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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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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!"
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Aeryn's shoulders may have tightened a little before her mouth firmed.
If it was meant to be a smile it was an entirely frelled up job of it. Like a wince.
Like the whole process of being here could only get worse. Except it passes in seconds.
There's a nod of her head in acknowledgement, though she really doesn't move from where she's standing.
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Plenty for Zinda to beam, sunny and unperturbed, as she steps down from the bike, and makes her way over, looking ten kinds of delighted to see the other pilot.
Even if there aren't any margaritas in sight, this time. "Ain't this somethin'? I can't wait to take one of these girls out and finally get a little speed."
She comes to a halt near the yellow bike, and gives it a scrutinizing, impressed onceover. "You gonna ride, sis?"
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It's something like a slight, but there's no true bite to it.
Aeryn doesn't look impressed. But she doesn't look annoyed either.
"John has not shut up about it since he first heard this place was around."
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Well, she does. It might not be a place or 'copter, but there's still the speed and insanity of it, the rush of air and the flow of blacktop under tires, the connection that she can't get from being in the cab of anything. Bikes are immediate, unfiltered. Zinda loves them.
"Oh, ho, now." She casts a sly glance up at Aeryn, sidelong through lashes. "Who's John?"
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Or she does. But the idea of implication makes her face screw up annoyance and rejection at the concept. Looking away before, looking back at her in a ludicrous fashion. Her face stuck in something like a disgusted wince.
Put upon, Aeryn raises a hand point to wear John is presently getting helmets, "Over there. He's from Moya, too."
And that's all there is. They were teammates. Sometimes. The end.
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"Him?"
The same appreciative glance she just raked along the row of bikes gets dragged up and down what she can see of Aeryn's shipmate, John, and it'd be a lie to say she doesn't like what she sees. This boat is just chockablock full of good-lookin' men. She makes a mental note to bring the girls here for a night out, if she ever gets a chance to land back in Gotham. "Pretty easy on the eyes, ain't he?"
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Because Aeryn is not farbotzed enough to not get the way Zinda is looking at John.
Aeryn doesn't care if the ship, the crazy god, or the microbes translated it. It's still frelled.
"He doesn't do anything to anyone's eyes." Certainly not Aeryn's. Or the Tech's. Or the rigid hold of her shoulders.
Because she doesn't care about that. She doesn't. It's not even a wise thing to consider in a team as small as theirs.