<div class="floatleft">(http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t105/maitirethanatos/Rose-clouds_zpslvifjn4z.gif)</div><br/>Name: P'kelamo N'shognara Ud'laclhu<br/>Location: Shuttle Craft -> Living Quarters<br/>Time of day: Afternoon<br/>Wearing:  An ensign version of this (http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/star-trek-secret-wishes-red-dress-bc-65045.jpg?zm=1600,1600,1,0,0)<br/>Tagging: Open<br/>Mentioning:<br/>Notes{Mainly for explicit content}:<br/><hr/><br/>P’kelamo could barely contain her excitement at actually being accepted into Star Fleet and becoming… well she didn’t know what she was going to become but she was going to become something! The other recruits continually sent looks back at the furry alien. Not that P’Kelamo let it bother her since she was pretty sure she was the only one of her kind on this side of the worm hole. It was possible others of her race were on this side as spoils of war but she didn’t think so. The constant hum of the ships was soothing and she had one large ear pressed against the inner hull listening to the repulsors and the other flitting around listening to the other students. They could have been whispering and she would have heard them. She didn’t mean too but her giant ears made that an impossibility.<br/><br/>Slowly the craft settled down onto a landing pad and everyone stood up to leave, everyone but the tiny Uyv’Yspua. She had learned the hard way on space ships of being caught between the larger sentients and so she took her time gather her small bag and getting to her feet. She wasn’t in any rush at all. She wanted to see everything and if she moved at her own pace she could do that. Bounding to her feet she almost skipped from the exploritary craft her pads making little noise on the landing pad. This was her first time at the Star Fleet academy and she came to a halt as she saw the size of the buildings before her, her two mismatched eyes going wide and her mouth dropping open as she took in the sight before her. She stood like that until a crewer reminded her that she needed to move along. “Right, apologies,” she squeaked as she did a half bow and started to run towards the group of cadets.<br/><br/>She moved with them her eyes examining everything and the urge to stop and touch everything was so strong but she had to report for her duty roster. She had assignments to be taken care of, classes to prepare for and a burrow to prepare. She saluted professionally to the man behind the desk. “Cadet P'kelamo N'shognara Ud'laclhu reporting,” she was careful to keep her tone as proper as she could but her tail wagged with excitement and her ears couldn’t stay still they had to listen to everything around her. She took the offered PADD and extended her hand in the human custom to shake and whined when the person behind the desk ordered her on. Slowly she trudged away from the desk, she was just trying to be friendly.<br/><br/>As she walked she waved at most of the students, she didn’t know any of them but it helped others to like her if she was cheerful and she did want to major in communications and so she could wave at everyone. Her steps were light and quick as she walked through the complex to her dorm. The PADD indicated that she’d be rooming with someone. She contemplated that wondering which species she’d be sleeping with and wondered if they had a similar dietary pallet as herself. She wanted to know everything about her roommate. They would be bunking together and she wanted to ensure that the other person was happy and pleased with her. On her ship where she’d first come to understand what The Federation really was she had a singular cell that was hers. Oh sure it was in the jail but that didn’t bother her much. They let her out and let her work and just returned her to the cell for the evening. It hadn’t been to bad once they’d raised the temperature.<br/><br/>She stopped in front of her dorm room examining the door and committing it to memory. Finally she signaled to be let in and then entered into the room. One side of the dorm was already occupied with belongings. The small furry alien found herself drawn to the objects. She’d never seen so many possessions in her life. Her master had permitted her very little and her people were hunters and gathers so if you couldn’t carry it you didn’t need it. She’d opened up one box before common sense got to her and she closed it again. These weren’t her items and no matter how interesting the might be she wasn’t permitted to touch other creatures items. That was a cardinal rule that she’d been taught on the ship. It’s not like she wanted them, she just wanted to examine them. Sate her curiosity into what they were and what they could be used for.<br/><br/>She inspected her bed frowning at it and wondering how exactly she was going to make a burrow out of the soft bedding and not ruin the fabric. Her small bag of personal affects, another uniform and several decorative earnings and jewelry were laid in the bag and could be addressed any time. The tiny furry creature had at the insistence of her master been pierced and wore earrings in a manner similar to bjorn's. She had liked them enough to do the same to her other ear. She climbed onto the bed and laid down spreading out on the soft material. Her sandy brown and white fur a contrast to the huge bed she was now laying in. This was much softer than the cell she'd inhabited. Still it was a little cool for her taste she wondered if her future room mate would mind if she turned the temperature up a few degrees or at least adjusted the humidity more to her liking.<br/>