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2nd-Jul-2009 02:31 pm
[[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.

7th-Jul-2009 02:47 am (UTC)
Alex's mouth dropped open when the monitor flickered and all his data, all the reports became gibberish.

"Oh, no. No, no no. No, this is bad. Holy fuck, what did I do?" He was having a mini-breakdown, as countless hours of research disappeared into a garble of letters and numbers with none of it making sense.

He knew computers, knew how to fix this. He pressed buttons in sequence, tried a soft reset, a hard reboot. Nothing helped and he finally pounded the console in frustration. Why yes, he was having a tantrum.

Edited at 2009-07-07 02:47 am (UTC)
7th-Jul-2009 02:56 am (UTC)
Waiting until the poor man was nearly at his breaking point, Scotty calmly hit an override, causing the computer to return to normal. He couldn't risk pushing it too far, after all.

He scratched his neck as he thought what to do next, finally deciding to fall back on the good ole fuck-with-the-temperature routine. He switched the thermostat up a bit, grinning down at the security feed.
7th-Jul-2009 03:02 am (UTC)
The monitor flickered again and he could have wept in gratitude when the text went back into actual words. He quickly saved a few copies, one to a PADD, another sent to his quarters, a third in the lab files.

Then it was back to work, skimming old articles, compiling known data and adding new. Alex was so absorbed in the task he didn't notice the temperature creeping up until he had broken out in a full sweat and had to keep wiping his face so he could read.

He absently checked the thermo, it showed normal conditions. He wasn't sure why he was so warm but chalked it up to the console. It was getting hot, enough so that hepushed his tunic sleeves up to get some relief.
7th-Jul-2009 03:04 am (UTC)
Scotty frowned slightly and nudged up the temperature just a bit more. Those damned science technicians, so absorbed in their work...
7th-Jul-2009 03:11 am (UTC)
After another half hour, it got to the point where Alex couldn't concentrate anymore. He leaned back in his chair, flapping the collar of his tunic to try and let off some heat.

His hair was soaked with sweat and he was uncomfortably reminded of the transporter room incident. Small headshake. That couldn't be it. He rubbed his eyes, then rested his head against the back of the chair. A short nap might help.
7th-Jul-2009 03:15 am (UTC)
Finally, some sort of reaction. Scotty ran his finger down the temperature control, cranking it down to just-too-cold.
7th-Jul-2009 03:19 am (UTC)
His short nap lasted almost an hour and he blinked awake when he started shivering. The tunic sleeves were hastily rolled down and he wrapped his arms around himself, huddling for warmth, damp shirt and wet hair uncomfortably cold now that the air had cooled off.

He blew on his fingers to warm them, then saved his work and checked the temp again. It still showed normal.

"Am I going mad..? Some kind of space sickness..?" He rubbed his eyes, feeling the first dull throb of a headache threatening.
7th-Jul-2009 03:24 am (UTC)
Scotty switched the temperatures back to normal, sitting back in his chair and contemplating his next move.

[[asdihfk, running out of things to do *dies*]]
7th-Jul-2009 03:27 am (UTC)
As the room started to warm, the shivering stopped. But he pulled the damp tunic and undershirt off anyway, laying them out by the air vent so they'd dry a bit.

This was one seriously fucked up day. He sat back at the console, started typing again and yelped when a small shock ran through his system. "What the fucking fuck?!"

[There's.. shocks, turning the lights off, locking him in, blaring music, sending a live porno feed on his monitor.. lol]
7th-Jul-2009 05:27 pm (UTC)
Scotty laughed throatily, watching the lieutenant's panic. He pressed a couple buttons, increasing the voltage that would course through the panel and into the man. Not enough to injure, just enough to sting.

And for good measure he locked the door, too.

"Aaaaleeex~" he whispered into the intercom. He struggled to keep his voice neutral and, more importantly, accent-free.
7th-Jul-2009 05:31 pm (UTC)
Panic? Just a little. He yelped and shook his hand out when the next shock was stronger, then something was whispering his name. He all but jumped to his feet. "Who's there?!" An edge of nerves working into his voice.

Alex peered around corners, under desks, looking for places someone could hide, but he was alone. He grabbed his tunic and yanked it back on, then tried to open the door. It wouldn't move.

He tried the comm, but it didn't work.

And when he tried to type, he was shocked and couldn't get a message written out or sent.
7th-Jul-2009 05:52 pm (UTC)
"A ghoooost~" whispered Scotty dramatically. And, as an afterthought, added, "Boooo~"
7th-Jul-2009 06:22 pm (UTC)
He swallowed, shook his head. "Okay, this isn't funny." He tried to open the door again and yelped when there was a minor shock from the panel.

"H- Hello..? This really isn't funny.. hello?" Now he was sounding scared, and looking it as well.
8th-Jul-2009 12:09 am (UTC)
"Of course this isn't funny!" the ghost cried. "I'm dead, lad; do you think I go around crackin' jokes?"

Scotty winced - he had slipped, just a bit. Hopefully Michaels wouldn't notice.
8th-Jul-2009 12:16 am (UTC)
Alex just shook his head. "Maybe the captain was right and I am cracking up. I've been working too hard. A few too many sleepless nights, a few too many papers and studies and periodicals. Too little sleep, too much work, not enough..relaxation. That's all. I'm imagining this. I've probably fallen asleep at my station, and this is all a really weird dream."

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