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[hischair]

When: 19th
Rating: TBC
Characters: You!
Summary: A shindig at the beach for the best navigator in Starfleet.
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[ OOC: Feel free to assume your character has received an invite to the party via their inbox or word of mouth for Chekov's birthday! Everyone is welcome except you, Khan and presents are mandatory for the Enterprise's young navigator. Please tag under either section to keep the party somewhat ordered, and have fun! ]

Comments

[mightbeconcussed]

Twenty-six later this month. Not quite Mrs. Robinson. Also, no Mrs. part but yeah. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to count the year or so I was dead or the several months I was home. I've just kind of been going by this place's calendar more than anything.

[lefthandedgenius]

You were dead? Do I want to know that story, or do we need to be drunk for that?

[mightbeconcussed]

Overall, I don't mind saying. I was murdered by an actual person and not the City or a curse. If you want details though, there's going to be alcohol.

[ She's not opposed to talking about it. It's been a little while and she's died once again due to a curse only to wake up alive the next day. ]

[lefthandedgenius]

That's fair. Whenever you're inclined and with whatever amount of booze that needs to be applied as necessary.

[mightbeconcussed]

Deal. You'll be the first to know when I want to spill all the gory details. [ Most of the people that know what happened to her are gone, including the person that did them. Chekov knows some things because he's the reason she's alive now. ]