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Holodeck Side Sim - Reia's Birthday Party - All Welcome and Encouraged

Posted June 16, 2021, 12:02 p.m. by Ensign Kesh (Engineer) (Daniel Bupp)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dagen Thor (CE) in Holodeck Side Sim - Reia’s Birthday Party - All Welcome and Encouraged

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reia Shandy (C Intelligence -Comm Officer) in Holodeck Side Sim - Reia’s Birthday Party - All Welcome and Encouraged

Posted by Ensign Kesh (Engineer) in Holodeck Side Sim - Reia’s Birthday Party - All Welcome and Encouraged
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OOC: This is an open sim to celebrate Reia’s birthday on June 7th. Anyone is welcome to join in. Hopefully it will be fun. The setting is England in a London park around the turn of the century 1900.
IC:

Previously, a note had been left for Reia by Dagen saying, ’17:30 .. will pick you up for your birthday to the holodeck. Just bring yourself’

Later ..

The buzzer chimed at Reia’s quarters just short of 17:30hrs.

When answered Seraph was there, one of Dagen’s engineers, the female Vulcan nicknamed ‘Angel’. She had a small box in hand that was wrapped with a bow around it. “Lieutenant,” she said. “I bid you an agreeable birthday. Your husband has asked me to convey you to the holodeck where he is awaiting you. He indicated something about .. finishing touches. He also asked me to give you this.” She held out the box for Reia.

Dagen/Angel

It had been one of those days for Reia so the thought of Dagen remembering her Birthday and wanting to celebrate it was incredibly sweet to her. It was also something she was not used to so she wasn’t exactly certain how to behave or, even how to dress. As usual, when she got home from her shift, she couldn’t wait to take off her uniform and all of it’s underpinnings so, she had slipped into a summer dress and sandals after reading the note.

She was surprised to see Seraph at the door but, again, the explanation was sweet to her.

“Do I open this now?” she asked with a big smile.

  • Reia

“Is that not customary?” Seraph replied, one brow rising a little. That appeared to cover up an almost imperceptible sense of discomfort, explained a moment later. “I was not given instruction to pass on to you. However ..” a pause ..”logic would suggest that this was not the time for .. delayed gratification.”
- Seraph

Reia motioned Seraph into her quarters and say down.

“Alright, well, we’re going to be here a minute or two then.”

Seraph entered, the door sliding shut with a soft swish. She took up a relaxed pose, tipping her head to one side in relative curiosity.

Reia was giddy yet tired. Her career was going interesting new places and she had been putting in a lot of overtime and studying almost more than she had in the academy.

Examining the box she realized that the box was small but heavier than in ought to be.

“Hmmm. Does your boss have you carrying around bits of Dwarf Star Alloy?” she asked as a joke.

“If one was to examine your husbands drawers …” she paused there, then corrected herself …” at his desk one would discover a great assortment of things. He has said that he has ‘raised the bar’ on junk drawers. Anything may be found there I suspect.”

It was probably a bad joke and Reia just opened the present. A few seconds later she pulled out a large brass key. It was an ancient looking thing like something that might open a treasure chest or something equally as anachronistic.

“Hmmm… Um… Okay. Well I did say I liked puzzles. Is this the part where we go to the holodeck now?” She asked.

  • Reia

“I have found males in particular to be puzzling creatures. To provide further puzzles appears to be in character,” Seraph replied. “I am ready when you are. You appear fatigued. Should I inform Commander Thor to reschedule it for a more appropriate time?”
- Seraph

Reia picked up the key and jumped to her feet.

“Oh don’t you dare!” she said with a laugh, “I’ve been doing a lot of extra work but I have a feeling this is just what I need. So let’s go.”

  • Reia

Angel dipped her head in a simple economical motion of affirmation. “The .. costumes will be provided on arrival, or so I am told,” she explained. “I have often thought that ‘dressing up’ in simulations was an unnecessary effort. I have done a small analysis of this and my examinations has led me to think that one of the foundational causes of this is the earth holiday of Halloween. While this typically is focused upon children there is a growing number of adults seeking to dress up. The holodeck, by extension, allows a continuation of this fantasy to be what one is not. I fail to see the logic, however I have noted an increase in personal morale after engaging in such an event.”

It did not take them long to get to the holodeck in particular. Upon entering the scene became that of a well tended park. Flagstone paths wove about a large garden where bees buzzed and hummed in the air. Parkland of green grass spread out to the other portion of the park. It itself was tree lined with a stone and iron fence beyond. Through a gate one saw a horse drawn carriage clopping by. Scents of flowers mixed with wood fires mixed with coal fires and freshly baked bread wafted through the air. Other persons, alone or couples or families strode about the park, children running about in relative orbit of their parents. The dress was certain period with the men in dark suits, top or bowler hat and umbrella .. the women more ‘assorted’ with colorful voluminous dresses and unique hats on each.

