Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout

Posted April 1, 2020, 10:17 a.m. by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) (Ben Z)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Kiama Naim ((A) Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout

Posted by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Kiama Naim ((A) Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout

Posted by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Kiama Naim ((A) Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout

Posted by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Kiama Naim ((A) Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout

Posted by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout
“So yeah it’s like a whole commentary on capitalism, this thing humans were pretty fond of for a few hundred years,” Shon gushed as he held open the door for Kiama. “Bolians had that phase too, but we got over it a loooong time ago.” They stepped out of the Orpheum Theatre and onto the brightly lit streets of 23rd century San Fransisco, Earth. A crowd of assorted characters filed out behind them, filling the night air with the babbling of miscellaneous conversations about the production of Little Shop of Horrors they had just seen. “I can’t imagine capitalism would have ever been a thing on Betazed, considering how much it encourages stepping on others for personal gain.”

“Oh, my people went through that phase as well,” replied Kiama rather nonchalantly, blinking a couple of times as her eyes adjusted to the bright light outside the theatre. She was wearing a knee long, cream coloured, 1950’s tea dress. It had butterflies of different sizes and colours printed on at as well as flowers on the skirt (https://www.ladyvlondon.com/tea-dress-butterfly-border). Along with it, she wore cream coloured sandals with a slight wedge heel. Her full black mane of small corkscrew curls fell down her back, with only the upper layer pinned back with a silver butterfly hair clip.

“I hope you liked it!” Shon said as he started guiding them down the street to a charging station that housed a pair of electric scooters. “I know it’s a lot different than what you’re used to, but maybe that’s a good thing right? Variety is the spice of life, after all.” He smiled, but was watching Kiama closely to gauge her reaction to the play he had suggested. Shon was nervous that he had just made his friend sit through something she hadn’t enjoyed.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

Kiama chuckled good-naturedly. “It sure was different. And I’m not sure if I fully managed to grasp the story line. But I enjoyed it nevertheless.” Resting one hand on her hip, she continued, “I mean, why was the main character - Seymour I think? - so attached to the plant? How does he justify to himself feeding other people to the plant? I just don’t get it. Then again I never understood how anyone could intentionally hurt another sentient being other than in self-defense.” As she said that, she felt a shiver run down her spine and goosebumps rise on her bare arms.

~Lt.jg. Naim, aCSO

Shon threw his hands up in the air dramatically with a goofy smile. “I guess greed does that to a person! I wouldn’t know, one of the benefits of the Federation is that there’s no need for greed!” But he caught the implication of her last statement as sobered a little. “Yeah, I never understood that either.”

Kiama nodded thoughtfully, but for once remained silent.

“Anyways,” Shon said as they came to a stop near the scooters, “Where to next? The night is young, after all! Any favorite places in San Francisco from your time at the Academy? I’m partial to Castro, but that’s a little on the wild side.” Shon rolled up the sleeves of his white button-down that was covered in a consistent pattern of tiny purple polkadots that complimented the dark blue of his skin. He looked down at his khakis and chocolate dress shoes, then proceeded to wipe a hand across the seat of his scooter, hoping to clean off any debris that might stain his lightly colored pants.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

“Hmm,” Kiama replied, pondering what would be a good place to go. There were just too many options. She’d always liked walking along the beach, especially at night when very few people were there. But wouldn’t that look too much like a romantic date? Eventually she said, “There are many places I loved to go in San Francisco, so I’m pretty much game for everything. And since it’s been a long time since I went to the Castro District, I wouldn’t mind going there at all.” A lopsided and kind of mischievous grin started to stretch across her face and her eyes twinkled at the prospect of going that somewhat more adventurous art of the city.

~Lt.jg. Naim, aCSO

“Well you’re already dressed the part,” Shon said with a twinkle in his eye. He swung a leg over the seat of his scooter, waiting for Kiama to do the same. Then they were off, zipping down one of San Francisco’s steep hills on the side of an unrealistically empty street.

However, instead of swinging one led across the seat, Kiama sat down as if she was riding side-saddle, since her dress was not exactly made for sitting on the backseat of a scooter. She placed one hand on the handle next to the seat and said, “Just don’t drive too fast.”

As Shon led the way, he looked over his shoulder and shouted back to Kiama, “Thanks for making time! I’m sure the new Chief Science Officer will be in high demand once we reach the Chrondruscripi Anomaly, so I’m glad I caught you before then!” He glanced back in front of him, then returned his attention to Kiama. “My knowledge of radiation is mostly related to its physiological effects, but although it might go over my head, I’d be interested to hear - “

“Even a CSO needs time off. And really, I’m just the acting Chief Science Officer. Nothing permanent,” Kiama replied with a soft laugh.

Shon’s scooter pitched forward, sending the blue-skinned man flying to land in a roll at the bottom of the hill, which was fortunately only a couple feet away. The scooter skidded to a grinding halt on the concrete next to him as Shon groaned and sat up, hissing through his teeth as he raised his arms to inspect the road rash on his elbows. Similar injuries were showing through rips in the knees of his pants. He hadn’t been wearing a helmet, but luckily it seemed like his head was uninjured.

