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Side Sim - Mike's Place Bar - Arrival of the Man (Open to Anyone)

Posted May 18, 2020, 4:43 p.m. by Lieutenant Auleraine Brison (Engineering Officer) (Melissa Aragon)

Posted by Civilian Michael ‘Big Mike’ McKenzie (Bartender - Mike’s Place) in Side Sim - Mike’s Place Bar - Arrival of the Man (Open to Anyone)

Posted by Lieutenant Auleraine Brison (Engineering Officer) in Side Sim - Mike’s Place Bar - Arrival of the Man (Open to Anyone)

Posted by Civilian Michael ‘Big Mike’ McKenzie (Bartender - Mike’s Place) in Side Sim - Mike’s Place Bar - Arrival of the Man (Open to Anyone)
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The space was empty except for the basics: bar, stage, some assorted and not new furniture stacked to the sides,and more than a few crates. The man looking over it was obviously not Star Fleet. A large human man, he was dressed in faded bluejeans cuffed at the hems, old style combat boots dyed oxblood red, a studded black leather jacket with a tshirt underneath. His head was shaved, but he sported a thick black mustache and goatee.

When he boarded, he had been met personally by the Security Chief and the two exchanged a long hug. They then separated and the human came here. He stood in the silence of the space, hands in his jacket pockets, and just… looked.

Mike McKenzie

Aulerain moved towards the new bar, toolbox in hand. She’d come to enjoy the jaunts out of engineering. This time, a section of the ship had been outfitted for a bar and entertainment place. Lera was curious just what it was about. And askng the shift leader about going to lend a hand had done the trick.

Her brunette hair was neatly coiled at the base of her neck, and her uniform jumper was clean and presentable as she stepped into the club and let out a low whistle of appreciation. “Wow! Nice place you got here,” she said, looking at Mike and hoping she wasn’t putting her foot in her mouth on first impression again.

Lt Aulerain Brison
Engineer

Mike didn’t budge or turn, he just said “It will be. Need to get it fixed up first.” and then he turned and looked at her. “Mike.” and he extended his hand.

Mike, Bartender

“Lera… Auleraine, actually. But Lera is easier on the tongue.” She laughed took his hand. One thing she knew was how to shake hands. “A pleasure. So I’m from engineering and was sent up to see what you needed by way of specifics.”

Mike took her hand firmly and said “Easy. Sound system for an auditorium with a capacity of three hundred. CO2 lines from the chiller to the bar where the taps are set. Power outlet over on that wall, one reciprocal only, standard outlet. And…” and he walked over to one of the packing crates makes with a weird splatter of spray paint and slapped a hand on it, “… all if these stickers put up… eveywhere.”

It was odd. He asked for a specific sound system, but there was no way the space would hold half of that number of patrons. Maybe a third, if they were packed in like sardines…

Mike, Bartender

Lera looked as he pointed. Most of the items were reasonable. “Ummmm....” Except for one. “You DO realize you cannot fit 300 people in here at once. Right?” She glanced around the room. Then at the crate. “And you expect ‘me’ to put all those stickers up? Surely you aren’t serious.” She crossed her arms and cocked her hip out in indignation. Sure, she was the new person. But even that seemed a bit extreme.”

Lera
Engineer

Mike chuckled. “Lera, is it? Listen Lera. I am sure you are a badass engineer. But I am guessing you dont much about punk music. See, this is a punk rock club. A place where people can let loose; yell, scream, fight, fornicate, and feel free. My first rule in here: No rank. That’s the deal I struck with the Man when they asked if I’d put my club here on the ship. So… The system needs to be loud… like… really loud. I’ve experimented with all kinds of amplifiers, acoustic baffles, synth and reverb systems… nothing just generates raw volume. So yeah, I know I cant fit three hundred in people in here. But I damn sure will fit that much music.” and he laughed out loud.

“And as far as the stickers go, naw. That’s not nothing you need to do unless you just wanna add your own touch to the place. You can go with spray paint, if you’d rather. That’s in one of those other crates.”

Mike, Bartender

She couldn’t have been more shocked if he had stripped naked and sun thru the ship screaming her name. “I don’t know about… bad ass engineer,” she laughed. “But I will do my best. May have to add some acoustical reinforcement to handle the noise without the vibration becoming an issue to connecting spaces.” She was shaking her head, looking around.

“And ummm.... not sure I would even know what to do with the spray paint.” She laughed and moved to the wall. The outlet would be the easiest. There were plenty of panels that could support an external t junction. “What all do you need the outlet for? Need to know for rating and if we should perhaps break it up along the wall versus a single outlet.” She was looking around. This was the longest and barest expanse without a plug and it troubled her to think of his grandiose plans coming down to a single source of power.

Lera
Eng

He walked behind the bar and took off his jacket and tossed it on the bar. “Jukebox. You know what that is?” he asked as he started looking in cabinets and drawers.

Mike, Bartender

She turned and looked a him as she made a couple wall marks about 10 feet apart. “No idea…” she looked embarrassed and sheepish about her ignorance.

Lera

“No worries.” he said with a grin. “Most folks dont.” and he slammed his hands on the bar and vaulted over it with the ease of many years of practice. Walking over tot the jumble of crates, he found one that was upright. In doing the latched on the sides, he swung it open. Inside was a colorful glass and plastic machine. He slowly rolled it out and gestured for her to give him a hand. They rolled it over to where he said the power outlet should be. He stood up straight and said “Jukebox. Back in the day, these held records or CD’s. You press here..” and he showed her a row of buttons with letters and numbers, “… and enter the ID of the song you want and it gets played. The only modern touches I put in this is all the ‘pages’ you flip through are holographic, and of course the library is tied to the computer onboard.” He then snapped his fingers. “Almost forgot. This space will need to be flagged for moderate power draw. There will be all our normal systems plus the holographic projectors on the stage.”

Mike, Bartender

She was impressed by his counter leap, but probably because she would have done something similar, though certainly not as cleanly. The Engineering Chief was always mad at her slipping over railings instead of walking around and leaping from the half deck around the warp core instead of coming down the small lift.

She helped him roll the jukebox over and marked where he wanted it. “So each of those,” she pointed to the pages, “was a title to a song. So if it wasn’t in there, you couldn’t hear it? Seems very limited.” She laughed. “I guess it was more of a personal device, huh?”

At his mention of holographic projectors, she nodded. “That shouldn’t be a problem. This portion of the ship is well capable of dealing with the power fluctuations. As long as it’s not a bigger draw than any other single holodeck space. Do you want the holo walls in here as well? Or simply project on to what is here?” She was trying to imagine where his holo programs would run. And what they were.

Lera
Eng


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