Where No Sim Has Gone Before

Chapter 2: Dance or Die!

Captain’s Personal Log:

While I still find myself living in Belladonna Cove, I was recently reinstated as an officer in Starfleet. It took 150 years, well at least 150 years for them. Time it would seem runs differently in this dimension/part of the universe. My banishment is now considered wrong, and therefore I’ve been given the honor of relaying information/exploring this part of the universe/dimension. I could not bear to leave now.

Kes will inherit the “ship” after I retire, while Carol will be free to do whatever her heart desires. Kes seemed the most eager of the girls, and I’m confident that when the time comes she’ll be ready.

“Za Woka Genava!”

“Computer pause recording and delete the last 10 seconds from the log. Look lady, I’ve told you go away.”

Geez haven’t any of these Belladonians ever heard of a one night stand?

“Computer resume log.”

Kes is already my little captain in training. She enjoys “being in command” when Makoto and I are away from the apartment.

I understand her appearance may seem odd, however, allow me to assure Star Fleet they could not ask for a better candidate. It is extremely important to this culture that children and individuals express themselves freely in regards to their clothing. So a little girl choosing to wear a duckie flotation device is considered perfectly normal.

While it took us a lot of time, Makoto and I have found a way to communicate with one another so that he can at least assist with more of the day to day activities of maintaining the apartment and other exploration responsibilities.

He now takes up the responsibility of serving dinner once or twice a week so that I might take care of the girls. And he’s also begun accompanying me on away missions.

Unfortunately, I still can’t seem to get him to understand the very simple fact that I NEED to shower in the mornings.

And then there are still many times when Makoto and the others seem to quickly “forget” their assigned tasks or the requests I make of them.

Fortunately, Kes does not seem to be affected by these frequent lapses in memory. Perhaps it is her human half which spares her this fate.

“Whippna Choba Dog! “

“Computer pause log. No wait resume log..

“Captain’s personal note, trying to assist your children with homework that is in complete gibberish is damn near impossible.”

“Ahhhh Molombia.”

“ Computer pause…Kes, I have NO idea what you are talking about.”

*resume log*

It is customary that I assist Kes each and every night with her homework. In fact, Kes will not even dare to attempt her work without my assistance. I asked her why she did not request Makoto to assist her, and unfortunately I have been unable to translate her response.

Therefore I handle any and all teaching responsibilities around this ship.

*Computer pause log* However, this is likely for the best since everyone here is nuts. *resume captain’s log*

Makoto has recently begun to glow whenever he takes part in any musical activities. According to my research this is considered normal among the locals….they can reach what I’m calling “being in the zone” in certain activities if they partake in them long enough.

End of Log Entry

Captain’s Personal Log:

Makoto and I were forced to leave the girls in the care of Mona Ross. Both girls are far too young to be journeying to nearby star systems. I do admit I was anxious leaving them, however, Kes assured me she’d be the best first officer while I was away.

Nothing horrible transpired while we were gone. I did leave a recording devices running, for the sake of providing Starfleet with more information on this culture…*

“Harva sol labaga along with hava so lawnumg!”

*computer pause*

“Oh no you didn’t just invite my 10 year old to a party at your place while I was away from home. To hell with regulations, where’s my phaser.”

*resume log*

Makoto and I surveyed the nearby planet of Dancesphere per Starfleet’s orders. I was unfortunately accused of throwing off the queen’s groove by the Queen’s Chief DJ shortly after our arrival. Therefore I was sentenced to death by dance.

Fortunately, Makoto arrived in the Hall of Music and Dance in time, and broke the hypnosis from their strange DJ Booth with his power of the Zone…

Before the Great and Powerful DJ could start up the booth again, a fellow prisoner who’d shared my cell the night before, Lena the Musical Thief, selflessly came to our aide.

She reminded the DJ that it was possible for the accused to take part in a trial by dance off, and thus have the opportunity to prove themselves worthy in the eyes of the Great Muses.

Makoto and I were triumphant, and the Queen herself declared us both innocent…and named us friends of the people of Dancesphere until the end of time.

*Computer pause log*

I’m never setting foot on that planet again. Ever. The planet’s full of crazies.

I mean hell the Queen started insisting that Makoto and I’s arrival had been foretold eons ago. “ You are surely the two prophesied to have the spirits of the Muses residing within them. Blessed by the gods! I pray, bestow thy great wisdom upon us.” She keeps coming to the apartment seeking my wisdom, and not at convenient hours either.

And The Musical Thief has not stopped calling me to profess her undying love. I guess the people of Dancesphere have never heard of taking advantage of a situation either? I wonder if Captain Kirk ever had this problem?

*Alright, ahem, Computer resume log*

I am extremely touched and honored by such kind gestures. I am grateful that we found a peaceful solution to our conflict. The people of Dancesphere are indeed a remarkable people. They’ve changed our lives forever, and I know Makoto and I will never be able to forget them.

We’ve both arrived safely home, and nothing seems too far out of place. Mona’s been sent home and hopefully we won’t have to request her assistance again anytime soon.

End Log

Captain’s Personal Log

Regrettably Starfleet has lost another valued member to tragedy. Yeomen Nederb…Najwal, Nenwal..after a very brief term serving under my command…was killed while helping Makoto and I protect the citizens of Belladonna from a race of ruthless elderly sims whose entire culture seems to revolve around imitating biker gangs.

Her sacrifice was not in vain. Thanks to her efforts, I was able to negotiate with the leader of the gang.

My sweet Makoto provided his unwavering support watching over the girls so that I might protect the world I’ve come to call home.

End Log

Captain’s Log:

My girls are growing up so fast. It seems like only yesterday that I was holding Carol in my arms. Now she’s ready for her first day of school tomorrow.

Carol’s personal style seems tamer than her sister. Unfortunately, Carol also seems to be afflicted with an earlier onset of the insanity that seems to afflict all

Belladonians.

She does have her moments of clarity, but I don’t recall Kes seeming this lost at this age.

However, recently Kes has developed insomnia or a nocturnal nature. I’m not sure which. Either way her sleep pattern is erratic.

In order to ensure she continues to attend school normally, and in an attempt to offer assistance, I’ve installed an alarm system.

I hope the sleep pattern problems can be corrected soon. Kes has started to have some other worrying symptoms such as becoming seemingly unaware of weather patterns. Just yesterday, she stayed out in the cold to the point that the alarm system warned me that in normal society social services would be called!

Hopefully her recent age transition or rather the approach of said transition was the cause of her issues, and it was simply a natural hormonal imbalance or phase for this species.

End Log

Captain’s Log:

I had a scare today. I almost lost my beloved Makoto. One of the residents of our apartment spent the entire day coming over and knocking on our door. And Makoto, bless him, in his insanity opened the door each time only to be told repeatedly that he stinks….I think….translation of this Simlish is difficult.

He would not eat. I feared for sure he would starve before I arrived home.

It took me far longer than usual to get through to him the importance of eating.

Whatever madness took him it thankfully left him before his life gave out completely.

I honestly don’t know what I would have told the girls. Fortunately, I do not have to dwell on the matter. Makoto is safe and sound.

End Log

Well this seems like a good stopping point. Here, have a picture of Makoto winning that dance off of life and death.

I’m so glad this sweet guy didn’t die.

I love him so much…I feel guilty sometimes about marrying him into this …

I mean Mysha can be such a slut…..

“Ignore her readers. You know I’m the most awesome captain ever.”

Besides, Kes told Makoto ages ago about my negotiation methods…..

He just doesn’t remember.

Yeah that makes what you do so much better. *rolls eyes*

See you all next time.