A Ride on the M // WIZARD, W, ALL RIDERS, ASSEMBLE! // HOLODECK MOTORCYCLE COURSE OPEN!

[tanteiotaku]

Shotaro has been quite busy in the holodeck for the last week or two, and he was usually working on something on a PADD (though his typewriter was never far behind it). He had definitely been embracing the Enterprise's tech in a big way, only occasionally needing a bit of help from Philip. But, it was a delicate dance between figuring this system out and not giving Philip enough information for him to guess what was going on. He wanted to surprise him.

Finally, he had a finished product. And what a product it was. No one could ever mistake this for any kind of real place. From the entrance, one could see Fuuto Tower, a gigantic windmill turn in the distance, and the landscape is dotted with other Earth landmarks, as well as some from other worlds and places as found in the Enterprise databases. The lava plains of Vulcan, the Great Domes of Qu'nos, the cliffs of Undalar on Bajor, and dozens of other landscapes and locations from other worlds. Overall, it was quite the undertaking for someone that had never even left his hometown before. But, as fond as he was of his town, he was sure there were others that felt similarly.

However, that didn't yet address what his purpose in all this was. A large motorcycle course, with a few subdivisions for difficulty levels. The highest level course was both long and a little treacherous, with jumps, tight turns, and obstacles that come along with no warning like falling rocks and slick spots. He did leave all the safeguards on, so injury is unlikely. The lowest level course is a short and simple banked oval.

On the day he's ready to debut it, he's posted a couple of signs, in places like the halls of the guest quarters, next to the Ten Forward doors, under the console of the other holodecks. "Motorcycle Races! Holodeck 2! 5 pm!" Short and sweet.

On arrival, people are going to find Shotaro looking quite proud of himself, and a line of motorcycles of various types and sizes and a console set up so if someone doesn't see what they prefer they can generate it. From motocross bikes, to vintage World War 2 models, your classic chopper, and some sport bikes. There was also one or two from oher worlds that sounded cool. Each was poised with helmets and gloves perched on the seats. But off to one side was a particularly interesting matched pair.

Closed to Philip
He tended to drop in on Philip unannounced. He'd even started letting himself in like he lived there. Sorry Clint. "Hey, Partner. Time for you to find out what I've been doing." He was glad he had an opportunity to surprise him. As often as they shared consciousness at home, that would make it pretty difficult. Any secret from Philip had to be a secret from Shotaro too. But since they hadn't been Double in a while, that made it easier.

[OOC: Party post! Come one, come all, even newly apped characters! Because who needs timelines? Bring a friend or harass Shotaro. Put in your subject if you're open to everyone or if you want Shotaro :|b]

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[decideformyself]

"Can it wait, Shotaro?" Philip was currently crouching in front of the replicator, peering into it as it produced cup after cup of tea. Oolong tea, Earl Grey, Darjeeling, Deka tea, whatever the computer had in its databanks.

[tanteiotaku]

Somehow he expected that kind of reaction. It really wouldn't be Philip otherwise. "No, it can't." He pulled a blindfold out of his pocket and started to wrap it around Philip's head.

[decideformyself]

"Whatever you have in store, it can't be more important than this," he insisted. He fumbled blindly for the cup of Deka tea. "This tea comes from the planet Bajor, fifty light-years away from Earth. Fifty light-years, Shotaro! That's approximately four hundred seventy trillion kilometers, and yet it's home to not only an intelligent humanoid species, but also something as familiar as tea!"

He was so busy babbling he didn't bother to resist Shotaro's blindfolding, or the attempt to lead him from the room.

everybody feel free to tag!

[morphitudinous]

Nothing attracts Billy quite as quickly as the promise of quality vehicle time. He's a little apprehensive about motorcycle racing, as he doesn't have all too much experience driving one, but it's definitely worth a look, right?

He enters, and given what Philip's told him about Shotaro...he's surprised to see the one who seems to be in charge here.

"You've finally discovered the usefulness of the holodeck?" Billy asks.

[decideformyself]

Philip is crouching beside one of the bikes Shotaro conjured up. He glances up when he hears Billy's voice.

"Hello there," he says. "I was unaware of this, myself. My partner is full of surprises."

[morphitudinous]

"I suppose the allure of riding on the open road was too much even for a technophobe to resist," Billy mused, looking out at the tracks before them.

He pauses to delicately touch a handlebar. "I can't say I blame him---the idea appeals to me too."

Re: everybody feel free to tag!

