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Topic #4 
2nd-Jul-2009 02:31 pm
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[[Alrighty, it's time for everyone's favorite Scotsman to take his turn. We'll be falling back on the old 'Enterprise becomes sentient, plays matchmaker' routine. I'm not quite sure how this is going to work itself out, but I'll be playing both Scotty and the Enterprise herself. I suppose you can just post your as characters, interact for a couple posts, and then I'll step in and, dunno, lock you two into a supply closet or summat.]]



Ion storms. It was always ion storms.

Somehow, sub-atomic particles always managed to flit their way in to each and every situation and wreak havoc. It seemed to Scotty that every other week his beautiful ship was converging with parallel universes, mucking about in the past, and generally fucking with every law of physics.

Most of the time he could rectify the problem before it got too out of hand - sometimes the crew didn't even notice the difference.

But as Scotty stood there, slack-jawed staring at the computer console, he decided that today would be different.

Against the shiny white plasma screen blinked seven words in dark, stylistic text:

'Would you like to play a game?'

And yes, he really, really would.

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7th-Jul-2009 06:18 am (UTC)
Chekov still wasn't sure about this. He'd seen the plants in Hikaru's quarters, and they were nice, he supposed. But the whole deadly-spores and flesh-eating-acid and moving-plants stuff didn't really bode well with him. He would have been more than happy to spend the evening reading that new scientific journal on a new sub-space long-range frequency transmissions theory, but Sulu had looked so hopeful when he'd ask that Chekov just didn't have the heart to deny him.

He made his way to the gardens slowly, frowning down at his feet and clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly. The plants still gave him the creeps.
11th-Jul-2009 10:35 am (UTC)
Sulu finished his "checkups" in the primary garden, which housed the least dangerous - and least mobile - of the Terran and alien flora. It was no coincidence that he'd asked Chekov to meet him in this particular garden. He didn't expect for Chekov to share the same sheer joy he felt when taking care of plants, but it would be nice if Chekov could visit his quarters without trying to hide his flinches at his various leafy roommates.
11th-Jul-2009 10:18 pm (UTC)
To his right, yet another security screen flicked on. It displayed Lieutenant Sulu, alone in the flora sector of Science. Scotty vaguely remembered something about the man's original major back at the academy being botany.

The security feed switched to the hallway, where he could see Ensign Chekov walking towards the gardens.

Scotty sat back in his chair. This might be interesting.
13th-Jul-2009 10:25 pm (UTC)
Chekov paused outside the gardens, taking a deep breath and scolding himself. It was ridiculous to be nervous about plants, ridiculous and pathetic. Chekov rolled his eyes and opened the door, standing there for a moment and glancing around. He saw Sulu and smiled, finally stepping through the door. He walked over, glancing nervously at the plants and picking a path that was the farthest away he could manage from all the plants.

"Hello, Sulu." he greeted, giving the lieutenant a nervous grin before going back to peering at a nearby purple leafy thing that looked suspiciously poisonous.
14th-Jul-2009 11:42 am (UTC)
"Chekov," Sulu smiled back. He followed Chekov's eyes and his face lit up. "We're calling that Lilac Cotton...it produces a fibrous material similar to what the name implies, and also has properties like aloe, but seems particularly effective against the side-effects of prolonged exposure to UV radiation..." Sulu blushed. "Sorry. I'll stop now, promise."
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