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A beating heart of stone | A new arrival
Who: Devin Parker
What: New arrival! He's not enjoying himself.
When: Start of the month, amid the giant vole infestation problems
Where: Promenade, Operations module, and wherever voles congregate
Warnings: None, will add as needed.
A. A New Arrival
What in the nine hells is this?
Devin was not entirely unaccustomed to being yanked around by gods, but this was… new. A moment ago, he had been standing in the private room of his club, and now he stood in the middle of the promenade. For a long stretch, Devin stood very still as he assessed his surroundings. No immediate danger he could see or hear or otherwise sense; it appeared much like a futuristic town square, of sorts. A hub of activity, or what should be a hub. There were some people, but hardly the number he'd expect for a place of this size.
His attire was completely different, if reasonably practical. The tablet in his hand was not like ones he knew, but it was comprehensible from a usage standpoint. If this whole thing was a trap, it was a highly unusual one.
Cautiously, Devin walked until he could find a place to sit, and opted to begin with the tablet. This, at least, provided an answer to his arrival, albeit in a much less ostentatious format. He had not yet met the entity named Q, but Devin resolved to treat him with the same amount of respect as he did any other god, which is to say: very little.
"Bloody hell," he muttered, and kept reading and watching people go by.
B. Operations
It quickly became obvious that what people there were on this bizarre station were occupied and overwhelmed by enormous alien rodents.
All things considered, this was not the worst introduction to a place Devin had ever had. He found his way to the Operations module, since that was apparently his assigned duty (he could think of worse occupations, too), and spent a long while carefully familiarizing himself with the computer interfaces and capabilities of the station. Giant voles very likely were not the biggest problem they'd face, and Devin would rather be prepared.
Suffice it to say he will remain engrossed, if extremely attentive to his surroundings while he studies.
C. Giant Rats
Phasers were vastly different from the firearms Devin was accustomed to, but his skills with guns still came into play. If it looked like he was channeling his confusion and agitation with this situation into learning how to expertly use the phasers and killing voles, at least it was a useful redirection. Feel free to join him.
Still, it was an inefficient methodology, so at one point he took the risk of fiddling with the settings on the phaser. "There's got to be a way to make these damned things wide-beamed," Devin grumbled, consulting the information on the computer screen next the the bench he'd temporarily claimed. Surely someone had tried this before.
What: New arrival! He's not enjoying himself.
When: Start of the month, amid the giant vole infestation problems
Where: Promenade, Operations module, and wherever voles congregate
Warnings: None, will add as needed.
A. A New Arrival
What in the nine hells is this?
Devin was not entirely unaccustomed to being yanked around by gods, but this was… new. A moment ago, he had been standing in the private room of his club, and now he stood in the middle of the promenade. For a long stretch, Devin stood very still as he assessed his surroundings. No immediate danger he could see or hear or otherwise sense; it appeared much like a futuristic town square, of sorts. A hub of activity, or what should be a hub. There were some people, but hardly the number he'd expect for a place of this size.
His attire was completely different, if reasonably practical. The tablet in his hand was not like ones he knew, but it was comprehensible from a usage standpoint. If this whole thing was a trap, it was a highly unusual one.
Cautiously, Devin walked until he could find a place to sit, and opted to begin with the tablet. This, at least, provided an answer to his arrival, albeit in a much less ostentatious format. He had not yet met the entity named Q, but Devin resolved to treat him with the same amount of respect as he did any other god, which is to say: very little.
"Bloody hell," he muttered, and kept reading and watching people go by.
B. Operations
It quickly became obvious that what people there were on this bizarre station were occupied and overwhelmed by enormous alien rodents.
All things considered, this was not the worst introduction to a place Devin had ever had. He found his way to the Operations module, since that was apparently his assigned duty (he could think of worse occupations, too), and spent a long while carefully familiarizing himself with the computer interfaces and capabilities of the station. Giant voles very likely were not the biggest problem they'd face, and Devin would rather be prepared.
Suffice it to say he will remain engrossed, if extremely attentive to his surroundings while he studies.
C. Giant Rats
Phasers were vastly different from the firearms Devin was accustomed to, but his skills with guns still came into play. If it looked like he was channeling his confusion and agitation with this situation into learning how to expertly use the phasers and killing voles, at least it was a useful redirection. Feel free to join him.
Still, it was an inefficient methodology, so at one point he took the risk of fiddling with the settings on the phaser. "There's got to be a way to make these damned things wide-beamed," Devin grumbled, consulting the information on the computer screen next the the bench he'd temporarily claimed. Surely someone had tried this before.
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Valdis placed her hand on another surface, noting the genuine feel of the console just like Devin. It would be far too easy to become lost in such hallucinations, they were so real. Technology such as this could be dangerous if it got out of hand.
"If you are around something enough, and bend it to your will for enough time, do you really respect it, or do you just assume it is on your side?"
Perhaps an odd question, but his wondering was just as odd, if not philosophical.
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He wandered closer to the core, stepping around projected voles that were beginning to grow sluggish. "But sometimes, being around something for a very long time educates you in just how dangerous or complex it can be. Physics doesn't take sides, and acclimation doesn't preclude respect."
If people lived on small ships their whole lives, and not on stations as grand as this one or starships like the one holding nearby, Devin imagined there were certain things you simply did not skip just because you were used to it. You don't skip checking seals and supplies and fuel when a hard vacuum is mere inches away. It wasn't so different from how he lived his life, close to the edge at all times. "I suppose we won't know unless the previous residents return," he added, a bit wryly, and prodded one of the voles that had flopped over by his feet. "This seems to be working."
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She shook her head, feigning deep distraction by her own thoughts, though she was greatly aware of the rest of Devin's comments, as well as the one about the Vole.
"Do you hear a heartbeat?" Did these holograms even have heartbeats, "I guess a better question is if it is alive or not. I can raise the potency if needed."
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"Computer, estimate the number of dead and sedated Cardassian voles in the engineering section," the vampire said after a moment to formulate the verbal request.
"Eighty-one percent dead, eighteen percent sedated. Sedated life signs indicate no chance of survival if current gas levels are maintained," the computer dutifully replied.
"And the remaining two percent?"
"Two percent departed the section before the sedative could take full effect."
He turned to Valdis, raising an eyebrow in inquiry. "Well, that's a decent success rate. Perhaps just a fractional increase in anesthizine levels would be sufficient if we really want to be sure."
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"Decent enough. If we can get the parameters correct in real life and manage to spread it systematically through the station." She replied, "Then, of course, we have to go collect all the corpses."
Sounded like a good task to delegate to someone else.