Who: Sulu, his kotatsu, and whoever joins him
What: Scrapbooking, flowerpressing, swordfighting
Where: Botany Lab gardens
Hikaru had rediscovered his
kotatsu while cleaning out storage bins and, like he often did with things rediscovered, decided to put it to some use. Setting it up in a cool part of the garden area of the botany lab, he figured he'd
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Just a quick peek wouldn't hurt, she thought to herself, walking through the door. It didn't really surprise her to find Sulu there (after all, it was common knowledge the man practically lived in the botany lab) but his table/comforter contraption wasn't something she was used to seeing. "Hello, Mr. Sulu," she greeted with a smile. "You look rather comfy right now."
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"Hello, Miss Masters!" he replied, doing his best to act like having a kotatsu in the lab was normal. "Yes, I...I am rather comfy. I would stand and greet you properly, but really, it's so comfy," he added, only half-joking. It was that comfortable. "You're welcome to have a seat, if you like."
"So what brings a you by the lab?"
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"Thank you, Mr. Sulu! After standing on my feet all day, a seat is most appreciated," she said with a grateful smile. Settling under the covers, she didn't expect the toasty heat to come from the table. "Is there a heater under here?"
Realizing that she didn't answer his question, she added, "Ah sorry. Well I just came here on impulse. I like looking at the plants here. It's a nice break from all the machinery of the ship. Not that technology is bad. It's just nice to see some green for a change. Now I'm rambling. What are you doing with all these pics and crafts?"
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"Oh, I totally understand," he replied with a sympathetic smile. "I honestly don't know how you engine room crew can stand being cooped up like that week after week!"
Idly pushing the photos around his workspace, he explained,"These are just some photos I took on shore leave. I'm just...getting them ready for my scrapbook..." Hikaru suddenly realized the kotastu wasn't the only strange thing about this scene. He brandished his scissors and grinned wryly in acknowledgment of this fact.
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"Mr. Sulu..." She called out at the door to find him with Charlene Masters at a table. It appeared they were sharing a blanket at the table too. "Oh! Is that one of those tables with a heater?" She was oddly drawn to it's convenience and well, cute-ness.
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"Oh! Hey, Mars!" He was feeling less self-conscious about the kotatsu since he wasn't the only one using it now. "It is, indeed. Would you like to join us?"
She was carrying PADDs and looked like she was on official business, but he didn't see why that should keep her from sitting with them for a spell.
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"Um, I just have some things I need you to sign off of... Did you bring this from home?" He didn't strike her as the traditional type, but this was actually quite nice. She felt like she needed a cup of hot tea to complete the situation, but she wouldn't bug her host about it.
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"Oh sure, no problem..." he said, taking the PADDs from her and reading over the material before signing it. "Actually, there wasn't enough room in my Starfleet-issue rucksack for a whole kotatsu, so I had to build the table here on the ship. You can't tell from this angle, but it looks like crap. I'm a helmsman, not a carpenter," he added with a grin, handing the PADDs back to Mars.
As he took up his cup of tea (what was time under the kotatsu without tea? or sake...), he saw Mars glancing at it and realized that perhaps his guests would like some. Grabbing a couple clean beakers that happened to be in arms' reach, he apologized for being so rude and offered to share the rest of the pot of tea with them.
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Summoning what little bit of professionalism the kotatsu hadn't taken from him, Hikaru replied: "Sir. I'm...working on a scrapbook, sir." Great, Hikaru-that's going to make things even better. Spock seemed more interested in the contraption he was occupying his time with, so he continued, at a higher pitch as his anxiety rose, "I...this...is a kotatsu...there's a heating unit under the table." To an eye as discerning as the Vulcan's, the device must be self-explanatory ( ... )
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At the answer, his brow rose a little, eyes blinking a little. Scrapbooking? Why would one partake in a hobby that required them to make scrap out of ancient texts? A look crossed his face as though he were going to say 'if you say so' before he fixed his facial reading and instead listened to the explanation of the odd table. That was indeed fascinating. He had heard about them, but never seen one before ( ... )
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"Sure, uh, help yourself, sir. Just...let me know if you need anything..." Hikaru replied, watching the Commander in the hope that this would be over soon. He had no idea what Spock thought of all this, and his own self-censure was becoming unbearable.
Fascinating...? Hikaru breathed a small sigh of relief at the word, one he knew the Vulcan wouldn't use in vain. As Spock cast his gaze over the materials on the table, Hikaru responded: "Uh, yes, sir, thank you, sir. It's just something I do from time to time...I like cutting paper and...you know...gluing it down... I guess it's an art, in a way. And it's relaxing. A relaxing way to organize my memories." I'm rambling now. I'd better stop."Would you like to sit down, sir?" He didn't expect to get an affirmative reply from the never-off-duty Spock, but he thought it would be rude ( ... )
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