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

Posted Dec. 21, 2020, 1:59 a.m. by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Emergency Medicine/Chief of Surgery) (Sage Pennington)

Posted by Chief Petty Officer Oscar Cameron Cascarrabias Demalia (Engineer (Grouch)) in Side Sim: A Starbase Christmas Carol (Open to all, name your role and jump in, improv style)

Posted by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Emergency Medicine/Chief of Surgery) in Side Sim: A Starbase Christmas Carol (Open to all, name your role and jump in, improv style)

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)
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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 dress one of her own choosing this time Willow stood watching the people and basking in the reflection of lights twinkling 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 bumping into one or two of the gentlemen in top hats. Tipping caps with an apology, as a confederate took advantage of the distraction to devoid a 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 as in her brain the small steak of worry that as always accomlanied the dentists speech waved at her as his words 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 YET TO COME, 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

Willow nodded and smiled as Drake arrived. “Doctor Marshall, welcome. I think I’m acting as narrator right now. Dr Black well he has chosen a rather fitting role.” She looked at the Dentist.

Black was staring at the street as if something bothered him. She could swear that his expressionless skull seemed to be frowning. He glanced at Drake.

HELLO DOCTOR MARSHALL, I WILL BE THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS YET TO COME. HOWEVER… he frowned again. THAT APPLE VENDOR SHOULD NOT BE LOCATED THERE, I CAN DISTINCTLY REMEMBER HIM BEING THREE STALLS UP. THAT LOCATION IS NOT LEADING HIM TO SELL AND HE WILL CLOSE SOON…HE WAS STILL VERY MUCH ACTIVE WHEN I HAUNTED THE REAL SCROOGE. PLEASE EXCUSE ME A MOMENT.

The black figure strode off through the snow to deal with the relocation. Willow exchanged a a look with Drake. “Did he just say when he haunted the real Scrooge?”

Willow And Dr Black

“That’s what I thought he said. And I have so many questions.” Drake remarked with a smile.

“I think your surgical department is full of Scrooges, but seeing as I beat Dr Jarvis here… may I?”

-Drake Marshall

Before the Captain could reply, Oscar slouched in - well, as much as slouching is possible in an isolation suit.

“Cai told me that there was something ridiculous and untoward going on here. He was a little light on details, but the kid made it sound fun.”

He looked at the group currently assembled.

“I think he may have overstated the fun level. Is there somebody in this who’s a huge curmudgeon who doesn’t like anybody?”

– Oscar Cascarrabias

“I may yet have competition.” Drake said, one eyebrow raised at the engineer. “As long as I don’t have to be a chipper Cratchet, I’ll survive.” =/\=Computer. Generate half crown coin, Victorian era, England.=/\= “Flip for it?”

-Drake Marshall


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