Deck Eleven: Holodeck Two (Volga River, circa 1930s)

[fallaces_sunt]

This is not the smartest idea she's ever had. The library is open; she could be reading, reading just about anything she'd like. She could be in the gym working the edge off her tension. Hell, she could turn this holodeck into a gym that she's familiar with. Test out her ability to actually handle the fake reality with something safe and mundane.

That would be sensible.

Instead, Natasha is sitting on a low pier on the west bank of the Volga River, her slacks rolled up to her knees as she dangles her toes in the water and very carefully monitors her unease.

It's late spring, a vague point in the 1930s. The only people are those working on the occasional cargo ship as they travel up and down the broad expanse of the river, but there are plenty of birds. Location, just south enough from Volgograd that she can't see it.

This might not be the smartest idea she's ever had, but she knows better than to actually go to her hometown. And at least she's got a copy of the complete Sherlock Holmes stories to keep her company.

[OOC: As per normal Trek holodeck set-ups, anyone can walk in as long as they don't mind entering in mid-program.

Open until I say otherwise! :-) ]

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[therighttime]

Steph nods, thinking of the medical office where she'd met Dr. Crusher. "I'd guess they could handle a lot of injuries even SHIELD would find difficult."

[fallaces_sunt]

"No doubt. But can you die in this thing? Can you lose limbs thanks to a cranky crocodile the room has conjured up?"

Natasha makes a face.

"I think that's something I'd want to know before I started asking for a simulation of a fire-fight."

[therighttime]

"Good point."

Romanoff's always full of them. And Steph appreciates the warnings, more often than not.

"...does that mean you put crocodiles in the Volga?" Steph asks, canting a glance at the woman beside her. Her small smile says she only partially thinks Natasha wouldn't do that.

[fallaces_sunt]

She snorts at that.

"You'll never find out. Unless you go swimming."

[therighttime]

"Ladies first," Steph replies with an amused grin. Obviously not referring to herself.

[fallaces_sunt]

Natasha flutters her hand.

"But you outrank me, my dear captain. Officers first, I insist."

[therighttime]

"For this? Sounds like a job for an intern."

[fallaces_sunt]

She clicks her fingers.

"That's who I forgot to bring along. Interns. Unless of course you want to go and sweet-talk one of the tiny ensigns they have running around this ship."