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ten_fwd2015-04-30 04:15 pm
captainproton) wrote in ten_fwd2015-04-30 04:15 pm
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In Lieu of a Honeymoon...
Tom sat cross legged on the grass----okay, maybe not. He sat cross legged on holographic grass, complete with a holographic breeze and holographic birds. What wasn't holographic was the food. Tom had a huge blanket strewn over the grass, with various bowl and containers of food, a couple different offerings of non alcoholic drinks. Tom certainly wasn't going to drink if B'Elanna couldn't. He wasn't sure how long they'd have the holodeck, and opted for a shorter scenario, with the possibility of adding in some other programs he'd created later. If no one kicked them out.
Relaxing in the grass in a blue shirt, pants and comm badge, he made a some final tweaks to the program.
"Computer, raise the temperature 2 degrees and give me a bouquet of a dozen red roses. Long stemmed." Perfect, now he just had to wait for B'Elanna to arrive.
[Locked tomultispacialklingon for plot purposes]
Relaxing in the grass in a blue shirt, pants and comm badge, he made a some final tweaks to the program.
"Computer, raise the temperature 2 degrees and give me a bouquet of a dozen red roses. Long stemmed." Perfect, now he just had to wait for B'Elanna to arrive.
[Locked to
multispacialklingon for plot purposes]
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"What do you think? Being back in the alpha quadrant?" Truthfully, Tom wanted to go back home. To Voyager. In the Delta Quadrant.