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Side Sim: A Starbase Christmas Carol (Open to all, name your role and jump in, improv style)

Posted Dec. 18, 2020, 4:43 p.m. by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Emergency Medicine/Chief of Surgery) (Sage Pennington)

Posted by Captain Willow Taylor (Commanding Officer) in Side Sim: A Starbase Christmas Carol (Open to all, name your role and jump in, improv style)
Marley was dead to begin with. Or at least that’s how the story goes and amid the swirl of street life in the perfect replication of Victorian London it was both difficult and easy to see why such a man could have prospered in life and become such a haunted individual in the afterlife as the current audience member knew he would. But that was for much later.

Her dressmone of her own choosing this time Willow stood watching the people and basking in the reflection of lights twinkle in the shops. The slush stained her heeled boots and the light swirling snow dusted her hair and hat. Happy groups passed by; brightly costumed carolers and families calling out to one another and laughter as they sang an old old song “Joy to the World”

Adults passing smiled and talked to children, coins passed between others. The scene was a perfect holo recreation, like that from an ancient Christmas card, brightly lit and white…up to a point. A point where the darker clothed, or else scantily clad individuals could be seen hiding in alleyways, running around amounts the crowd and buying one r two of the gentlemen in top hats, tipping caps with an apology as a confederate took advantage of the distraction to devoid his money purse of some contents.

The point where the slush and windows began to darken and turn to grey and no passers by ventured. The part of the street that led to the counting house, owned by partners Marley and Scrooge. At least according to the faded sign hanging above the door.

It was the time of year that old earth tradition celebrated once as Christmas. Centuries after the book had been published. But she did like to visit versions of it from time to time. It had been her favorite book for year’s even before it was required reading at he Academy. The story showed not only the worst excesses of human greed and cruelty, but also the ability for change. Hope in the spirit of transformation.

She turned back to the window and let out a small shriek of alarm as the reflection she saw was not of her alone. Instead the towering seven foot skeletal figure of Dr Black grinned at her calusingnher to spin and clutch her heart,

”Doctor Black!” she exclaimed as her pulse thundered. What are you doing here sounded harsh instead she said ”You gave me a fight.”

The man, was he a man…she was never sure, hung his head sadly.

I APOLOGISE CAPTAIN, NOT MY INTENTION I SAW THE OPEN INVITATION AND THOUGHT I WOULD JOIN IN?

She noticed then he was not wearing his tunic but rather just his black billowing robes.

”Of course…who are you taking the role of?” he asked a her brain. The small steak of worry that as always the speech had appeared in her head without the leave of her ears.

He tilted his skull and grinned, unable to do much else. I WILL BE THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST, OF COURSE.

Willow raised her eyebrows as she also noticed for the first time his ornate scythe. ”Of course.” she said faintly.

Willow and Dr Black

Drake wandered in. He took a moment to appreciate the cold air and the snow. “Hello Captain Taylor.” He greeted the Captain. Slightly unnerved, he greeted the dentist “Good evening Dr Black.”

“Who is who? Though I have a guess as to what Dr Black will be doing.”

-Drake Marshall


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