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Holodeck- Halloween Hoedown...Werewolves and Vampires and Ghosts - oh my (Open to all)

Posted Oct. 3, 2022, 4:01 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vanessa Slade (CNS) (Kate O'Neill)

Vanessa stood back and looked at the space. “Well second time is a charm right,” she said panning her personal communicator around the space for her mom and grandmothers to take in the view. The flyers she had put up were simple.

Hoedown in the holodeck
Come for the fun stay for the beer
Wear a costume. Snacks will be provided
Saturday the 12th from 8 to ?

She had no idea who was going to come but she hoped it was more than the clam bake. The holodeck was currently running a program turning the gray walls and floors into a large open field with a giant bonfire crackling in the middle. Surrounding the space on the west side were tall trees as if the spot was in the middle of a forest clearing. Along the east was a huge cornfield with half-dried husks clinging to the stalks appearing as noose-like shadows. To the north was a small path between a row of trees that led to a lake. Only the small dock and a hint of inky black water could be seen from where Vanessa was standing. To the south, a large mountain range with craggy peaks so high, the tips could only be seen slicing through the gray clouds that drifted in the night. Night sounds punctuated the silence between when Vanessa and her family spoke giving the space an eerie feel.

“The place looks amazing honey. Youh fathah and I almawst thought about pawpping in and saying hi but the chuhch bazaah is making us crazy,” Valerie Slade took a sip of her coffee looking at the event her daughter had planned. Now she was regretting not telling the St. Anthony’s Womens League to stuff it for a weekend.

“Oh that is so sweet but like I said it is best if you call so that you don’t get here and I am out on an away team mission.” Vanessa needed to keep her mom under control. If she and Doug showed up on Vulcan only to find her daughter was halfway across the galaxy on the Genesis, Vanessa would be requiring last rites.

“Hey, Ness wheeuh ah the apples mah sent you? You did get them on vulc’n didn’t you?” The voice of Dylan Slade came over the comm before she saw his smug expression. Dylan was one of the few Slades that knew his sister had basically slipped out the bedroom window. The darkened setting helped to hide her scowl to her brother.

“Yep they are on the table,” Vanessa’s tone was crisp and slightly irritated. Ever since Dylan found out she was not on Vulcan, he continually threw out vague nuggets placing Vanessa in sticky spots.

“Mah and Grandmah Cawnnie and Grandmah Gaht spent like a whole weekend making them and sending them to you. Is that them ovah theyah? Pan the camera.” Dylan could barely contain his joy knowing he was setting up Vanessa right now.

“Have I told you how insanely supportive and helpful you are,” Vanessa stared at him behind her mother and Grandmothers.

“Yep, I try to be,” Dylan winked a the camera with a smug grin.

It was them the senior Slades got a glimpse of Vanessa’s costume. “Nessa, ah you going as a hookah?” The disproval in her mother’s voice as clear and instantly made Vanessa feel like she was 13 instead of 30.

“No,” Vanessa squealed pulling up the top of her costume more. The guffawing by Dylan felt like it was almost echoing in the space. The soft pswshhhh of the pneumatic doors opening gave her the perfect reason to end the call. “Mah…Mah I gottah go. Love you,” she blew several kisses at the screen and stuffed the comm in her pocket. Talking to her family was the norm but it was time to socialize with real crew.

Vanessa Slade CNS


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