Lt. Cmdr. Drex - Big plans
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Drex Drex
May 8, 2026, 3:17:29 PM (5 days ago) May 8
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((Shorefront Seafood Shack, Bokitu City, Bolarus IX))
The conversation had gradually shifted toward the organization of a murder mystery dinner. Drex had first considered the idea months earlier, seeing it as a chance to know the crew better outside the routines of duty shifts and senior staff meetings. At the time, he had still been a lieutenant, a science officer among many others on the lower decks.
Things were different now.
As First Officer, the idea still genuinely excited him, but he could not completely ignore the possibility that rank might create a distance where there had once been ease. An invitation from a fellow officer was one thing. An invitation from the XO could easily be mistaken for an order.
Still, he wanted to make it happen.
And seeing Tomas engage with the idea so naturally, building on it instead of dismissing it made the whole thing feel possible again.
Falt: That makes sense, but the story might benefit from a focal point. Perhaps an old science station, or maybe a
Drex: That might actually work better. We would not need to control everything, just ensure nobody decides to improve the experience with real weapons.
Tomas finished chewing and took a long drink of his beer.
Falt: Indeed. Let them explore, discover the body in the shuttle or whatever, and go from there. Plus, camping with a murderer loose will add to the thrill!
Drex: ::A quiet laugh escaped him as he leaned back slightly in his chair.:: You are committed to turning this into a survival exercise. ::He shook his head, though the amusement remained plainly visible.:: We could assign hidden objectives too. Not everyone would necessarily be there to solve the murder.
Falt: I think it's a great idea. We just need to make sure nothing breaks their immersion. Perhaps we need someone outside the simulation who can respond to what the group does and adapt the program accordingly. That would make it feel very real!
Drex could almost picture it already. A remote campsite, scattered clues, people wandering between suspicion and genuine uncertainty while trying to understand who among them was lying. The more Tomas added to the idea, the more the whole thing stopped sounding like a simple dinner and started becoming something far more elaborate. And honestly, far more fun.
The Denobulan rested his forearms lightly against the edge of the table.
Drex: ::A slow smile spread across his face.:: You realize this is no longer a murder mystery dinner.::A brief pause followed, amusement lingering plainly in his voice.:: It’s gonna take the whole weekend.
NT / END for Drex
The conversation had gradually shifted toward the organization of a murder mystery dinner. Drex had first considered the idea months earlier, seeing it as a chance to know the crew better outside the routines of duty shifts and senior staff meetings. At the time, he had still been a lieutenant, a science officer among many others on the lower decks.
Things were different now.
As First Officer, the idea still genuinely excited him, but he could not completely ignore the possibility that rank might create a distance where there had once been ease. An invitation from a fellow officer was one thing. An invitation from the XO could easily be mistaken for an order.
Still, he wanted to make it happen.
And seeing Tomas engage with the idea so naturally, building on it instead of dismissing it made the whole thing feel possible again.
Falt: That makes sense, but the story might benefit from a focal point. Perhaps an old science station, or maybe a
Drex: That might actually work better. We would not need to control everything, just ensure nobody decides to improve the experience with real weapons.
Tomas finished chewing and took a long drink of his beer.
Falt: Indeed. Let them explore, discover the body in the shuttle or whatever, and go from there. Plus, camping with a murderer loose will add to the thrill!
Drex: ::A quiet laugh escaped him as he leaned back slightly in his chair.:: You are committed to turning this into a survival exercise. ::He shook his head, though the amusement remained plainly visible.:: We could assign hidden objectives too. Not everyone would necessarily be there to solve the murder.
Falt: I think it's a great idea. We just need to make sure nothing breaks their immersion. Perhaps we need someone outside the simulation who can respond to what the group does and adapt the program accordingly. That would make it feel very real!
Drex could almost picture it already. A remote campsite, scattered clues, people wandering between suspicion and genuine uncertainty while trying to understand who among them was lying. The more Tomas added to the idea, the more the whole thing stopped sounding like a simple dinner and started becoming something far more elaborate. And honestly, far more fun.
The Denobulan rested his forearms lightly against the edge of the table.
Drex: ::A slow smile spread across his face.:: You realize this is no longer a murder mystery dinner.::A brief pause followed, amusement lingering plainly in his voice.:: It’s gonna take the whole weekend.
NT / END for Drex
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Lt. Commander Drex
First Officer
USS Eagle-A
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