It was potluck in the mess hall this evening. I'm not the best at cooking from scratch. Apologies if anyone got any of the cookies I baked. I ran out of chocolate chips and just broke up bits of random candy I got for the holidays. It's good luck if you find the little toy Zefram Cochrane in one!

There was another hot dog eating contest at Quark's again this evening. They had to make special categories this time, otherwise Morn just trounces everyone in seconds!

My PADD has added a feature to "Go Live". I thought that's what I was already doing! OnO??

The Klingon ambassador sent me another recipe. I told him I can't legally make the recipe intended for "honorable death by flavor".

We convinced our lieutenant to let us turn part of the lab into a test kitchen so we can have recipe challenges with Engineering. So far it doesn't matter what we cook, inevitably there's hot sauce.

New Year, new me! I'm getting a patch of skin regrown because old lab equipment likes to spice up the relationship! ;3;

Welcome to the New Year! #StarTrek

Some of the other Ensigns are making up Terran New Year's resolutions for kicks. I can't really make resolutions like "I will not chemically burn off my eyebrow whiskers." because that's not always my choice to make!

I'm not a Khajiit! ono People keep asking me if know any Shouts. If you want shouting, go ask Engineering! They've got some really good ones. They may actually be able to make you time travel when they yell.

I've put up string lights in my bunk. Not that I didn't have enough lighting to read by or anything. The voles really seem to enjoy it. I'm giving them little antlers to wear and tiny sleigh bell vests. If I'm going to have voles, anyway, they're going to look festive!

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My feet are plantigrade! If I don't trim my nails, every shoe I put on gets ripped to shreds. My socks don't live very long as a result so instead of a stocking this Christmas, I'm hanging up one of my patched up socks from my academy days. I wanna see if Santa is a Q.

We've been growing sweet potatoes and pumpkin in the botany lab to test traditional recipes. Now the whole station is sending recipes directly to my PADD. The Klingon ambassador sent me one that's so boozy I don't think I'll be able to try it while on duty.

I posted a T’Lyn sketch on my side acc so I’m reposting these again bc I still like these

We had a little downtime while our bunks were being fumigated (again) for vole lice, so me and the other lab ensigns convinced our lieutenant to let us deep fry a turkey. I am currently in Sickbay with the doctor as we regrow patches of my fur. WORTH IT! The whole lab smells delicious.

This year I'll be attempting a Terran holiday dinner, but I can't eat it all by myself. I'll most likely be taking it down to the lab to share. We can take bets on who eats the jellied or fresh cranberry sauce. If it gains sentience we've all agreed to teach both sauces football.

Reading up on Terran holidays and people used to send holiday themed cards to each other. Some of these, though... I'm not certain what anthropomorphic vegetables are trying to convey.

I asked Garak if he could help me with my costume this year. He said he would on the condition that I spend two weeks helping him research better stitches that would prevent the Chief from tearing his pants so easily. I considered it a fair exchange since I don't usually carry latinum.

We were growing pumpkins for a carving and pie contest, but they grew to tremendous proportions and took over the station for a day or so. Now we're negotiating peace and finding them a nice uninhabited planet to live on. I still kinda wanted pie, but I'm obliged to diplomacy.

Do they know how uncomfortable it is getting into a wet suit when your skin is covered in fur? Regardless, people keep sending me down drainage pipes because they say I'm the most qualified. What does that mean!?? There's THINGS down there! Things that don't use the universal translator!

Temporal anomalies must be super common onboard the station. I stepped through one ten years yesterday and wound up doing the daily duties of a version of myself from another timeline. Thankfully, I'm back in my own timeline. ... I think.

It's beginning to feel more and more like spooky season around here. They say the station is haunted! I think the ghosts would have to contend with the roaming souls who get caught in transporter accidents, myself.

Test running a holodeck program to ensure it's safe for the Ambassador of the week's children. They must think I'm more arboreal than the other ensigns because I've been given the task of seeing how easy it is to fall out of trees. This wasn't quite the botanical research I signed up for.

It was routine maintenance night before bed today on the replicator nearest the botanical lab. Today I learned that you can not only get termites in the serving trays but it also accounts for the strange texture of my sandwiches lately.

There's this new holoprogram where you play as Chief O'Brien and you have to avoid objects touching your shoulder. Some are giant darts and some are tiny kayaks! I'm not entirely sure why it's that way but that's when people start laughing and lose points.

Ooooo, our ttrpg group loves rolling an Eddington scenario every now and then.

Is it dinner time yeeeet...??

Found another rattling mouse toy under my pillow. ... But I haven't lost any baby teeth since I was a kid!

There's already rumors of a Halloween party around our quarters. No idea what the senior officers are doing but "Bobbing for Tribbles" was a riot last year. They never let me just eat one, though, after catching it in my teeth

Got permission to use static control on my bunk sheets. I don't get how I can spend most of my time in the muck and then still get the snot zapped out of me come bed time.

Personal Log, stardate 58693.0 Things sure move fast around here! Especially the biology! After spending a couple of days addressing the algae explosion, it clings to my skin and fur.

Tried the candied gagh. I think I still prefer it jellied. The latest gummy gagh was really bland compared to the ones we got as kids. I think this Halloween I'm handing out the tiny jelly jars.

My friends insist this picture is an accurate depiction of me.

Personal Log, stardate 58687.5 I'm practically light years from being anywhere planetside and yet my innards think it's going to be cold soon! I'm getting a winter coat and my cheeks are so fuzzy I keep zapping my own hands from the static.

Let no one define who you are but you. Nobody else has standing. Your deeds and your glories may be seen by all, but only you can know the well inside you from which that water was drawn.

Catnip doesn't work on me. Please stop sending me catnip brownies. If I don't lose ten pounds before my physical, they're gonna make me chase the red dot again for six weeks.

FUCK ICE