I'd been in too. When we'd finished talking about Grace, Travis did insist he couldn't let his sister out do him, and demanded we pull something to top the stunts she'd talked me into. Since this was our last flight for the day, I elected to buzz the tower on our way in. The good news is the man up there was pretty good natured about it, and the biplane isn't as obnoxious in that maneuver as some planes.

Ever since we got home, Grace has been running around the house with her toy biplane, making it pull the turns, rolls and other stunts I pulled while flying today. She even went to bed wearing her flying cap and scarf, clutching her biplane. I can't decide which one of us is more amused by the child's reaction to the flight, me, Travis or Wendy.

Blue arrived back at the house not long after we did, and insisted on taking Travis and I out for drinks once Grace was in bed. It was kind of nice to go out to a bar, even play some pool, without having to worry about a fight breaking out. The three of us got back a little after two in the morning. We're leaving for home in a couple days, but we're going to swing past Luna for a day before we go.

February 1, 2364

I am starting to consider what to do for Travis for Valentine's day this year. Last year he blind sided me, as I had not even remembered the holiday. This year, I intend to win the holiday. Blue is absolutely perplexed by my decision on the matter, and he also thinks that I am insane to think I could “win” a holiday. Well, he knows I'm insane, but now he thinks I am doubly so.

All that said, he has agreed to help me if I need it. He actually suggested that I find somewhere to take Travis for a little get away that doesn't involved our families, somewhere he'd enjoy. I have enlisted his help to get me suggestions on where to go. The only place Travis and I go when we leave the ship seems to be to visit our families. I am considering Risa, simply because it's so nice there... but all the sexually repressed people who need a place like Risa to explore their inner sexual desires kind of put a damper on the mood. I haven't been there before though, so I might just be assuming too much based upon what I've heard. When I brought this up with Blue, he was unsure which theory he was willing to support as most likely to be true. He suggests I look into somewhere else instead though, leave Risa for a time when we're not trying to celebrate a holiday, and instead as somewhere to explore when we have some free time.

I do know what gift I'm getting Travis though. He's been complaining that he needs a proper kitchen knife. The first time he said something, Blue pulled something random off his person, and offered it up for Travis' use. Travis looked at it a moment, and with a shrug, turned back to his food prep to give it a go. He did eventually manage to get the garlic chopped with it, but he cursed the blade the whole time and grumbled over this or that detail about it. Over the course of the month, he slowly worked his way through the whole collection of blades Blue and I own, only to find there was not a single thing that would work. I did carefully pay attention to what he liked and disliked about each, and since then have been stealthily shopping for a knife that would suit his purposes.

I think I've found the winner, and I'm going to meet with a seller to acquire it when we make port tomorrow. Blue has agreed to keep Travis distracted for me, so that he hopefully doesn't notice I've gone off without him or Blue at my side. Everything I've heard, this should be a blade that will make him happy, and I must admit that I find it very sexy to think there actually is a blade in the universe that Travis can handle like a pro. I've been carefully observing the manner in which he attempted to use the blades he borrowed from Blue and I, and I'd paid some interest in the manner in which he handled the blades in his mother's kitchen. I should be able to get a feel for the blade in the manner he'd use it, and decide if it'll make him happy.

February 14, 2364

Well, Travis won on our Valentine's vacation spot. He'd put in for our vacation time before I'd even picked out where I wanted to take him. That's okay though, I clearly won on the present side of things. He'd bought me some pretty jewelry, the only trouble is he didn't consider how much in the way the stuff he'd bought would get if worn during combat. Not an option to wear regularly, really. I'll have it on hand for when we have nice dinners and events to go to. He was certainly excited over the kitchen knife.

Based upon the habits I'd seen, I was able to select something called a santoku as the ideal kitchen knife for him. He actually recognized the style right away, and the grin that spread across his face was nearly ear to ear. He was surprised I'd managed to get my hands on it without being caught, to which I modestly mentioned Blue had been a great help. He chuckled at that, and told me that Blue had been a help in his selecting where to take us. He'd actually been considering Risa, but after Blue had relayed my hesitations, he instead selected Betazed for us.

Travis has planned out some rock climbing for us this afternoon, then we have reservations at a swanky hotel for the next few days. It should be fun.

February 27, 2364

So, in the name of avoiding the drama we had last year over our anniversary, I cornered Travis for a discussion early enough that we could both start planning things out in advance once we decided which date to honor. I was careful to not make it about who was right, but about which date we should focus on, as it was pretty damn silly that he wanted to celebrate one day, and I the next.

We ended up having the conversation in the cockpit, when Blue had disappeared for one of his short bouts of sleep. It didn't take long for the two of us to agree that we really should be celebrating when he started demanding my intentions, as that seems to have been the start of anything beyond the sex. He admitted that he had been calculating from time of first sex, due to the value he places on that connection, but in light of my differing perspective on that part of our interactions, he did admit it made more sense to consider the start when he had caught my interest in more than sex.

All that talk of sex got me in the mood, so when we'd finally settled the matter to my satisfaction, I started to tease him. I actually managed to stay in control of the teasing for a good half hour before he had me stripped and pinned into the pilot's seat. At that point, he managed to keep me completely at his mercy until he'd given me easily a dozen orgasms, and it was only when he was giving me a moment to breathe that I managed to turn the tables and pin him down to return the attention.

I had just mounted him on top of the control panel when the inter-ship comm chirped to life. Over it, Blue demanded that if we weren't going to let him participate, the least we could do is not broadcast ourselves over the comm. I giggled a little as I apologized, and Travis was flushed red with embarrassment. I was pleased to note that he was getting over his stage fright, as he was still ready to go once I'd locked the comm channel so we wouldn't trigger it again.