[tanteiotaku]

He shrugged a bit. "A detective needs to use all of the tools at his disposal to do his job. It had to be sooner or later." He ducked a dive-bomb by Stag Phone. "Oi, quit it." He'd set it active in case one of the people he had it keeping an eye out for appeared while he was busy. But sometimes he thought it just liked dive-bombing him for fun.

I could've sworn I hit post, sorry!

[morphitudinous]

"I'm still learning these tools too---so much potential, but it's got a learning curve."

Billy eyed the diving phone, wondering just how that worked. These guys sure seemed to love their small assistants. "Is that Fang's friend?

OTA

[stark_spangled]

When he starts seeing the fliers, he thinks they are a joke. After all, they're on a spaceship, and he can't imagine Starfleet would allow races on their ship even with what limited knowledge he has of them. That's when he notices the location.

Oh.

This will be the third time Steve has visited the holodecks. He finds them interesting, if a little difficult to figure out. He hasn't been in a while, not since Bucky showed up, but it's been a few weeks now and things are beginning to settle down. His motorcycle is parked back in DC right now, and he hasn't been able to go for his morning runs, so he's in need of something like this.

As soon as he enters the program he sees her (sans rifle). She looks just like something he had during The War.

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[from_the_outside]

There was never any question in Sharon's mind whether or not Rogers would show up for this: she's seen the pictures, heard Aunt Peggy's stories, and, besides, he's a man of action, forced to bide his time and twiddle his thumbs until whoever brought them here decides to send them back. Of course he'd jump at the chance to vent a little of his pent-up energy, to at least feel a little less trapped.

If he hadn't shown up, Sharon might actually have been a little disappointed.

"I can't tell," she says, wandering up to him, her hands in the pockets of the slim hoody she'd had the replicators make for her: it's blue and light and comfortable, the kind of thing Kate has in spades to wear around the apartment after her shifts. She tips a half-smile up at him that she lets widen, a little self-consciously, as she squints slightly in the false sunlight. Tips her head to indicate the motorcycle he's looking at. "Is this a good one?"

[stark_spangled]

There's always going to be that involuntary straightening of his spine whenever he sees her, the way he tries to smooth down a tie that isn't there and clear his throat of a frog that hasn't settled yet. He smiles lopsidedly, face turned down. It makes him look like a shy kid when he's this towering figure; bashful eyes and broad shoulders.

"It isn't a bad one," he shrugs, pocketing his hands. "Not as nice as what's back in D.C., not as fast, but it gets the job done. They were built to last."

Just another artifact from a bygone era.

He looks at Kate sidelong, still unsure of just what he should be doing with himself. "You look nice."

[decideformyself]

After that race with Shotaro, Philip has gotten the immediate need to ride out of his system. He hadn't realized just how much he'd missed it these past few weeks. Now, he's examining some of the other bikes Shotaro programmed in. They're all so interesting.

Hearing the holodeck doors slide open, he glances up. "Ah-- Steve Rogers. It has been a while."

[stark_spangled]

Steve catches sight of Philip, and offers him a polite nod in greeting.

"Philip, right?" he smiles. "Yeah, been since day one, I think. Sorry, I should have been by to say hello before now."

Steve's still not the best when it comes to being social.

OTA, but especially the radiant Aeryn Sun. ;)

[never_felt_better]

Hot damn. You know, this is every bit as cool as it was on TV. Cooler, actually. While they had prohibition San Francisco and British naval ships on TV, now they have the coolest race course John has actually ever seen. He fancies himself a bit of a gear-head, but it's been a long time since he's been out on a motorcycle. So he looks more like a kid in a candy shop, bounding from bike to bike.

He stops to look at the matched pair for a long time. That's ... an interesting design.

For Aeryn Only:
Getting Officer Sun to be as enthused about the "crude Earth vehicles" as he is has been ... a challenge. We'll stick with A Challenge, for $500, Alex. John is determined to turn her into a fan.

That's why he picks one of the more dangerous models, a 1999 Ducati 748 in canary yellow, inlaid with real leather. He spends a minute going into detail about what she can do, but wastes no time getting to the interesting part. "Have a seat. I'll show you how she handles."

[tanteiotaku]

Lingering near the twin Hardboilders was Shotaro, just glad that everything was going well. And he might be a little sore about that loss to Philip earlier. "Hey there," he waved. "What do you think?" He was, overall, pretty proud of what he had here, even if it had taken ages.

[never_felt_better]

"Howdy!" John says. He's a friendly guy, kind of like a big dog when you're not shooting at his face. "What model are these? I haven't seen anything like them before, and the 'W' isn't giving me any clues ... cool design, though."

