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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[fallaces_sunt]

"Maybe. Or maybe not. Power and motivation aren't exactly the same thing," she points out.

"Did he strike you as the kind of person who did things on whims?"

[decideformyself]

With a sideways tilt of his head, he thinks back to the conversation. "He did seem fairly cavalier when we spoke, yes." But bringing all of these people here on just a whim? Philip hadn't even considered the possibility.

[fallaces_sunt]

"Fantastic," Natasha says, dry as dry. Trickster, then. Maybe.

Because all turned out so well with Loki Odinsson.



"But...good to know."

[decideformyself]

He nods. "Knowing as little as we do now, any information we gather may be of use."

When the grass blade he's twisting suddenly tears between his hands, Philip glances down in confusion. "In any case, current attempts to gather information have been insufficient. We may need to pool our resources."

[fallaces_sunt]

"It's crossed my mind," she says, honestly.

It's not the entire truth, of course, but then that's how she rolls.

"I'm Natasha."

[decideformyself]

It didn't cross his mind for a while because he's just so used to solving everything with only Shotaro. Sure, gathering information from the others on the ship was important, but that wasn't the same.

"I'm Philip," he said with a slight nod of his head. "I am looking forward to working with you in this case."

[fallaces_sunt]

"Me, too."

[ooc: and maybe fade them there?]