However, it seemed we weren't fated to finish that night. As we were just getting into it good, the scanner we had running on the comm channels popped to life on one of the Orion frequencies. They'd actually managed to stay quiet until they were almost on top of us, as when we moved apart and started to prepare, they were already upon us. When Blue arrived up at the cockpit, he didn't say a word about our nakedness, and Travis didn't even seem to notice he was nude in Blue's presence. I let a small smile cross my lips as we handled the pirates, but elected not to say anything about this forward movement in Travis' comfort level with himself and Blue.

Unfortunately, when we finished with the pirates, Travis was too tired to pick back up where we'd left off. It's not like there won't be another time to make up for it though.

March 19, 2364

Travis convinced me we should go to Risa for our anniversary. While the stupidity, about sex, of the people visiting the place is quite annoying, the locals are awesome and the place is pretty. We've had sex in some very very pretty places, and we've found other things to do that doesn't involve sex. Sometimes just sitting on a beach, watching the moons rise is enough.

This year, Jarzen failed to make an appearance. I was relieved when I realized this. I don't even know if Travis thought about it, but if he did, he didn't feel the need to mention anything to me.

We did have an interesting conversation, while sitting out and star gazing tonight. Looking up at the sky, he asked me if it made me feel small. When I told him that all I've ever been was small and alone, that the sky wasn't needed to remind me, he was surprised. He even went so far as to object that I have lots of people in my life. We quibbled back and forth about how many people I have in my life, and I still insisted that I was pretty much alone, and that it was better that way. Less to lose, fewer distractions from thinking and learning.

When he asked me why I was so pessimistic, I in turn asked why he was so optimistic. He said it was because he had me, even as he teased, with his finger nails, at that place on my hip he so loves to bite. I admitted I didn't think I'd ever understand him, but that was okay, I was glad to have him. Then we had some more awesome sex.

April 1, 2364

Upon our return home from our trip, Blue had an interesting tale to tell. Jarzen hadn't given up, he just didn't get the memo on where we'd be. He payed a visit to Blue though. Blue had actually been able to have a conversation with him, for a little bit. He stopped talking to Blue once he realized that neither Travis or I were around, and that Blue had figured out who he was.

The interesting thing about it all was that if Blue hadn't been able to figure out who he was talking to, based upon what Travis and I had told him of the previous encounters, and if he hadn't known this man had a totally unreasonable grudge against me, he might have taken him for a rational and normal man. Seems they even had a few games of pool and not a few drinks shared before Blue figured out who he was talking to. The pool really surprised me, given how shitty he was about it when I'd tried to get him to play with me when we were still in class together.

I can only assume that he went to get a new face and is pondering his plan of attack for the next round. I do wonder what it is about mine and Travis' anniversary that makes him inclined to strike then. If I had such a grudge against someone, I wouldn't wait a year between attempts at retribution. That said, Jarzen hasn't exactly hit me as the brightest crayon in the box.

April 13, 2364

Travis is getting brave. Blue and I were headed out to the bar for a fight before we headed out for an especially long run, and Travis insisted he wanted to come watch us in action. I was skeptical if it was a good idea, but Blue insisted it should be fine as we'd both be there to watch out for him.

Thankfully for my reassurance over Travis' safety, pickings were slim on who we could start the fight with, no one especially violent to be found, just a rag tag little team of wannabe pirates. Travis sat at the bar watching while Blue and I “accidentally” spilled a drink on the largest and meanest of the group. I think one of them had seen Blue and I at work before, as while the recipient of the spilled drink reacted as expected, one of the smaller guys along the fringe of the group tried to talk his boss down. However, it's entirely possible it was just a reaction to mine and Blue's species and the reputations each held.

At any rate, it didn't take much forced and faked bumbling, along with not a small amount of shit talking, to get them all on their feet and ready to take an ass kicking. I could tell that Blue was doing a little showing off this time, as where he was usually cool and efficient in his participation in these fights, this time he was suggesting this move and that which required my cooperation, and usually was more for show than function. At first, I was somewhat skeptical about intentionally showing off, but each glance over at Travis after giving into Blue's request left me more inclined to comply. By the end, Blue and I seemed to have built into a contest between ourselves as to who could make the most impressive show.

As the last one dropped to the floor between Blue and I, we both looked over at Travis at the same time. The look on his face was of morbid fascination. I also think I saw a little bit of reserve and fear, but he seemed to be carefully trying to hide it. Travis stood from his spot at the bar and headed for the door, so Blue and I followed.

On the walk back to the ship, the boys exchanged conversation. Travis asked Blue about this thing or that he did, but he was strangely silent towards me. I elected to just watch him and listen to the conversation, concerned as I was over his opinion now that he'd gotten the chance to properly observe me in action. Sure he'd been there for the accidental fights in the bars, for the pirate raids on our ship, and we had discussed the topic in passing, but the first two only would have allowed him a passing observation, and the last one wasn't enough to give me an idea of what he thought.

If I'd been thinking about it rationally during the fight, I might not have played off Blue's desire to show off, but once I'm in my instinctual violent state it doesn't take much to encourage me. So being unsure of what Travis was already thinking going into it, I was left unsure of myself and concerned all during that walk back to the ship. As usual, Blue took charge of our breaking port and left Travis and I to our typical after bar fight activities.

Travis and I went down to the cargo bay, silent the whole way. I was concerned by his silence, because usually by this point he and I are exchanging threats of what we're going to do to the other. As we reached the cargo bay, I turned to face him and gently pulled him to me. We kissed, and when we pulled apart again, he looked at me confused as he asked me what was wrong. Confused by this question, I didn't answer, so he leaned past me to open the door into the cargo bay, and guided me backwards inside.