To one side Bat stood; even in this period suit he looked like he was going to pop out of it, his bowler hat seemingly too small for his head. “Ladies,” he said, “Just down the path there is an area set up. Oh, and Happy Birthday Reia.”

The ‘just beyond’ was a clearing. Tables were set up with various foodstuffs that were more picnic style than formal with a rather large sampling of sweets there. Opposite that was a rack with a selection of kites of various shapes and sizes. Just farther along there was what looked to be a ‘horseshoe’ pit. A small ‘group’ of four were playing a variety of instruments of faintly recognizable music but it was not loud and totally background.
- Dagen

OOC: Circa 1900 English park .. everyone feel free to join in and enjoy a picnic and fun, oh, and Reia’s birthday.

From the moment Reia had stepped in to the holodeck, she was entranced by the scene. She didn’t know when Dagen had the opportunity to put it all together but he had certainly outdone himself or, perhaps, the whole staff had helped him. Being the boss did have it’s perks after all. The bees, the flowers, even the children, it was all quite lovely. She heard the music as a beautiful undertone to the whole event. The smell of food reminded her that she hadn’t eaten in quite some times and the spread of food that had been laid out would certainly fix that.

She managed to slip into one of the voluminous dresses but decided to keep her own sandals and simply tied her hair back in a scarf because the mink hats, though lovely, seemed cumbersome to her.

Making her way back to the food table, she caught sight of Kesh.

“Oh, you simply must fly a kite, rrrrnth, they are positively a delight.”

The vocal tone and slur alone made identifying Ensign Kesh all too easy. Additionally, while the holodeck may have some variety in the holographic guests so that those of the crew that did not look like 18th century Englishmen would not be terribly out of place, there likely were not other cat-people visible. However, the felinoid wore not the volumpuous dresses of the women, but rather the breeches with a shirt, cravat, waistcoat and frock coat of the men, colored to match her usual uniform of black and gold., complete with simplified starfleet logo at the appropriate location on her shoulder. She wore no wig or hat, and had bare footpaws like usual when on duty, but the colorscheme matched well enough to not clash.

An animated bow came just as soon as eyes were upon her, “Kesh Colonist the First at your service. Oh! Rrrrnth, and happy birthday, Reia.” A long, friendly blink of bright golden eyes paired with a brisk quiver of whiskers to further express delight at being here.

->Kesh, Engineering.

“Oh thank you for the birthday wishes and may I say, you look adorable. Come come, let’s eat. I’m sure we’ll get to kites soon. Where is that wonderful husband of mine?” she asked Bat and Angel.

  • Reia

Angel’s eyes scanned the scene. She was gowned in a deep violet dress with white accents and modestly plunging neckline that her long dark hair only partially camouflaged. She had a small decorative umbrella in hand which she used as a pointer, gesturing toward the horseshoe pit. “The last I saw your husband he was casting what he called a horseshoe at that spike in the ground. By his general aim I would estimate his skill there was poor. He explained that they were used to ‘shoe’ a horse’s hooves. He couldn’t explain the logic behind why one would throw them about rather than use them where they were made to be. Perhaps you know more about this .. game?”

Bat only shrugged. “The Chief has a way of appearing and disappearing in this park. He has a bowler hat on but it doesn’t do anything better for his hair, unfortunately. Trill would be much more handsome if they were more like us Bolians.” He grinned and removed his hat, rubbing his balled pate.

The table was furnished with, alas, small plates meaning many trips for one hungry. Apart from the abundance of desserts there were many traditional ‘picnic’ fares that were not specifically England circa 1900, but included such things as fried chicken, Risan braised beef on a bun, spicy looking beans and many more. There was even a bowl of gagh there. One dessert item that Angel was looking at was a square, thick wafer that was apparently Vulcan; the closest earth similarity would be baklava. There were several missing from that. Angel’s eyes went up. “Bat beat us to it, apparently.”
- Dagen

Angel and Bat were not familiar to Kesh yet, so they both received a long look from bright golden felid eyes in quiet consideration. Neither seemed to take any notice of her, so she doesn’t rush attempt to break the ice. Besides, this was Reia’s day in the starlight, so she deserved the focus for now.

Reia’s response draws a long, firm blink of those bright gold eyes, as whiskers fan out into a stiff cloud of thin strands, tremoring in a delighted fashion while a short burst of vibrated breath sounds this Caitian’s form of purring in appreciation of the compliment. “Awrr, certainly, the food looks divine!” A previously unnoticed cane is hoisted up and twirled before planting at the felinoid’s footpaws as she begins to stride toward the table, acting with a limp so as to explain the cane, though this seems purely out of keeping to the character she’s crafted for this setting.

->Kesh, Engineering.


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