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ten_fwd2014-07-10 03:36 pm
tanteiotaku) wrote in ten_fwd2014-07-10 03:36 pm
A Ride on the M // WIZARD, W, ALL RIDERS, ASSEMBLE! // HOLODECK MOTORCYCLE COURSE OPEN!
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]
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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She looks down at herself like it's the first time she's seen the hoodie, t-shirt, jeans she's wearing, then gestures at him with one still-pocketed hand. "You, too." There's a pause as she gives a self-conscious quirk of a smile, right before realization and color flood her face. "I mean, um--"
Her lips press together, embarrassed, and she laughs self-consciously as she looks away. "You look..." There's really no way to save it: he does look nice. He always looks nice, and it's particularly evident when he's got that abashed look on his face, standing too tall for himself, looking hopeful and shy and friendly all at once.
He's cute. It's...flustering. Which is good for Kate, and...not something Sharon can worry about, so she doesn't. "--good with that bike," she finishes, shaking her head and laughing at herself to bring him in on it, making it funny between them, instead of just a misstep for her. "Um, although, the one you have at home, that's pretty cool, too."
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He takes the amendment and runs with it, joining in on the laughter easily. Not only does he appreciate it, but he wouldn't ever leave her hanging like that. No matter how sweet she looks when she's embarrassed.
"Yeah? Thanks," he grins, rubbing the back of his neck. "If I can get Star-- uh, a friend of mine to stop offering to make improvements on it, I'll be a happier guy. It's already exactly what I need, and more than I ever had before."
He repockets his hand, panicking a little when a silence descends between them. "Uh, do you ride?"
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There's a tilt of her head to the side, face scrunching in mild uncertainty. "Does that count?"
It's not a complete lie, just a slight edit of the truth: she has ridden as a passenger before. "But it's been a while."
Shading her eyes against the false sun, she looks out over the course cut into the landscape that stretches out around them. Even knowing it's fake, she's got to admit, it's impressive. "Were you planning on racing, or just taking a ride?"
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"Sure, that counts," he says, without a hint of sarcasm. Maybe he was asking just to fill the silence, or maybe he was asking because he wanted to know if she had any interest in riding. Regardless, passenger or driver doesn't make much of a difference. "To be honest, there wasn't much of a plan in coming out here. I just saw the signs and thought..."
He takes a deep breath. "Why not?"
He can't help but step closer to her, some compulsion to shade her from the sun when he notices her discomfort. Not that he can block it out completely, but those protective instincts run deep, and often crop up without him even realizing it. "Did you, uh, have a plan?"