That was probably the only time our sex was not violent. No teeth, no roughness, no prolonged teasing and torture. As we finished, he pulled me close and I curled up against him. He asked me again what was wrong, this time waiting for me to answer his question. He waited probably five minutes before I figured out what to say, and I told him it worried me how he'd been quiet on our way down here, how he'd mostly just talked to Blue coming back from the bar, and that I was concerned what he thought of what he'd seen.

He softly chuckled, and pet my hair gently. He explained that he'd been quiet, mostly talked to Blue, because he could see something was bothering me, and he'd found that trying to force me into talking about things usually made it worse before it got better. He teased me by dragging his nails down my neck as he admitted while it was an interesting change to make love, instead of our normal violent sex, he did like our normal methods better.

I again brought up his having watched the fight in the bar, and what he'd thought of it. I got concerned when he was silent a moment before he answered me. He admitted that while it hadn't been his intention to get involved with someone with such violent needs, and that he still had no idea how that would effect long term plans like raising a family one day or even just getting married and settling in together, he was more interested in figuring out how to make it work than worrying about if it wouldn't. When I expressed concern of what he thought of me for it, he insisted that it was the result of my life's experiences, and it was part of who I am, and that he loved me for who I was.

He did ask me that if I was concerned what he though of what he watched, why had I been seeming to show off. I explained that had been because Blue was doing the same, and I find myself easily influenced by the actions of my allies because I run instinctual in combat. He wondered aloud who Blue had been looking to impress, as the bar had been pretty much empty other than us, the pirates we got into the fight with, and a couple of scruffy looking bar flies of species that Blue didn't usually go for. While I suspected it was Travis he was trying to show off to, probably not even consciously, I told him I didn't know. That wasn't a can of worms I wasn't interested in opening yet, especially since I didn't think Blue even knew what he wanted.

May 3, 2364

I'm starting to wonder how I had survived on this ship before I gave Travis his knife. The sorts of rations and replicated meals that one lives off of on a ship like this when you don't have a cook in the group is pretty scary. Since Travis started cooking regularly, I have been wondering why my taste buds hadn't attempted to murder me for the crap I'd been subjecting them to until this point.

I'd like to think I have some degree of good taste, even if I don't have the skills to make the good stuff myself. However, the difference freshly prepared food makes to almost anything else, it is almost like comparing the dark of the vacuum and the brightness of a star. Except for with my Aunt Ba'el's gagh, I had never really experienced this dichotomy before. I know Travis knows how much I'm enjoying this, as when I catch him watching me eat, he's got this shit eater grin plastered across his face. Even when he watches Blue, the same thing.

I think I need to get Travis in the kitchen with Aunt Ba'el. I don't know that anyone in the family is going to have the aptitude to learn her recipe, but I think Travis could do it.

June 27, 2364

I just realized I hadn't written in my journal for a while now. Not really much going on though.

Runs have been going fairly normal, Travis has been following Blue and I to our bar fights regularly since the first one we let him follow. It's kind of odd that while he still doesn't seem to pick up anything he watches, he has a bit of a fascination with the techniques used. He's also started hanging around the cargo bay when Blue and I get in our daily exercise.

He has been practicing with a phaser a bit, and his accuracy isn't too bad. Certainly nothing of note, but serviceable. Blue and I have been talking about getting him his own phaser, so he can at least have that on his person at all times. It won't help if someone gets a drop on him specifically, but in more common situations, it would be a help.

July 14, 2364

I sold the Cerulean Comet. It was a cute little ship, it served me well, but since in the last couple years I haven't been able to get more use out of it than the random hour or two alone when I can shake the boys to get some me time, it really isn't useful for me to have. A ship that really hasn't got enough room to hold more than two comfortably, especially for a trip of any distance, does no good when I usually have both Blue and Travis along when I do anything more than my occasional bout of stunt flying and joy riding. I think I only held out as long as I did on selling it because Toby had given it to me, and while I am mad at him and Travis will always come first, it was something to hold onto to remind me of the good times he and I had shared.

When I told Travis I'd decided to sell it, he objected at first. He knew Toby had given it to me, I think he still remembers the babbling on about it I did during that run I came along on with Toby, right after Toby had given it to me. It was kind of weird to have Travis insist that I should keep around a reminder of Toby. He did agree with me when I pointed out the more practical points, specifically that it did us no good to maintain something that I hardly used because it couldn't accommodate all of us. He couldn't fault my logic there, but he was still concerned that I was doing this for reasons that weren't as logical.

When I found a buyer, I told Travis I was taking the ship out for one last run. When I invited him along for my good-bye joy ride, he seemed both curious and relieved to hear me call it that. He took me up on the offer, and he delighted in every last thing I did to push the ship to her limits. And where I hadn't been planning on giving her a sexual send-off, Travis did taunt me and tease me until I gave in and threw him across her control panel to satisfy the both of us. I must say that I do like the idea of trying to pull some bad ass maneuvers while I've got my boyfriend trying to get me off.

The person I sold the ship to seemed nice enough too. He was buying it as a gift to celebrate his daughter getting accepted into the flight school she wanted. It made me glad that my Cerulean Comet was going to be someone else's first ship too. Seeing the joy I took in that, Travis seemed to have gotten over whatever it was he thought I was running away from or whatever bad reasons he thought I'd had for selling the ship.

Blue didn't seem as surprised by the choice I made to sell the ship, but he did seem to have a little bit of a reaction to my reasoning behind doing it. I'm not sure if he thinks of himself as important enough in mine and Travis' lives to justify my considering him too when figuring on transportation needs.

August 9, 2364

We're engaged.

