[BACKSIM] PNPC Lieutenant Sylvie Doucet - The Karaoke Lounge
Renée Chalfant
(( Brew Continuum, Port Observation Lounge, Deck 10, USS Chin’toka ))
Doucet: Yeah, returns for cups go right there. The turbolift is at the end of the hallway to our right. It should take us straight to Mission Pod Level B. Have you ever done karaoke before?
Dasal: What is a mission pod? No, I've never done it. Honestly I was going wing whatever you threw at me and act like I totally knew what Karaoke was.
Sylvie waited until the other doctor was back with her before walking to the door.
Dasal: So what is kari o- ke?
Doucet: Karaoke! It’s where people sing in front of others. You pick a song, get to singing, and there’s also a little display with the lyrics right behind the mic if you need it. As for your other question, mission pods are where they attach different things for different missions. In the Chin’toka’s case, that means torpedoes. Lots and lots of torpedoes.
He made the gesture of singing into a mic and Sylvie chuckled as she pushed the button to call for the turbolift. They stepped inside once it was open.
Dasal: Wait-singing!!! Really, like- is it hazing?
Doucet: No. Well, it can be but Starfleet discourages hazing so we don’t really do it here. It’s just singing and polite applause usually, unless you’re in a group that can tease each other. Computer, Mission Pod Level B.
Dasal: With some alcohol I can see that being the best thing ever!
Sylvie nodded in agreement. Alcohol would certainly soothe the savage sounds that Dasal was making in this turbolift.
Doucet: That’s why there’s a dedicated stash of alcohol and synthenol there.
Dasal: Response
The turbolift doors opened to admit them to a short hallway. It was only a few steps from there to the lounge that Sylvie was taking them to. She stepped up to open the door and made a grand gesture for Dasal to come in.
Doucet: Welcome to the karaoke lounge, Doctor Dasal.
The room was cozy with dimmed lighting. Paintings decorated the walls. A single table stood in the corner near the replicator. Between the machine and table, there was a shelf stocked full of bottles of various sizes, each containing a different liquid inside. On the opposite corner of the table, someone had installed a whole cabinet full of cartridges that looked like 8-bit track tapes from Earth’s history. One of the shelves, sitting at roughly chin height for the petite calico, contained a larger box with four buttons labeled in Federation Standard: Play, Pause, Track Change, and Eject. It sat open, waiting for someone to select a tape to play. The lone mic and its holodisplay for lyrics stood along the wall opposite of where the few chairs were.
Dasal: Response
Doucet: Yup! I have no idea who put all this together but I consider them a genius, honestly. A lot of the music is from Earth, so I assume they were humans. Some of the songs are from Vulcan and Andoria, though, and of course, the computer itself can play anything stored in the ship’s library.
Dasal: Response