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buick_riviera

Engineering - [open]

Aug 23, 2009 19:25

The classic ancient car sat, looking oddly forlorn (if one was inclined to anthropomorphizing such things) and small in the depths of the Enterprise. A behemoth in its day, it was now dwarfed both in size and technology. It had served its function, apparently, though how and exactly why were still unclear ( Read more... )

unplanned obsolescence, inanimate object roleplaying

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canadianbill August 24 2009, 09:37:52 UTC

[[IT'S SHATNOY MAGIC. I love that as an excuse for everything. :D :D :D It's even better than IT'S BILL, OKAY?

The poor Buick! I hope Scotty comes to befriend it.]]

allmhadadh August 24 2009, 15:42:05 UTC

[[OOC: He will. XD Gotta get him back on the ship, then the duty assignments, THEN he should be able to come across it.]]

buick_riviera August 24 2009, 15:44:40 UTC

[[OOC - Not in a hurry. :) Buick's not going anywhere.]]

The Buick Riviera allmhadadh August 24 2009, 18:10:39 UTC

Scotty couldn't quite sit still in his quarters; once he got done sending out requests for his assignments, he found himself right back at odds with this ship that was nothing like the ships he had studied and even adored. His quarters were nice, if not rather sparse, but he still was aching for his spot under the pier on Risa ( ... )

Re: The Buick Riviera buick_riviera August 24 2009, 20:07:45 UTC

The Buick had been feeling rather lonely. Or at least, that was the closest human equivalent. It had been a somewhat disconcerting few days, no less so because it had no idea what what happening to it or why. This new space was even less familiar than Leonard's new L.A. and everything seemed cold and foreign and incomprehensible to even the sturdiest American car.

So its response to the wondering hand, while invisible, was immediate and positive. This new person was unfamiliar, but he wasn't kicking its tires or keying its paint job and there were no canines in sight. The Buick had no objection to being touched, even if it had no say in the matter. Especially when it was done so reverently, a warm point in that vast cold space.

It no longer felt alone, and that was good.

Re: The Buick Riviera allmhadadh August 24 2009, 20:20:20 UTC

The last actual, factual car Scotty had his hands on was in London, a very limited edition Ford Mustang that was a special production built sometime in the 21st Century; a beautiful vehicle, pure mechanics, with a standard transmission and an eight-cylinder engine. He didn't know what this particular build was from, or where, but it was still recognizable as a similar breed -- something lovely and mechanical.

He carefully and gingerly paced around the car, taking it in like only a former salvage yard mechanic could. Fully appreciating that this one didn't need salvaged. There were some minor dings and dents here or there, but nothing awful ( ... )

Re: The Buick Riviera buick_riviera August 24 2009, 20:40:38 UTC

It didn't know how it had ended up here, except that it had to do with its humans, who were no longer there. And it couldn't explain that, anyway. But it reveled in the attention, sensing that it was the rapt appreciation it deserved, and when was the last time (even in the 1960's) Leonard had bothered to even really see it?

All Buick Rivieras shared the designation, of course. But when the human spoke it aloud, somehow it heard itself named for the first time, as something unique and desired. Suddenly it felt less a lost stranger and more a brave wanderer, with a purpose perhaps not yet fulfilled.

Of course, it could communicate none of this. It merely sat. But inside, it compared the feeling to being opened up for the first time on the highway, fear and exhilaration mixing like gasoline and oxygen.

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