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Holodeck - Torturing Dr. Jarvis (Side Sim)

Posted April 26, 2020, 8:01 p.m. by Crewman Jasper Jarvis (Cardiology and Surgery) (Iain Foggarty)

Posted by Lieutenant Anastasia Darren (Chief of Psychiatry) in Holodeck - Torturing Dr. Jarvis (Side Sim)

Posted by Crewman Jasper Jarvis (Cardiology and Surgery) in Holodeck - Torturing Dr. Jarvis (Side Sim)

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As the doors swished shut behind them, she smiled innocently at Jarvis and then ordered, “computer, program Darren alpha seven.”

Instead of shifting into an outdoor area that would be more expected for a zip lining adventure, the holodeck turned into an old-fashioned bookstore, softly lit and accented by the orange and yellow glow from a crackling fire. Her beloved program had been modified just slightly. On the table where some of her favorite reading material typically was housed, a simple, wooden chessboard rested. Two comfortable chairs flanked the board and a clock sat in its place next to it. Her gaze fell soundly on Jarvis, silently studying how he reacted to the change of plans.

Darren, CoP

Jasper surveyed the room as it popped into existence around him. While it certainly was not what he had been expecting, he gave no outward indication of surprise. However, internally his mind kicked into gear as he quickly analysed the psychology behind the change of venue. Had the counsellor indeed done as he had suggested and ‘chickened out’? If so, it spoke volumes about her own condition and he’d not even needed to suggest that they switch the holodecks safeties off. His eyes fell upon the chessboard that sat atop the table. An alternate theory promptly springing to mind. He had mentioned to Darren that he enjoyed the occasional game of chess and even going as far as to suggest that they play one another at some point. Had this been her intention ever since she had agreed to accompany him ‘ziplining’? Her intention from the off being to try and wrongfoot him and see how he reacted? While he intended to find out, he had no intention of coming straight at her with the question.

Ana remained silent as Jarvis processed the change in plans. She began to make her way to the table, studying the precisely set up chess board to ensure that it was accurate. She hadn’t had time to test the program thoroughly before making the modification to it. She couldn’t resist the urge once she was there to gentle tweak the positioning of one of the white rooks, ensuring that it was precisely lined up in the middle of the relevant square.

Ignoring Darren for now, Dr Jarvis casually walked through the old-fashioned bookstore, his beady eyes surveying the shelves through his thin spectacles. Eventually, he stopped and plucked an old tome from the shelves. Absentmindedly he thumbed through the pages of a random medical text; the theories held within its pages now obsolete. Without glancing up to look at his companion, Jarvis offhandedly asked, “is this a place from your memory, or simply a construct of the imagination?”

Dr J. Jarvis M.D.

The bookstore offered a variety of titles that were stocked in an orderly fashion, showcasing relevant reading material through the current times, although they were all in the form of old-fashioned paper books. There seemed to be a particularly deep romance section, but other genres were well-represented as well, including the non-fiction (but somewhat outdated depending on the tome selected) he had stumbled into.

The question broke Ana’s own reverie and she startled slightly, having momentarily forgotten about the other doctor’s presence. As she considered his question, confusion crossed her face. She’d intended to play chess with her opponent, not have him pick apart her program. She felt ire rising inside of her in protection of her safe haven, but closed her eyes briefly to force it aside. “White or black?” she finally responded, pointedly ignoring his question.

Darren, CoP

It was only when asked the question that Dr Jarvis paid Darren any heed, although he still did not bother to look up at her. “Did you know that in the earliest chess writings, the colours of the sides were often termed red and black, as those were the most common inks available when drawing the diagrams?” Closing the book over, he sat it back on the shelf. However, instead of turning to acknowledge her, he wandered further into the book store. “So, a construct of the imagination it is then, at least in part,” he muttered, more to himself than to the Counsellor, “many of these texts are modern publications.” He picked another off the shelf. “Quite the romantic, aren’t you. Tell me, do you squirrel yourself away in here and read one of these heart-throbbing tales when your latest date ends in disaster? Delve into the pages of a fantasy where things work out right and wonder why they never do for you?”

Dr J. Jarvis M.D


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