He actually managed to surprise me with it. He also managed to keep from me that he talks to my mother regularly. I was actually kind of mad at him for that at first, as I'd caught him in the middle of talking to her when I'd come down to the bunk room looking for him. I don't even remember now what I was looking for him for, but I am pretty sure it was something silly and doesn't really matter. At any rate, when I confronted him about talking to my mother behind my back, we had a minor spat that was more of a pretense to have sex. We seem to do that a lot.

When he started reaching for his shelf next to the bunks, after we'd finished, I'd teased him about not needing a regenerator. When he came back with a small box instead, he started talking about why he'd been on the comm with my mother. He'd been asking her permission to marry me. Silly Earth custom, he'd told me that had my father been around to ask, he would have asked him instead. He also admitted that while he likely would have asked me even if my mother had said no, he valued her approval on the subject.

It actually took him a little bit to actually ask me, instead of tell me he was going to ask me. Silly boy, I love him so, but sometimes he is a little easily distracted. He does know the way to my heart though, as once he'd actually asked me and I'd accepted, he produced tasty alcohol to celebrate with. Blood Wine, 2345, and Romulan Ale, 2341. The former my birth year, the latter his. I teased him about not selecting an Earth spirit for his, where he insisted that nothing good comes from the Earth anymore. The way he said this, it make me think it was a reference of some sort, but whatever it was, I missed it.

That said, I did tease him about this claim, and we exchanged barbs back and forth because of it. Along the way, we traversed the topics of why I keep him around, if Blue could be considered his sexual equal, and the finer points of not handing me alcohol when he wants more sex. I did elect to reward him by sharing my sample of the Blood Wine by way of a kiss. I might have even been eventually convinced to put aside the Blood Wine and Romulan Ale for more sex if Kaith hadn't elected to call me just then.

Mother seems to talk to everyone but me. It's a little frustrating at times, but I've gotten used to it over the years. She wants to know how I'm doing, she talked to Travis, if she wants to know if I'll come home for a visit, she talks to one of my brothers and asks them to call and ask me to come home. At any rate, I agreed to come visit in about three weeks.

While I'd been on the comm talking to my brother, Travis ended up talking to his mother. Cindy wasted no time hopping onto the “I want grandchildren!” bandwagon. I suspect my mother won't be as pushy about that topic, but I'm sure it'll come up at some point. We did agree to come to Earth and tell the family about the engagement. So we're splitting entirely too little time between two different planets that are more than a little ways apart, just to make the families happy over something that is ultimately supposed to be about me and Travis. I am not looking forward to planning the whole ordeal, but it's something that has to be done. That said, I wouldn't be opposed to taking advantage of one of those little Las Vegas chapels on Earth, and not telling any of the family until it was done.

Part of me is suspicious there's some sort of subconscious signal that broadcasts around the galaxy when a couple gets engaged. We heard from all sorts of people we know, and we usually go so long between contact with anyone outside the ship just because it keeps us so busy, and all of it was apparently entirely at random. Mara and Korth checked in, Kang called, easily half a dozen of Travis' friends on Earth called, most noteworthy being Chris.

Chris is a great guy, throws awesome parties, but he's really bad about keeping in contact with friends. The last time he'd called Travis was when he was reporting in about Jessica and Sam. Otherwise, every time I've known Travis to talk to him as long as I've known Travis, it's been when Travis was the one to initiate the call.

Between the barrage of comm calls, Blue, Travis and I enjoyed the alcohol Travis had provided as we exchanged friendly jabs back and forth on various topics. One thing did come up that I think is worth noting in my journal though. At one point, Blue did make a quip about there being room for two more in our bond. I know his choice of words were selected carefully, he would have called it marriage if that's what he intended. Travis took this as the joke it was presented as, though I know Blue still isn't so comfortable making jokes outside of his native language. Travis responded by insisting he loved Blue like a brother, and made a comment about belonging to a two gender reproductive system. Blue showed no indication of expecting any different answer from Travis on the topic though, but I'll have to make a point to check in with him some time when Travis is busy or asleep, make sure that everything is okay. At any rate, from there it decayed a bit. Blue's response to Travis insistence of being part of a two gender reproductive system was a comment about skin color, which Travis returned in kind... only to step it into an area that did irritate me a little, though Blue reacted to it less than I did. Travis compared the chan gender of the Andorian species to a “girlie man”.

As much as I love him, he is a touch on the xenophobic side. Thankfully it seems to mostly manifest in the form of mistaken assumptions and stupid things said that aren't actually intended to be as bad as they sound. And I know from the way he treats me, Blue and members of both of our families he's met that he doesn't think ill of anyone for being of another species... he just sometimes misses the important bits which lead to some odd conclusions reached.

The ring he got me is real pretty, and shows he can be aware of things when he realizes they might be important. It's actually fairly simple, understated even. The blue stone is set flush in the band, the metal of the band is something that requires little maintenance to keep up its appearance. It fits me correctly, has nothing sticking out to get in the way. All together the sort of thing you give a woman who gets into fights and doesn't like stuff she's wearing to get in the way, but can still enjoy a pretty thing for what it is. I've left the ring on since he put it onto my finger, and I have not had the urge to remove it. Usually jewelry makes me twitchy, I pull it off and play with it, often lose it for that reason.

August 11, 2364

Blue won't admit anything, but his antenna betray a lot. It's clear the topic is one he's been thinking on a lot lately. He did admit that when Travis was shopping for the ring, and trying to figure out when to propose, he had been asking Blue's advice a lot.

We talked a little about the girlie man comment, and Blue admitted it didn't bother him. He knows Travis means nothing by it, and it seems to be a common enough misconception that any of his people who spend much time off-world soon become desensitized to it if they let themselves adapt. That said, not many actually let themselves adapt and most don't stay off the home world for very long outside of Starfleet these days.