“What the…” Shon said in bewilderment, glancing back at the obstacle that had suddenly blocked his path. It was a stump, of a tree. Growing right out of the concrete. Looking around, there were other trees just… growing out of things. Trees of varying species and ages had materialized in the middle of the road and on top of buildings. Then a disco ball materialized about 12 feet up in the air and crashed to the ground a few feet away from him, shattering. Some distance in front of them, the entire landscape (road and adjacent buildings included) were suddenly at an unrealistically slope, shooting up into the sky at an almost 90 degree angle. “Kiama…?” Shon barely managed to get out despite the shock.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

OOC: Chrondruscripi Anomaly isn’t canon, just a made up plot device to make the holodeck go haywire.

Kiama, on the other hand, hadn’t been as lucky. When the laws of physics had propelled her forward when the scooter suddenly stopped, she’d - instinctively - tried to break her fall with her hands. If it had been quiet enough they probably would have heard the snapping sound when her left wrist broke. Like Shon she had scratches on her arms and legs, but unlike him she wasn’t trying to get up. When he walked over to her, Shon would find her somewhere between conscious and unconscious and with some blood running down the side of head and neck. Not enough to be really concerning, though.

~Lt.jg. Naim, aCSO

“Kiama?” Shon said again with more concern before finally looking behind him after a second to pull himself out of his daze. “Kiama!” Shon exclaimed as he saw his friend crumpled on the street. He scrambled to his feet and dashed to her, rushing to position himself behind her as he sat down on the concrete. Gingerly, he placed one hand under her neck to support it and used the other to pull her up from under her armpit into a slightly elevated position, resting her head on his lap. “Computer, end program, two to emergency transport to sickbay!” Nothing changed. Around them, the word continued to behave erratically, with colors of objects changing to unnatural hues, columns of rain spontaneously appearing over small circles of area, and polka music blasting from somewhere in the distance.

Kiama stirred slightly as Shon moved her gently, but her eyes were still closed.

Shon looked down at the semiconscious Kiama. He had no tricorder, no biobed, no sickbay. He couldn’t be sure exactly how bad her fall had been. But for the moment, they needed to find shelter, before something came crashing down on them. “Kiama, we need to get inside,” he half-shouted over the chaotic noises around them, “can you move?”

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

Kiama’ eyes fluttered open as Shon called her name. She took a couple of deep (or deepish) breaths as she tried to calm herself down, orient herself and take note of her injuries. Her head was hurting and instinctively she move her uninjured hand to her temple. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt the blood on her fingertips. Wiggling her toes and carefully moving her limbs to test if she had any other injuries, she eventually said, “I think so. I think my left wrist is broken, but since I don’t walk on my hands that shouldn’t be a problem.” A soft giggle escaped her lips at her own joke, only to be immediately followed a slight wince.

The giggle gave Shon pause, but otherwise he was glad to see that Kiama’s head injury seemed to be minor. He couldn’t help but smile when the joke registered to him, the imagine of Kiama walking on his hands that flashed across his mind giving him a split second of reprieve from the chaos and adrenaline.

With slow, careful movements, Kiama managed to sit up. Turning her head to look at Shon, she asked, “What happened? Why did the holodeck program change? And what is that awful music?” Without waiting for his answer, she continued to get back onto her feet. She was feeling a little dizzy and light-headed, but that was something she could worry about later. Right now they needed to figure out what happened and find a way off the holodeck. And not for the first time in her life did she push all emotions and the pain she was feeling as far back as possible and went into pure focus mode.

~Lt.jg. Naim, aCSO

Shon wrapped his arm around Kiama’s waste to support her as they limped to the entrance of an abandoned ice cream parlor, which Shon kicked open the door to. He led Kiama to one of the retro-style diner chairs at a nearby table and helped her sit down. “The holodeck’s gone haywire. The computer’s not responding to commands. We need to find the manual control panel, it should be somewhere nearby, but first we need to patch you up.”

He jogged to the little kitchenette behind a row of replicators and dug through the drawers, making a face as he pulled out a rubber chicken and tossed it aside. “Looks like the shop isn’t immune to the glitches either, but hopefully they’re a little less intense…” He eventually found a knife and brought it over to where Kiama was sitting, using it to cut off a sleeve of his polka-dotted shirt. He moved to tie it around Kiama’s head as a makeshift bandage. Then he cut off the pant legs of his ruined khakis at the knee, grunting as he awkwardly tied the thicker fabric together and strained to make sue the knot was tight. “Do you think this might work as a sling for your arm?” He ran back to the kitchenette and foraged for a spoon. He placed it gently against Kiama’s broken wrist along the joint, then cut off his other sleeve to wrap it tightly. “I’m sorry of this hurts,” he said as he worked.

Hopefully, by the time he was done, Kiama had a makeshift wrist splint, sling, and head bandage. All made of Shon’s clothes, which left him looking a little wonky in his sleeveless button down and freshly-frayed khaki shorts. “Do you have any idea how to escape a malfunctioning holodeck?”

(Ensign Shon, Medical)


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