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Holodeck - Time to Kick Back... (Open to all)

Posted June 24, 2019, 2:07 p.m. by Ensign Kier Steward (Science) (Tim Olivieri)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in Holodeck - Time to Kick Back… (Open to all)

Posted by Ensign Samantha Keene (Engineering Officer (Lead Duty Watch)) in Holodeck - Time to Kick Back… (Open to all)

Posted by Lieutenant Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in Holodeck - Time to Kick Back… (Open to all)
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The giant green Security Chief needed a break. He had not taken any time for himself for far too long, so he reserved a few hours in the holodeck for ‘individualized training’. Walking to the doors, he palmed the access and the doors slid open to the vacant room.

=/\= Computer, begin Mardusk program Kilo-Indigo-Charlie-Kilo-Indigo-Tango. =/\= he said and the black room with yellow grid lines vanished, replaced with an empty dive bar about the size of the ship’s lounge. Spray paint covered the walls in various styles and quality of graffiti; and there were stickers and posters adhered to almost every surface denoting band names, political statements, anti-authoritarian slogans, and a variety of vulgar and profane proverbs. Mardusk looked around at the stools, chairs, bottles of various sizes and shapes… some filled, some not. Walking to the end of the bar, he looked at the empty stage at the far end of the room. =/\= Populate stage. Earth band. Twentieth century. The Business. =/\= and a quartet of musicians appeared. The lead singer looked out and said “Oi, Gravel! Good on ya, lad.” and he looked around. “Where is everyone?” he asked in a strong Cockney accent. “They’re coming, Mick. Be here in a sec.” and he looked at the empty room. =/\= Computer. Populate room - era appropriate. =/\= and a multitude of human beings appeared and immediately began interacting.

The bartender, a large man, looked at Gravel and said “Been a while, G. Where ya been?” and set a large pitcher and a four shot glasses on the bar. “Just busy. Good to be back though.” Gravel said.

Dressed in a black leather jacket, blue jeans, and combat boots; Mardusk sported a t-shirt under the jacket that read “NOFX”. He lifted the pitcher. “Thanks, Mike.” and the bartender nodded. As the big green Orion lifted the pitcher, the sounds of the band tuning up began to fill the room.

Mardusk, CoS

Kier was still struggling with his intense social anxiety. It had been suggested to him that he might find his way to the holodeck. He could practice his interactions with holograms. Maybe even meet fellow crew members in a less threatening place and under more casual circumstances. Having heard of this particular dive bar simulation, Kier suited up. His attire was supremely 80’s. His hair modeled after another music group the computer identified as “flock of seagulls.” Kier knew nothing of the era but was led to believe from his cursory research that this was pretty much how everyone of that time period appeared.

Noting the oddity of his iridescent sport coat he kept poking at the shoulder pads that protruded from his form as he waited for the holodeck doors to open. Stepping inside he was at once overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sights and sounds. He looked awkward. But he persisted as he slowly moved inside, his arms unmoving at his side as his legs carried him through the crowd.

Ensign Steward, Science

The huge Orion Security Chief was seated at the bar. As Steward made his way through, the bartender said “Hey G. Friend of yours?” with a nod to the absolutely out of place looking Scientist. Turning his bald, green head in that direction, Mardusk scowled and said “Nope. I think he’s one of the Scientists, though. Hard to tell. Fleet personnel files don’t typically have shoulder pads like that in the picture.”

Mardusk, CoS

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Kier awkwardly made his way to the bar. He didn’t know who in this crowd was a hologram or who might be a crew member. He was sweating profusely more out of anxiety though his period “appropriate” attire wasn’t helping matters. He glanced at the bottles behind the bar and quickly realized that he didn’t know what any of it was or what he should really be doing. He was out of his element on almost every level.

From his cursory research of the era, the same research that led to his attire and hair style, he knew that people of this era might also enjoy a beverage called a “wine cooler” which was, perhaps, what he would order when the bartender inquired. Records and other historical documents were plentiful, of course, though trying to gain any useful information from a last minute cram session was leading to an interesting mishmash of things. Of course, Kier was generally oblivious to this though it would be plainly obvious to anyone with even an elementary familiarity with the customs of the era.

Kier Steward, Scientist

Big Mike the bartender moved to the new arrival and said “You sure you’re in the right bar, kid? I think Flock of Seagulls is playing at the 9:30 club tomorrow night.” as he wiped out a large, glass beer mug with what once was a clean towel. As he spoke, the band on stage began playing… loudly.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYlb7n5NWpA

Holodeck Bartender

Sam threaded her way up to the bar and caught the barman’s eye to indicate she wanted a drink. She hadn’t particularly bothered to dress era appropriately but her habitual off duty attire of utility boots, black denim trousers, vest top, and her battered, slightly oversized leather jacket fit in pretty well here.

She settled in at the bar, taking in the vibe of the place. It actually seemed pretty similar to some Nausicaan bars she’d been in, although with less combat blades and stabbing obviously.

She quickly spotted the two rather out of place patrons, namely the hulking green giant, and lad with the shoulder pads so wide he’d probably glide if you tossed him off some high ground, and threw them both a half nod of recognition.

Sam Keene - Engineer and semi-pro barfly

Mardusk nodded in the direction of the new arrival and yelled over the din of punk rock blaring from the stage “Open seat here if you want. Big Mike hates walking, so you’ll get faster service if we stay close.” The smile on his face was genuine, and the big, bald, green head bobbed in time to the music.

Mardusk, CoS

Kier was about to respond to the barman when the music began playing. He jumped a bit, looking to the band. He turned back to face the fictional barkeep. “Is it always this…loud?” he asked. To Kier’s amazement, though he could feel the vibrations of his throat, his words were simply swallowed up by the sound of the band. Elevating his volume didn’t affect this. After a minute he gave up and simply stood by, looking around, it was unnerving to him that some of those around him were shipmates while the rest were holograms. It was like the living were hiding in plain sight.

This was one of the many reasons Kier wasn’t exactly a thrill at parties.

Ensign Steward, Scientist


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