Sival

  ((Main Hall, Atlas Base)) Ensign Sival had been in what he would describe as a standing meditation. The room was buzzing with the noise of vibrant conversation and laughter all around him. Since he found it hard to regain his composure amongst the flurry of emotions, he had momentarily closed his eyes and did what he had done countless times before - imagining himself to be the calm eye of a hurricane as the winds screeched all around him. With each breath in and out, the mental storm in his mind had gotten quieter and quieter, until the flurry of activity around him had calmed. Not a sound could be heard. For a moment, he felt completely serene. Sival opened his eyes.  Instantly he realized that the reason not a sound could be heard was that the room really had gotten quiet. So quiet in fact that PADD stylus could be heard if dropped on the floor. To his further surprise, he also noticed that he was the only one standing, as all of the other occupants in the room had been seated, wi

  ((OOC: Hello merry band of simmers! Sorry if this is sent twice.)) ((Main Hall, Atlas Base)) As was common throughout his life, Ensign Sival found himself being of two minds as he stood among the participants of the ‘party’ / award ceremony. His Vulcan sensibility found the situation… unnerving. Having just graduated from Starfleet Academy and being posted to his first assignment, by all accounts, a more formal occasion to be inducted into the crew would have been much more appropriate. After all, this moment was the culmination of all he had worked for for the past four years. Yet, here he was, being sent down to this… event… on a hastily-arranged shuttle from Starbase 821 - a 67-hour shuttle ride. He had been receiving dispatches as to the latest happenings with the Arrow’s crew, so he had plenty of time to meditate and mentally-prepare himself for one of these, as he felt, extraneous human of customs, that would entail what humans termed, ‘socializing’. A most inefficient use of t