Like a Holodeck, But Real

Posted on Sat Oct 1st, 2022 @ 9:44pm by Ensign Jyl-eel Tor & Petty Officer 1st Class Kotri Tesren & Petty Officer 1st Class Amber Hartree & Petty Officer 2nd Class Joselyn Brand & Crewman Mateo Longhorse
Edited on on Sun Oct 2nd, 2022 @ 11:37pm

Mission: A Camping We Will Go
Location: In orbit of Gentris IV; USS Sojourner
Timeline: Mission Day 2 at 1300

[Yeoman Pool]
[Starship Sojourner]
[1300 hours]

"You're giving me some seriously creepy Klingon vibes right now with that thing." Joselyn acidly sneered in Mateo Longhorse's direction. The man, his hair falling around bare shoulders in a tank top, smirked at her. In his hands, with its butt resting on the deck plate, was a lengthy spear. It was finely crafted and straight-running made of some kind of dense wood. Its end comprised of a multi-pronged, almost trident in miniature. "That or a boy playing with a giant's salad fork." Brand added. Mateo rolled eyes at her, stood up, and checked the balance of the tool.

"Whatever," he muttered at Brand. "This is my grandfather's fishing spear. Brought it all the way from Dorvan V before the Federation screwed us over and handed it to the Cardassians."

"This message brought to you by the Maquis Territories," Kotri added dryly, her caramel-warm face expressing a bemused smile. "Give me that." She said to Mateo, holding out her hand. Mateo offered it and the Bajoran took it. Kotri also checked its balance and then, dexterously, maneuvered it like it was a martial polearm- she turned it behind her back, spun it, and then with a whipping sound brought it to a ready stance rest. She puckered her lower lip. "Not bad." She blinked and handed it back. "We Mutta use something like this to pull drowning victims out of the river."

"That's dark," Brand said to Kotri with a blink. The Bajoran was, however, deeply fond of her D'Jarra. The Mutta caste was the ancient Dressers of the Dead. Looking at Mateo, Joselyn snorted with a shake of her head. "Barbaric." She chin jutted at the spear, "You actually plan to kill something with that?" Mateo went back to polishing it.

"I am Mateo, Slayer of Trout and Eater of Fishfry." He smirked back. "I know how to get girls. You feed them real food." Mateo swept one curtain of his brown hair off one shoulder and grinned.

"I doubt a random planet in the Delta Quadrant has trout." Brand's pale as porcelain nose wrinkled with distaste. "Also. Gross." She pushed off the console she'd been leaning against and resumed her station, putting her back to the display of her friends.

Amber Hartree's cybernetic blue eyes had flitted to and away, focusing on each of the speakers. Kotri approached Mateo and it was evident that she was enticing Mateo to let her have a stab at the fish hunting as well. She uncrossed her ankles and walked over to Brand. "So you're not going down?"

Brand's gray, unamused eyes shot to Amber's visage. "Not on your life," he said with such vehemence it was as if she were insulted by the insinuation. "Camping is for people with overdeveloped amygdalas giving the rest of their brain a wedgie." The Lunar scoffed again while her fingers danced, delicate and long in shape, activating the keys of her console.

Hartree chuckled. "Well I like camping, but..." She showed Joselyn first the tops and then the bottoms of her hands. "No callouses from dragging my knuckles here." In her peripheral vision, Mateo began to demonstrate a stalking way of walking that didn't disturb the threshold of a lake and was punctuated by a down-thrust of his spear. "Jyl-eel, back me up?"

The Valtese smiled merrily, like the antics of these Humans- and Bajoran- was a fascinating piece of sociology. The rosily plump and pleasant woman slipped off the stool she'd used to transmit data to her mentor on Valt. "Well," she said, resting a hand on Joselyn's shoulder. "This ape is going on a botanical survey and I'm trying to talk the rest of the science team into joining me. I was down on the scouting team. It's a beautiful world."

"Beautiful," Joselyn scowled, "To you M-Classers." She said pointedly. "See the rest of us who don't come from places like you, it looks like a big, open field of chaos, bugs, dirt, and..." she curdled her lips in distaste again, "Ugh, chaos."

Jyl-eel's smile broadened, "It can't be that bad. I've been to Luna. You have beautiful light gravity parks. Just like those lovely life pods around Starbase One."

Brand turned her chair some and looked, almost aghast, at the two nearby women. "Yes. Carefully genetically engineered, germinated, controlled plants that don't rely on insects to have sex with each other. Or worse, start dripping their pollen in a miasma of yellow dusty, sneezy nastiness." Joselyn's eyes twinkled in their derision. She enjoyed getting under the saddle of her M-class friends. She made a sickened, half-puking face. "Yuck."

Hartree chuckled dryly. "It's nothing like a miasma."

"It's a miasma," Brand countered with widened coyness on her pale lips. "A miasma of gross tree coitus." Again in their peripheral, Mateo was demonstrating his spear technique and then Kotri took up the spear, mirroring the motions-albeit much more with a lead foot warrior approach..

"No you're just spearing it," Mateo protested. "You're not trying to rip his liver out or something."

"But that feels stronger," Kotri countered. She looked at the three girls. "Back me up, what if it's a big fish?"

"Gross," Joselyn said, hands up in surrender. She turned back to her console.

"Maybe listen to that Lembo. He's an idiot most of the time, but I saw him spearfishing in the Siuslaw River, he seemed to be doing alright." Kotri's ridge nose twitched at that.

"Alright," Kotri said, sighing. "Show me again." Hartree looked back at Joselyn whose lower lowered extended- and she mimicked a soundless neanderthal grunt and hoot, dripping with sarcasm.

"If I wanted to go camping," Joselyn breathed. "I'd get on the Holodeck."

"So you're definitely not coming?" The cybernetic-eyed Medical Yeoman said, raising a ginger eyebrow.

Joselyn narrowed her eyes and glared back at Mateo's antics of teaching Kotri the spear. She let a pause beat as she watched the action. "Not for all the fish fry on Gentris IV."

Amber shrugged and pushed her red hair back behind the shell of her ear. "Alright. Have a good time. It's going to be a ghost town up here. Tor? Should we go get our supplies from the Quartermaster?" Jyl-eel merrily agreed with a bob of her head.

Joselyn leaned toward her screen and prettily eased some of her platinum hair back. She began to fix her clasped bun atop her head.. "Mmm, some quiet might be nice after those photonic pirates..." she said to herself, studying the data before her. As it processed, she shunted the data to the side and brought up the Holodeck. She scrolled the program choices and selected a file for her extended holodeck time. The title flashed. Waters, Sarah. Tipping the Velvet.

A Post With:

Ensign Jyl-eel Tor
Botanist

PO1 Kotri Tesren
Security

PO1 Amber Hartree
Medical Yeoman

PO2 Joselyn Brand
Yeoman

Crewman Mateo Longhorse
Cargo Deck Operations