Arrival [ Open]

[element_wizard]

Alec is not at all confused or surprised as to the fact that he's on a space ship 'illions ¹ of light years from where he was a moment ago. Mostly because this sort of thing happens to him on a regular basis. Half the time when he wakes up in the morning he's not sure if he's where he was when he went to sleep. It really makes waking up far more interesting than it really should be.². True to course, Alec does whatever it is he does when he's somewhere new, which is to meander around with no particular destination in mind and just try and open doors and see if there's anyone interesting to talk to. And wait for someone to yell at him that he's not supposed to be there, why the hell are you touching that, didn't you see the sign that says no entry, how did you even unlock that etc...

Because that's the best way to meet people: wander around, poke at stuff and say things like, "Hi. So, whatcha doing?" to random people.

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<sup>1. 'illions being an unknown number that probably ends in illion such as million, billion, trillion etc. ↩
2. Especially if there's someone else in the bed with him and it's not the person he went to sleep with... ↩</sup>

Normality in Space

[walfordpsychopath]

Ten Forward has had a new barkeep for a few months. Keeping mostly to himself, smiling at the customers, offering small talk, everything expected. He looks like he's enjoying it, laughing and joking, being sombre, running through all the motions.

It would take an empath to realise he's using this to cover up how he really feels, and, even then, they'd need another look. Sean wasn't really okay, but work helped. It kept him busy, kept his thoughts from rampaging, bubbling over.

The same was the case tonight, when he walks into Ten Forward, ducking behind the bar and placing a hand on the Bolian behind there. "Alright, Edrad? You can knock off, now." He remarks, grinning. He's moving around and leaning against the bar, addressing the nearest customer.

"Right. What can I get ya?"

Gametime at Yankee Stadium

[raincoatruinedit]

Holodeck 2 is currently in use, but unlocked. The program running is the Yankee Stadium, circa 2009. Empty, for now, barring a figure stood in the middle of the diamond. He's staring out into the stands, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans.

The figure is Det. Jason Walsh, New York Police Department, Second Squad, and he's feeling a tad homesick. He's been spending most of his time reading up on his new surroundings, finding out about the Enterprise and everything he can... or has access to.

Basically... being a detective.

But, sometimes, it just hits home how much he misses, well... home.

"Computer." He calls out, hearing the acknowledging beep. "Load the 4th of May, 2009. New York Yankees vs. Boston Red Sox."

"Program Ready."

He's going to turn, walking up and over to the stands.

"Execute."

A beep, and suddenly, the crowd and team phases into existence. Jason sits down, slumping in his chair. He sighs slightly, smiling.

This was home.

After-Work Relaxation

[empathic_pathfinder]

Lt. Cdr. T'Karr is exhausted. This shift was quite the quandary... There was an issue with the lateral sensors giving ghost readings, making it seem like there were Type-15 Shuttlepods everywhere. That was cleared, but now there was something he didn't really want to do; The paperwork about it.

At the moment, he was sat in Ten Forward, at a table with a Tri-D Chess Set, a mug of jestral tea and a PADD. He is concentrating more on the PADD at the moment, at least until he locks the screen, tossing it onto the table and closing his eyes with a sigh. After a moment he opens his eyes, reaching for the mug.

"Whoever thought paperwork was a good idea?" He mutters to himself, slightly bitterly, although he's not exactly complaining. He knows it's part of the job... doesn't mean he has to like it.