Blue asked me about the things Travis had said to his mother regarding children though. When Cindy had asked about grandchildren, particularly male grandchildren, Travis had admitted we hadn't talked about it, but had assured her it would likely happen, eventually. He had said we'd have to talk about it first, and it likely would involve leaving our current jobs to settle down somewhere a little more child friendly.

At first, I'd assumed he was concerned with the idea that Travis and I might desert him in the name of settling down and producing offspring... but the more we talked, the more I knew he was already certain we'd never leave him behind unless he wished it. He actually seemed most concerned about the choice to have children. I am not sure where he got this impression, but somehow he thought I wasn't inclined to have children. It is possible that he misunderstood my complaining about my Mother's incessant reminders about how much of a pain in the ass it was to bring me and my brothers into the universe, and assumed that this meant I wasn't inclined to go through the same to produce children of my own. I think that Mother's bitching on the topic has lead to my having a more practical view of the topic, and also means that when Travis and I decide to move forward on the subject, it will save us some time on the research of how to get started.

I did ask Blue if he felt that he'd even be inclined to have children, if he found the right people to bond with. There was some hesitation, and very clearly some reserve, before he answered. He told me he was unsure if he could picture himself as a thavan, but he also hadn't spent much time thinking about it. He said it was something he intended to ponder, as the right bond could make the question one worth considering.

When I told him that I knew he'd be a good thavan, if he decided that's what he wanted, there was a smile and a happy curve to his antennae.

September 2, 2364

If one more person asks me what the wedding date is, I will go on a rampage. I know Travis can tell how much this is driving me crazy, as every time there is so much as a hint that someone is going to ask me about it, he will cut in and very pointedly change the subject.

As expected, Mother started in on me and Travis the moment we arrived. She knew the perfect place to get my dress, the reds in the leather were the color of blood, the fur of the highest quality. And she knew the perfect hall to hold the ceremony in. Travis smiled and nodded through it all, and looked to me.

When I finally got a word in edgewise, and told her I wasn't planning on having a traditional Klingon wedding, she quickly demanded what I did plan instead. She was clearly not pleased when I explained that I wanted to mix Klingon and Earth tradition together, to honor both sides of the marriage.

She accused Travis of talking me into this, an odd change considering how she'd previously seemed to act as if he could do no wrong. He didn't even flinch at the implication, and impressed me when he didn't back down or try to talk me into coming around to her side of the matter. He calmly (which only seemed to irritate her more) explained that he felt privileged enough to even get to marry me, and he would be entirely happy with whatever I wanted in regards to the wedding. Even just a common law marriage in a courthouse somewhere.

Mother didn't talk to us for the rest of the day. Good thing we were staying with Kang and Zia again. Kang told us that she'd been moody lately, especially with Kaith out on longer patrols and getting home less frequently.

Speaking of Kaith, he's due in tomorrow.

September 5, 2364

It took Mother two days to calm down about my choices about my wedding. Even when she elected to talk to us again, she seemed more irritated with me for my shunning full on Klingon tradition, than with Travis for supporting me unconditionally.

She asked me first where I wanted to hold the wedding. Her objections to Luna and some of the nicer space stations we'd been based out of seemed to center around her assumption that she was going to be paying for everything, but Travis and I are well enough off that she doesn't need to. Also, depending on how much of the wedding is either supplied or located within Federation space, the money becomes less of an issue. When she asked why I wasn't considering Qo'noS, she was mad when I simply explained that outside of the family compound, I have never felt at home on this planet.

It seemed to encourage her some when I admitted that my dress was likely to at least be significantly influenced by Klingon tradition. I'd already started considering what I wanted on that front, as I expected that to be the most challenging part of the whole ordeal. Between the conflicting traditions I'd have to consider when selecting the dress, and my unique proportions, that was likely to require a full out custom design and fitting. She wasn't impressed by my considering going with “western” Human traditions for the dress color, even if I was likely to still have the design of the dress to otherwise be fairly strongly influenced by Klingon tradition. Despite this, she still insisted we should be able to go to the the shop she'd been so enthusiastic to tell me about when we'd first arrived, though she wasn't sure if it was likely to lower or raise the cost that I was considering a white for my dress color.

She's probably the only person, besides Blue, who has not been repeatedly demanding to know when the wedding date is. She's more concerned about details at this point, as far as I can tell. The more she nags, the more I feel like talking Travis into running off somewhere random, and getting hitched in the full on nude. I suspect that's the one line he might hold, as I know his mother is looking forward to her son finally getting married and he doesn't have the heart to take that away from her. So this leaves us with my mother's nosing in, having to pick a date, and construct a guest list.

September 7, 2364

Mother talked me into going with her to visit the shop she'd been raving about. While the dresses themselves were nice for the most part, the shop keeper had me at wit's end by the time I'd only tried on two dresses. She kept discouraging me away from dresses that displayed my spots. While she didn't come out and say that's what she was doing, the trend was pretty clear.

At first, I just held firm to what I wanted, reiterating that I was seeking an open neckline and exposed shoulders, but this did not seem to slow her down one bit. I finally just slammed her into the wall as I demanded what the hell was wrong with my father that I should make efforts to hide my relation to him. To this question, she acted confused, so I tried to rephrase it as calmly as I could. I explained to her that I was proud of my father's contribution to my genetics, and I didn't appreciate her attempts to encourage me to hide the physical evidence of this.

She gave me bullshit lines about defensive armor in a wedding dress, and even seemed to imply that I would need extra armor due to my genetic shortcomings. This pushed me across the line, and I all but ripped her head off. I was surprised I could say anything at that point, but I think I finally did get through to her that I could not be bullied around when I finally said this:

“Your people have attacked and harassed me for far too long, and I have grown to be a stronger warrior for it. I would gladly go into battle naked due to the extra strength this trial by fire as given me, in fact I have, so giving me bull shit excuses about needing armor for my wedding dress in order to keep me from showing pride in my mixed heritage is more insult that you have any right to throw at me.”

