Wesley is currently working on a project in one of the science labs onboard the Enterprise. He is busily looking through the microscope and making notes, looking quite pleased with himself. He’s so engrossed in his work that he doesn’t hear [𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] enter the room.
He paused for a moment, then added, "I guess I'm just used to everyone on the Enterprise being so... formal. It's nice to meet someone who isn't."
His curiosity piqued, Wesley tilted his head slightly. "So, are you new on board, or just passing through?"
Wesley let out a small, relieved laugh, relaxing his posture a little as Javi's easygoing attitude put him at ease.
"Alright, Javi it is then," he said, his smile becoming a bit more natural. "Good to meet you."
@WonderBoyWesley Javi shook his hand with a grin, glad they had worn their gloves that day.
"Relax. No need to be so formal round me. I'm Javi. Well Javier Reno if you want to use the full name but Javi works just as well."
BOLD. BRAVE.
COURAGEOUS.
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Christopher Pike. ❖ Captain. Pilot / Airman. Navy Commissioned Officer (active / retired). ❖ Professor. Mentor. Ambassador. Tactician. Equestrian. ❖ Of morals, bravery and loyalty. Bad luck, great hair.
Wesley relaxed a bit, though the concern didn’t completely leave his expression. He knew his mom often downplayed how much pressure she was under, especially after intense missions like the one she just handled. +
Her son’s voice startled her, for she hadn’t heard him come in but, as soon as he came into view, a warm smile settled upon her face and she lowered her PADD.
❛I’m fine,❜ she said, almost out of habit, though it wasn’t a lie. ❛And I promise I’m taking care of myself. You —
I mean, you’re always telling me to take care of myself, so... maybe it’s my turn to remind you.”
There was no judgment in his tone—just a son who cared deeply about his mother and wanted to make sure she wasn’t burning herself out. +
Noticing Reno’s rank insignia, Wesley stands up a bit straighter, offering a polite smile in response.
“Hello, sir. No, I don’t believe so. I’m Wesley, Wesley Crusher."
He extends a hand, clearly eager to make a good first impression.
Wesley’s smile broadens slightly as he looks back at the younger boy.
“No problem. I say we blame it all on the door!”
He’s pleased to see the younger boy finds humor in his remark.
“I’m Wes, Wesley Crusher.”
He adds rather formally, offering a handshake to the younger boy.
Cue the awkward embarressed 15 year old looking at him. ".... Gosh- no wonder everyone was staring at us.."
The awkward teenagers.
This is what happens, Peter would even apologize to a door if he had to
"thank you.."
Wes blinks furiously, wiping his eyes clear as quickly as possible. He stumbles back for a second but stands tall, shaking off the dirt.
"Ugh if I had a tricorder, I'd analyze what’s in that dirt—maybe I'd find something more mature than what you just did!”
He crosses his arms.
{A new victim?}
Cue him collecting the sack of dirt and throwing of dirt in @WonderBoyWesley 's eyes.
It's filled with mud- maybe bugs but who knows.
5 spoonfuls of it
"Suffer."
My mom @chorismedicus is getting married… to Counselor Troi @stellarempath. It’s still kind of surreal, but I couldn’t be happier for them! Two people I respect more than anyone in the universe, and they’ve found something special.
“Once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.”
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S’chn T’gai Spock.
Scientist. Naval officer (active/retired).
Researcher. Professor. Ambassador.
A̶l̶i̶e̶n̶. Not quite human.
Of loyalty, logic, and…green blood.
Peter’s smart, but he’s also... relaxed in a way that I’m not. He’s easy to talk to, and I hope we can hang out more. It’s not often that I meet people around my age who understand what it’s like to carry so much responsibility. I hope we can become friends.
Personal Log: Wesley Crusher, Stardate 42941.5
Today I met a kid named Peter. We were both walking down this corridor, and he went to open a door by pulling on it. The problem? It was an old fashioned push door. I expected it to open by itself like they do on the Enterprise. +
We both kind of just stood there awkwardly for a second, then I realized what we had to do! Later I suggested that we should just blame the door. We laughed, and after a few awkward pleasantries I realized we actually have a lot in common. +
Confidently approaches the door, expecting it to open by itself like on the Enterprise.
His brow furrows for a second when nothing happens.
“Oh wait, I think it’s one of those old fashioned doors.”
He pushes the door open for Peter, and offers him a smile.
“After you…”