Here is one radiant Aeryn Sun. :D?

[do_your_duty]

It's a small thing, isn't it? That's what Aeryn Sun's face reads.

That might be the politest translation of it even. But she's been here a long time now. Weeks that turned into months. The place, the means, and the options unchanging, and it all chaffs. But so does absolute boredom. Which is, she's aware, how she ended up here, watching John ramble about the archaic Earth transport.

Her eyebrows raised, drolly, looking toward the people already running the course though, before going back to him. "You want me to sit on that?"

:D! So much glee.

[never_felt_better]

"That is the point, Aeryn, yes," he says with one affirmative wag of his head. Nothing can dampen John's smile. Just try it, Peacekeeper. Give him everything you've got.

He braces the handlebars even though the kick is still extended. You know, just in case she was scared to get on it.

One slightly confused alien boy :D!

[a_quick_study]

The signs about the motorcycle races ... intrigued him. He'd heard a little about the capabilities of the holodeck here when he first arrived, though then he'd been more taken with the thought of being able to view historical events as they happened, or as they've been programmed to have happened.

(Which is not necessarily going to be the same thing, but which doesn't change the interest factor.)

But the thought of motorcycles takes him back to Earth, to Major Cater offering to teach him wormhole theory, lockpicking, and motorcycle riding.

She hasn't gotten around to it yet -- when has there ever been time for it? -- but that doesn't stop Jonas being curious enough to find the holodeck.

His eyes widen as he steps through the door.

This is really amazing, and it shows in his grin. There is so much there he just has to stop and stare, just through the door.

It's only seeing John Crichton, the scientist he'd met on his first day here, that makes him start walking again.

"John. Hi!"

Best alien boy! :D

[never_felt_better]

If he knew he was John Crichton, code name The Scientist, he would probably hug Jonas. Not John Crichton: The Human, or John Crichton: The Inferior Being, but something that actually reflects who he is.

Which could be harder to believe now than at other times, given the way he's bounding around the room like an excited Labrador puppy.

"Jonas, my man!" he beams, stopping by a gorgeous 2012 Indian Chief Classic. He's nothing but smiles for the boldly-going social scientist with the stolen book. "I am in hog heaven!"

Yes, the pun is intended.

OTA

[zerocharliexray]

Zinda's out of uniform today: she strides into the holodeck wearing a pair of black jeans, a slim-cut black t-shirt, and a black motorcycle jacket with the Blackhawk logo stenciled on the back, just under where her hair brushes the leather. She wasn't about to miss this for anything.

Walking in, her eye's caught by one bike in particular, and her face lights up like somebuddy flipped a switch and decided to call it Christmas. "Well," she says, sidling up to the bike and grinning like a kid handed a key to a chocolate factory, "ain't you the prettiest girl I've ever seen?"

[tanteiotaku]

Well, he-llo! She was certainly dressed for the occasion. She could probably feel him watching her, but he was certainly enjoying the view. The bike she stops at raises an eyebrow, but somehow it suited her. Sexy blond lady in leather on one of those American bikes just seemed right.

So he just strolled right over to her just in time to hear that comment, nudging his fedora a bit lower in the front. "Ah, did you catch a look at yourself in the mirror?"

[zerocharliexray]

"That's a line," she grins, turning to face him, without letting her hand leave the seat of the bike.

This one? This one is hers.

He's wearing an odd mishmash of clothes that jumble themselves together into something sorta stylish, she guesses, if that style relied on dressing in the dark and plopping a fedora on top of it. Lord, she misses the days of ironed button-downs, neat slacks, and trim uniforms.

But she's not one to let a compliment slide by without a smile. "You racin'?"

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[do_your_duty]

Aeryn is not avoiding John as he's gone to get an eye-gouging yellow archaic Earth transport like he was magnetized to the thing. Of course, she isn't. She's just standing there. Maybe watching the few people on those transports already riding around. They don't look as good as a prowler.









(But even standing here is better than staring at the walls in Ten Forward for another day.)

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[zerocharliexray]

"Hey!"

Aeryn might, on the off chance that she's not completely blind, notice the blonde in the leather jacket and jeans, standing up with one boot on her own bike to gain a little extra height. And in case that wasn't enough, she's waving one hand furiously, high above her head, grinning to beat the band and looking genuinely delighted to see her...well, acquaintance seems a generous term, but Zinda will take it.

"Hey, hey! Yoohoo, Aeryn!"