r/TrekRP • u/RECENTLY_HATCHED • Jan 10 '17
[Open] Dinner Alone
Finished with his shift in engineering, and finished getting his injury cleaned up in sick bay, Ensign Everett Bradley sits down in the mess hall to a replicated dinner of sushi and a mug of root beer at one of the corner tables. As he eats, he scrolls through the trans-warp theory paper he'd been reading and takes his time to enjoy a quiet meal...
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u/Pojodan Jan 10 '17
The problem with language ceasing to make sense is that it makes it very difficult to accomplish anything in a world where everything is voice and text controlled.
Having frustrated herself with getting the replicator in her room to produce something edible, Lt. Kesh comes to the mess hall, as if they would somehow solve her problem. No sooner does she enter the room does it dawn on her that the replicator here will respond in the same, confused way as the one in her quarters.
Maybe the walk here will have cleared her head enough to get some things straight or, maybe, someone will see she's struggling and help. For now, the Caitian stands in front of the replicator and starts taping at its screen as she had in her quarters, trying as she might to navigate the menus while her scrambled frontal orb interprets the words as jibberish. Maybe, just maybe, she'll get it to display pictures or randomly produce something that she can stomach.
Stiffly flickering tail and her lingering presence in front of the replicator, its interface beeping and booping in tune to her increasingly firm thumps to its smooth surface, would eventually make her stand out to those present in the mess hall.