In a twisted way, I suspect Mother was impressed by my very Klingon display. The shopkeeper likely would have taken my challenge as a need for combat had my mother not forcefully pulled me off the woman as she explained that making threats and insults about her honor and motives were going to make it hard to acquire a wedding dress here. I certainly hadn't had anything jump out at me, and the poor service I'd received left me without motivation to try to find anything, so we left soon after anyways.

When I told Travis about it later, he agreed that I was probably right in thinking my mother was proud of me for standing up for myself like that. It may have also given her an insight into why I was so disenchanted about the Klingon culture and people. He also told me he was proud of me for standing up like that for myself.

September 13, 2364

Despite my display in the dress shop, and continued insistence that I was not having a traditional Klingon wedding, my mother still keeps making suggestions. She didn't even stop when Travis and I boarded the transport for Earth, she kept contacting us over subspace during our trip. I eventually started making excuses to get off the comm with her, and it frustrated me to be stuck with the options of either lying to her, or her ignoring my wishes and trying to force her desires for my wedding upon me.

I wish I could say it got better when we arrived on Earth. However, Cindy started in on us right away. She was pointing out this and that nice cathedral in downtown Boston, or adorable hotels with great catering for the reception. She was a little surprised by my wish to include leather as the featured fabric for my dress, but did start listing off some less conventional tailors and designers in the area where I might be happy with the results.

My mother still kept calling, even after Travis and I had arrived at Cindy's, and I finally got so fed up with it that I walked away from the comm. My mother was so surprised by this turn of events that she didn't disconnect the channel right away, and then Cindy elected to jump in, having been drawn to the room by the shouting my mother and I had been exchanging. I missed the entertainment first hand, but Travis had been in the kitchen at the time and overheard the whole of it. He had me in stitches when he told me about it later, as he did very silly impressions of both of our mothers as he told me of the things said.

His mother actually didn't bat an eyelash as she jumped into verbal battle with mine. The two women argued over what Travis and I should do for the wedding. Cindy accused my mother of trying to crush me, and my mother accused Cindy of coddling and overprotecting Travis. The weirdest thing about it, was in the end the two woman were laughing and talking like they were old friends. Travis and I are unsure if the two women seeming to form a bond is good or bad for us. We're trying to prepare if they start making agreements behind our back and presenting a united front on what to pressure us into doing.

The weirdest thing of all would be how often my mother's started talking to me now. She and I may be fighting tooth and nail over the details of the wedding, even what little there is to disagree over so far, but we've been talking to each other more since Travis and I got engaged, than we have in the years since I left home for flight school. And where I thought she held Travis up as someone who could do no wrong... I've noticed her starting to find fault in him.

I do have to admit that not only does it amuse me to finally see her realize he is indeed human and imperfect, but it amuses me to watch how he reacts to her realization of such... and I enjoy seeing him stand up for himself and me, despite seeing the less friendly side of my mother. Thankfully no combat threats have come of it...yet.

Travis and I are off to meet Blue at the port. He had elected to skip the Klingon half of our engagement tour, but he apparently liked Earth enough last time he came that he wanted to join up with us when we made it here.

September 23, 2364

Travis and I started constructing our guest list the last couple days at his mother's house. We actually thought we were done after a couple hours of tri-gendered dog pile on Travis' bed, with drinking games, projectile snack foods and hand writing personality analysis mixed into the very serious discussion of who we want there when we get hitched. I think that's when Travis actually officially asked Blue to be his best man.

Somehow it started because Travis was talking big about being able to pin Blue down, only to find himself contorted into a pretzel by Blue's smaller frame. Giggling as I watched, I heckled and offered commentary as I made sure to stay clear of the struggle. It was when Travis resigned himself to hanging his head off the foot of the bed, and stopped fighting back against Blue's grip on his arm behind his back, that he asked Blue. I ended up being the one to explain what exactly this job entailed, and I could tell Travis was concerned when Blue acted as if he wasn't sure about it at first. He and I exchanged a wicked grin as Travis was held where he'd been pinned to start with. He actually sighed with relief when Blue finally told him he'd do it.

At dinner that night, we proudly told Cindy we'd figured out the guest list... then made the mistake of actually showing it to her. The next thing we know, she's started jotting notes down about the family Travis had elected to invite, listing off people she felt we'd forgotten, and asking why we were writing the list down on a piece of paper instead of using a PADD that would allow us to group people logically by how likely they were to be able to come, who they could be seated near and other important details along those lines.

That alone might not have been so bad, but once she finished “fixing” what she considered to be her part of the list, she called my mother right up and started discussing it with her. The two women were laughing, going back and forth, as Cindy input the list into her computer so she could transmit a copy to my mother. Without a word, Travis, Blue and I decided it was probably in our best interest to just disappear, and let the two do whatever damage they were going to. We cleared the table, slipped out the back door, and found a pool hall in downtown Boston to enjoy until last call on its bar.

We crawled in late, and Cindy woke us up early. Travis took it with little protest, but I was fairly vocal with my displeasure over this development. This lead to Cindy telling me to not act like such a bridezilla, whatever the hell that means.

Over the conversation with my mother, the two women had managed to quadruple the guest list. Travis and I looked at each other with almost a panic when we saw this. He and I had been envisioning a small wedding, only a few close friends and family, and suddenly we were faced with the prospect of a couple hundred people, a mix of humans, Klingons and even some Trill from my father's family that my mother had kept in contact with... even though she'd never actually introduced me to any of them. We weren't prepared to handle that much planning on our own, and we were afraid of what our mothers would do to our wedding if we let them help that much.

