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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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8th-Jul-2009 12:44 am (UTC)
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Emily paused to take her boots off before continuing down the stairs barefoot. "How many floors are there anyway? 80?"

She really never bothered to count before.
8th-Jul-2009 12:52 am (UTC)
"There are twenty-five decks," Scotty replied automatically, "spanning roughly 105,000 square meters."

He stroked the console fondly, murmuring softly, "and every inch of her is beautiful."
8th-Jul-2009 01:01 am (UTC)
Emily just knew he was stroking the console.

"Feels like 80," She muttered as she turned to go down another short flight. "Which floor are you on, again?"
11th-Jul-2009 10:13 pm (UTC)
"I'm on deck twenty; but lass, how long have you been on board? You really should know these things." He sat back and grinned at the screen.
11th-Jul-2009 10:22 pm (UTC)
"You're the engineer, not me." Emily pointed out, pouting slightly. "Ask me how many bones are in an Andorian hand compared to a humans or just how many things the Captain is allergic to..."

She stopped at deck 20 to put her boots back on before leaving the stairway.
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