Ensign Imril - No Donkey Here
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Chris Taylor
Dec 30, 2024, 4:48:05 PM12/30/24
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((USS Artemis, deck 2,Holodeck 1))
The Lieutenant smiled with open arms, waving Imril into the holodeck.
Silveira: It will be, once I finish it. I admit I got excited and lost time playing some of them. Eventually I will build the walls, arrange the games and then everyone can use them. ::Vitor raised an inquisitive eyebrow:: Have you ever seen something like this?
Imril: Yeah. I played on some machines like these in a hotel in Las Vegas. No idea if they were reproductions or genuine antiques. There weren’t nearly as many as you’ve set up here, though. So if they were vintage, maybe that’s all of the real deal they could get their hands on.
The Ensign circled a small collection of sit-down cabinets, built for two chairs to a machine, as they talked. Showing particular amusement with the one that featured a collapsing building under siege by a big, brown simionoid. On the demo screen, a little man in red and blue was doing what he could to prevent further catastrophe. A high score flashed above a pink-dressed woman who appeared content to stand by and watch the chaos from atop the fray.
Imril: Before that -- what made me notice those games at all -- somebody in one of my history classes at the Academy did a presentation on the Video Game Crash of 1983. It was in the context of North American capitalism, but really I think he was just trying to scramble an excuse for getting caught playing a tribble-hunting game on his padd in class.
Siveira nodded, amused.
Silveira: I see you are a person of culture. ::Vitor raised his hand to Imril.:: And please, we are off duty, call me Vitor or Sil. I am a strong believer of informality. ::He winked.:: It's a pleasure to meet you.
Imril: Thanks. You to, Vitor.
Imril couldn't help looking at their padd for a quick look at the lunch break timer. To find out to the minute how long they had until it was back to Lieutenant Silveira.
Vitor tipped his head, grinning a grin that seemed to be well-accustomed to being on his face.
Silveira: By the way, do you mind if I call you Ril? I have this nasty habit of taking informality a little too far.
Imril: I’d rather just keep to Imril, if it’s alright. ::Looking around once more:: Do you mind if I make a suggestion for an addition? If it doesn't go against your theme here, that is? There were some other rigs in that Vegas game collection that I ended up really liking and ended up spending more time on than the video games. ::turning back to Vitor with a smile:: Pinball machines!
Silveira: response.
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Ensign Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12
The Lieutenant smiled with open arms, waving Imril into the holodeck.
Silveira: It will be, once I finish it. I admit I got excited and lost time playing some of them. Eventually I will build the walls, arrange the games and then everyone can use them. ::Vitor raised an inquisitive eyebrow:: Have you ever seen something like this?
Imril: Yeah. I played on some machines like these in a hotel in Las Vegas. No idea if they were reproductions or genuine antiques. There weren’t nearly as many as you’ve set up here, though. So if they were vintage, maybe that’s all of the real deal they could get their hands on.
The Ensign circled a small collection of sit-down cabinets, built for two chairs to a machine, as they talked. Showing particular amusement with the one that featured a collapsing building under siege by a big, brown simionoid. On the demo screen, a little man in red and blue was doing what he could to prevent further catastrophe. A high score flashed above a pink-dressed woman who appeared content to stand by and watch the chaos from atop the fray.
Imril: Before that -- what made me notice those games at all -- somebody in one of my history classes at the Academy did a presentation on the Video Game Crash of 1983. It was in the context of North American capitalism, but really I think he was just trying to scramble an excuse for getting caught playing a tribble-hunting game on his padd in class.
Siveira nodded, amused.
Silveira: I see you are a person of culture. ::Vitor raised his hand to Imril.:: And please, we are off duty, call me Vitor or Sil. I am a strong believer of informality. ::He winked.:: It's a pleasure to meet you.
Imril: Thanks. You to, Vitor.
Imril couldn't help looking at their padd for a quick look at the lunch break timer. To find out to the minute how long they had until it was back to Lieutenant Silveira.
Vitor tipped his head, grinning a grin that seemed to be well-accustomed to being on his face.
Silveira: By the way, do you mind if I call you Ril? I have this nasty habit of taking informality a little too far.
Imril: I’d rather just keep to Imril, if it’s alright. ::Looking around once more:: Do you mind if I make a suggestion for an addition? If it doesn't go against your theme here, that is? There were some other rigs in that Vegas game collection that I ended up really liking and ended up spending more time on than the video games. ::turning back to Vitor with a smile:: Pinball machines!
Silveira: response.
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Ensign Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12
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