We managed to dodge having to talk to her about this change in the size of the event, and politely thanked her for her advice. Travis and I wandered out the door, leaving Blue to Cindy's mercy, as he hadn't woken up yet, but was due to soon. Letting her coddle him with breakfast and conversation gave Travis and I time to discuss how we wished to change our plan of attack. It did amuse the hell out of me that he was willing to start considering our wedding to be a battle with our mothers after this little bit of meddling.

He did eventually suggest we hunt down his friend Chris, and we ended up hiding at Chris' house for most of the day. Blue did manage to free himself from Cindy, when Wendy showed up in the early afternoon with the girls to distract their grandmother. He didn't say anything when he called my communicator, but when he arrived, he gushed about how Wendy had arrived like a white knight saving him from Cindy's mothering attentions. I wouldn't be surprised if she and Blue were to hook up if Wendy ever properly castrates her relationship with her husband.

The advice we received from both Chris and Blue was pretty much the same, “It's your day, but you have to pick your battles in order to make sure those who matter most are there for it.” This pretty much seems to mean that we may have to put up with the larger guest list to keep our mothers happy. Cindy would likely not cause as much of a fuss, but my Mother would pretty likely make a production of everything that she felt was wrong, unless we managed to satisfy at least some level of her expectations.

Chris did offer his help to us for planning things, especially once I expressed my dismay at letting my mother and Cindy help more to handle the larger guest list. He's married, though I didn't realize it because his husband's in Starfleet and off on assignment. This explains why he never seemed to flirt with anyone beyond the standard level of friendly socialization, even though he's always throwing parties. At any rate, I didn't elect to ask too many questions, as we had more pressing issues at hand and I figured I'd get to meet his husband eventually.

Once we'd agreed to take Chris up on his offer to help, we probably had our most productive talk about what we wanted to do with the wedding. Where we hadn't even been sure where we wanted to hold the wedding, or when to set it, he'd helped us narrow it down to a particular month and select about half a dozen places on Luna to inquire into. Travis confirmed that he liked my idea to do a mix of Klingon and Human traditions in the wedding, both to keep our mothers happier, and to acknowledge both of our contributions to the marriage.

The plan is to visit Luna for the day tomorrow, before heading home, and stop in at the places we're interested in for the wedding. Get the tours, meet the people we need to speak with to reserve time and space, and hopefully shave a few options off the list to make it a little easier to pick where to go with. Most of the options we've narrowed it down to are pretty species/culture neutral, and therefore should be able to work with our ideas of the wedding and reception.

September 30, 2364

Sometimes I am surprised that Blue has not shoved Travis and I out the airlock. Just watching his antennae it's clear some of the silly things we do drive him up a wall. Just yesterday, Travis decided to pipe the music through the ship's comm system, so that we could hear it everywhere in the ship. This lead to he and I singing along with whatever came on.

I have to admit it was probably just a little sickening when we both sang together on Wish I Had an Angel. He and I have kind of come to agree it's our song. I can't even really say what it is about the song that has made it our song, the lyrics don't seem to have any particular depth to them that we associate with. We just both like it. At any rate, Travis seems to think I do well with Tarja's vocals, but he can't get deep and growly enough to do the other part.

Blue did surprise us when we had some musicals come on, and he jumped in. A little rough and untrained, but his voice has potential if he wanted to develop it. He kept quiet after I observed this, but became amused when I forced The Internet is for Porn into the next play on the queue, and no matter how much he tried not too, Travis could not help but sing. I elected to pipe the music through the ship again today, and between paragraphs here, I am attempting to narrow down the songs to something that Blue can not resist singing along with. Popular got his antennae twitching a little, and I am pretty sure he's a little bit of a romantic, as Some Enchanted Evening did get him humming along. It gave him pause when I put on If I Were a Rich Man, and I've got If I Were a Deep One queued up to go next.

Meanwhile, while waiting for that scheme to hatch, I should probably make some notes about the wedding planning. Travis and I selected the chapel for the wedding, a nice little culturally and religiously neutral place on Luna. We made the reservation and set the date before talking to either of our mothers, but when we told my mother she dropped a large bomb that may actually help us out on getting her cooperation on planning. This happens to be the same place she and my father got married! She's been strangely compliant on our plans since I admitting that piece of information, as this very clearly indicates her wedding wasn't Klingon traditional either.

Travis suggested to me that perhaps the reason she was pushing so hard for Klingon traditional is that she regrets her wedding not being such. While I don't think this information would have persuaded me one direction or another on the decision on where to hold the wedding, it is kind of an interesting and happy bonus to find out.

Ah-ha! My schemes have worked... Lovecraft and parody of Broadway is what it takes to get Blue singing. He's glaring at me, his antennae twitching, as he's caught the grin that has graced my lips as a result of his singing, but the tune is catchy enough he can't help but sing along with the chorus at the very least. I think I'll throw To Life at him next, I don't know anyone who sings that can dodge it's lyrical call.

October 17, 2364

It sounds like I've found who I want to make my wedding dress for me. A human who is based in New York, his client list includes a lot of the theaters that make up the historic Broadway district, as well as some of the Klingon opera and Shakespeare troupes that come through the city. I haven't had a chance to meet him in person, but the conversations we've had over the comm, as well as the holosuite program he sent out with a sampling of his work, have left me certain he's going to make me what I want. Next time we're on Earth, I've got an appointment to meet with him in person for a consultation and a preliminary fitting.

