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celeryboy in zion_8

Crickety-cricket and other stuff [OTA]

Dec 05, 2009 13:23

As enamored as he was of space stations and the amount of endeavour required to maintain a life-supporting environment in the vast reaches of space (where only a handful of life forms were capable of surviving without any sort of augmentation), the Doctor found himself missing details one could find planet-side. Chief among those: grass. ( Read more... )

[canon] five, [oc] tiberius avon-soong

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avonsoongdroid December 6 2009, 01:29:01 UTC

After going over the various schematics and facilities available aboard the station in search of something that would help his brother and he (and possibly Data, if he could be convinced to come along) get off the station, he found the location of the virtual arena ( ... )

celeryboy December 6 2009, 04:07:05 UTC

He glanced up, offering Tiberius a vague, friendly smile before his attention turned back to the glowing screen before him.

"Ah..." He swept his fingers along the screen, casually scrolling through the virtual environments. "Considering the fact that whatever scenarios I've stumbled upon will no doubt pale in comparison to the real thing, I rather think any of the environments would be disappointing. But there is a program which claims to be representative of the Air Mines of Metabulus Five." He seemed skeptical of it.

"There seems to be a possibility to create one's own environments, within reason."

avonsoongdroid December 6 2009, 06:09:43 UTC

"Ah hah. Creating one's own environments. That might prove useful..." He grinned, rubbing his hands together and stepping up to the Doctor's side.

"So, Doctor. I once heard you were reluctant to change outfits because of an unfortunate incident involving a masquerade. I remember a number of my father's stories, but he was always reluctant to offer me details. You may not be from the same timeline, but perhaps you've shared some similar experiences..."

Despite the organic interest, the natural cadence to his voice, the way he tilted his head when he evaluated the contents of the screen had a very mechanical tick to it. His movements a little too fluid, ending just a tad too abruptly to be a normal human.

He almost had it down, though. Another two years or so or a programming augmentation and his movements would be near perfect.

celeryboy December 6 2009, 07:51:59 UTC

"I've not managed to learn all details about programming techniques, but I've already figured out how to augment currently existing environments. It shouldn't be too far of a leap to the next level of difficulty."

He paused from his scrutiny of the console, gaze lifting not to face Tiberius but to settle on a spot beyond him.

"It was a fancy-dress ball, a charity affair held in a small village on Earth, early 20th century. A requirement for attendance was to wear a costume. The host...chose the modes of dress for my companions and I."

And then his gaze focused keenly on the other man. "What's brought this line of questioning on, Tiberius?"

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