Cmdr. Alora DeVeau - "Pie From The Sky"
Amanda Nordstrom
OOC: Permission from Promontory was granted for what I did to him. 😃
IC:
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Alora knew she was going to die some day. With her current condition, that day was likely to come sooner rather than later. When she walked into the luminous rainbow, she was quite prepared to meet her end - after all, she faced that darkness several years prior. However, as her body shimmered, it rematerialised back into itself. She was hale. She was whole. She was…
Not on the Thor.
As Alora’s eyes adjusted to the sudden shift to blindingly bright to normal, she saw that she was not alone. Two faces appeared, both familiar, but they were closer to her than she’d ever been before. Somehow, during the months since the Thor’s launch, Alora had missed every single meeting that would involve her getting close enough to have a conversation with either one of the men. In fact, the only person in the command team she’d had any interactions with was Sevantha.
Yet, there they were, each set behind a console that was so simple, it only had a single button. Above them, a light shone down, as if at any moment a voice from the heavens would speak and warn them of an impending flood that would wipe out all of the universe except those who got on a ship specifically designed to save them.
Voice-over voice (Vov): WELCOME BACK to Who’s Ready to Be an Admiral?
No. The voice came down from heaven to announce…a game show?
All she could see was immediately around her. Beyond that, darkness reigned, as if the only part of creation the invisible god had finished was their little circle of existence. Yet, in that darkness, clapping reverberated through the air. What the...
Promontory: Josh?
Blinking, Alora’s eyes settled upon the captain, a man to whom she’d never spoken directly face to face. And her first words to him were -
DeVeau: What’s going on?
Herrick: Response
Somehow, Alora had missed the fact there was a screen in front of them, hung upon a wall with ‘scoreboard’ written upon it, followed by three zeroes, and a nine-box grid. Yes…yes she was in a game show.
Alora had been in a lot of crazy situations. Was it sad that particular situation wasn’t the craziest one?
Vov: Now you all know the rules. Contestants will have three chances to answer questions right and make it to our BONUS LIGHTNING ROUND! Let’s begin!
An even brighter light beamed down from above and settled itself upon Josh, and the voice continued.
Vov: Contest number one, your first question is: ::a box on the screen transformed to present the words that were being spoken:: “What specific, mundane item did the sentient, prankster Enterprise computer materialize in the crew lounge while trying to entertain Kirk’s crew?”
Promontory: WHAT?
A loud buzzer buzzed and Alora clapped her hands to her ears in annoyance, grimacing.
Vov: I’m sorry, you cannot steal in this phase of this round. Please let Contest One respond!
Yes, it very much was a gameshow. So how had they gotten there? Lowering her hands, Alora’s eyes darted around. Had they run afoul of a Q? Or was something else at work? It definitely felt like something a Q would do.
Herrick: Response
The buzz sounded again, causing another wince to scrunch up Alora’s features briefly. Ugh, what a horrible noise.
Vov: I’m sorry, that’s incorrect. Players Two and Three, do you want to steal for half points or change the category?
Trake’s eyes shifted around until they finally settled upon the podiums and the numbers emblazoned on them. Alora’s eyes fell upon them as well, then lifted to meet the Captain’s.
Promontory: Uh…
DeVeau: Pie.
She remembered that story. Not only had it been one that a lot of the cadets in the Academy had a good guffaw over, it had been a particular favourite story of her brother, Aimé.
Vov: That is correct! Player three scores the first point!
And with that, the scoreboard changed, a 1 appearing and replacing the third zero.
Herrick/Promontory: Response
Vov: Player three, you get to choose! Pick a number - one or two?
Glancing over at the other’s, Alora hesitated. What number should she pick? Was it something akin to choosing a door? Was there a prize associated with one over the other? Of course, she didn’t want to stay there, and she knew they had to get out, but even as that thought passed through her mind, she couldn’t help but say -
DeVeau: Two?
Suddenly from the depths of that darkness, a smallish form flew through the air, and landed with a *SPLAT* on Trake’s face. For a second, all Alora could see was a light, tin foil circle before it slowly slid, crept down, and down, and down, dangled from Trake’s chin and wobbled for a moment before it fell upon his console with a thin, metallic clatter.
Herrick/Promontory: Response
Blinking, Alora realised what was going on - in a sense. They were in a game show, certainly, though why, she had no idea. The last thing that had occurred before the very strange scenario in which she found herself was that strange light filled with scattered rainbows. The next thing she knew, there she was, standing behind a podium which played host only to a single button, answering trivia questions, and now, her captain was covered in whipped cream, his features blurred, forming new mountains and peaks in the fluffy sustenance.
She stared at the man, trying to make sense of it all. Inwardly, she knew she should be annoyed. Heck, she should be scared. Or maybe she should be angry. Perhaps she should be all three of those. However, in that moment, staring at the man whose eyes peered from the puffy clouds that clung to his face, Alora couldn’t help herself.
She giggled.
Herrick/Promontory: Response
-- Commander Alora DeVeau Chief Science Officer USS Thor & Matriarch of the 15th House Betazed M239008AD0