He was absolutely thrilled at what I'd already had in mind, and based upon what I've seen of his work and what he's said, I feel comfortable giving him a fairly free reign to finish it out beyond that. The idea of a white leather wedding dress had him babbling on about ideas so quick I almost couldn't keep up, and seeing the engagement ring from Travis, he suggested that my accent color for the dress be the same shade of blue. I think he mentioned lace for that, but I am not sure.

I've asked Mara to be my maid of honor, and Travis has handed me the task of sorting out what to have the her and Blue wear. In return, he's taken on the task of sorting out the invitations, and catering for the reception. He and I have discussed a light blue for Mara's dress and Blue's tux, but I have to see how both colors go with Blue and Mara's skin tones.

December 13, 2364

Travis elected to wander about the City during the fitting and consultation, but Blue was able to be convinced to stick around so we could consider options for his suit. He tried to convince Travis to stay, but his argument against that was two-fold. Travis doesn't want to know what my dress is going to look like until he sees me wearing it at the wedding, something about superstition and luck, and he wants to let me pick out the suit for him so that it's complementary to my dress, so he can't be any help until it's time for his fitting in light of the first objection.

I was remembering right when I thought it was lace that was suggested in the blue to accent the white leather. My primary requirements of the dress are the white leather, easy access to my d'k tahg and a design that does not hide my spots. George showed me a couple ideas that sprung from those requirements, and the one I like best is the one with the full skirt, corset style bodice and has a lace overlay around my hips and the sleeves made out of lace without coming up my arms much higher than the edge of my shoulders. He only had a rough hand drawn sketch for me to look at, but just that much was enough for me to be sold on the design. He said he'll get straight to work on a more detailed concept of it, as well as starting to draft out the basics of the pattern from the measurements his assistants took while we were talking.

I'd never actually been measured for clothing before, and it's a weird experience. I never actually considered how many different measurements are involved in fitting clothing to a person! While I've always been annoyed with the fact that I have to wear clothing, and will freely admit that I mostly only wear them because other people expect it of me, I hadn't given much thought to how they fit. I had always assumed that there was no helping the way certain articles of clothing bind at parts of my body, and I had taken to selecting certain styles of clothing and materials simply for ease of movement. The discussion while I was being measured ended up treading this topic, and George actually had some advice for how to select my day to day clothing based upon my unique build.

That's another thing, even knowing that I'm unique in the universe, it never occurred to me that those genetic differences would make clothing an issue for fitting either. I had never tried shopping anywhere that marketed to Trill, but I know there were always things about Klingon clothing that irritated me and make their clothing uncomfortable to wear that I never heard my mother, my aunts or my cousin say a word about. Shopping among humans has yielded different annoyances, but never anything I had found in common with the human women I know.

The biggest thing that George suggested to me was even if I didn't wear undergarments for the purpose of keeping myself from being accidentally exposed, there are some things to consider them useful for, particularly something that would support my chest. When I complained about how bras fit me, he offered up an alternative. A fitted tank top with a combination of fabrics that allowed for comfort and airflow, but provided support to “the girls”, which was his coy way of referencing my breasts. Blue's antennae actually bobbed in amusement over the term, and I suspect he'll find excuses to repeat it for Travis' benefit later. At any rate, I now have a selection of these tank tops in a range of colors, some with lace and others without, that I can layer under things. While I can't say that I ever noticed my breasts getting in the way of moving too much while I was doing anything, I also hadn't really had much to compare against, having decided against undergarments before they'd had a chance to develop much.

It's clear that the bride's dress is the focal point of wardrobe planning for a wedding in Human culture, as while we did discuss options for Travis, Blue and Mara, the time spent on all of them combined was a quarter of the time spent discussing my dress. While I am mindful of what I wear, considering things like how something I'm wearing may affect my combat and what sort of an eyeful it'll provide during my common activities wherever I'll be wearing it, I have never ever been that concerned about what I wear to spend that much time discussing it. Blue spent most of the time George and I discussed the dress sitting and looking through the portfolios that George leaves out for clients to flip through while waiting for him. When we started discussing Blue's suit options, Blue couldn't help being the focus of both mine and George's attentions. Heck, I think we caused him to turn a deep blue from the lewd commentary George and I exchanged over him. It was probably more George than me that embarrassed Blue, as he's used to my commentary. I'm not sure if George is just comfortable with quad-genders, or if he is just inclined towards the male end of the gender spectrum regardless of how many genders a species happens to have. At any rate, there was a clear appreciation for Blue shown in the comments made, though I know that regardless of how the commentary was intended, he is interested in the female end of the spectrum too, as there were comments a plenty for me too.

On that topic, I was worried that Travis might have objected to my dress being made by George, when he happened to overhear conversation via the comm one of the times I'd been discussing options with him before the face to face. However, despite commentary made, Travis actually laughed, and made a show of checking for whatever trait George had been commenting on. Even George remarked on it once Travis had left the room again. I'm proud of him, it shows trust that I wasn't sure he was going to be able to find again after what Jessica had done to him.

Blue and I left George's studio with a ball park figure of when the second appointment needs to be for the fitting on the almost finished dress, and a holodeck program to let me try out styles and colors on Blue, Travis and Mara. George did warn me that I probably won't be happy with the light blue color against Blue's Andorian complexion, but I intend to try it out anyways.

Blue and I found Travis at a diner, and he surprised us with tickets for a new musical. Set in a parody of Starfleet, it didn't hold my attention very well. Some of the tunes were catchy, but the lyrics put me off given the subject matter. It ultimately felt like a rehashing of South Pacific, but it wasn't billed as such... probably because whoever penned it either didn't realize it'd been done before, or because they were hoping to seem clever by assuming their audience hadn't been aware of South Pacific. Travis seemed to enjoy it though, so I bit my lip about it so that he could continue to enjoy it. At least he didn't acquire a copy of the soundtrack, I don't want it coming up in random play.