Rec Room -- Day 46 (afternoon) -- Open
Zan had always liked reading about other cultures' forms of entertainment. He'd been surprised to learn that Vulcans had any, and a little disturbed by how many traditional Andorian games required some form of weaponry.
He'd been focusing his study lately on old-fashioned human board games, the kind of stuff he could experiment with without losing an eye or having to employ migraine-inducing logic. Of course, he had to improvise a bit, as the equipment wasn't readily available.
He sat at a table with a large plate of replicated chocolate biscotti, intently stacking them in a tall, intricate tower. Woe betide anyone who happened to knock it over.
He'd been focusing his study lately on old-fashioned human board games, the kind of stuff he could experiment with without losing an eye or having to employ migraine-inducing logic. Of course, he had to improvise a bit, as the equipment wasn't readily available.
He sat at a table with a large plate of replicated chocolate biscotti, intently stacking them in a tall, intricate tower. Woe betide anyone who happened to knock it over.