Warrant Officer Nethali has signed up for a slot in the holodeck hobbies expose...with one hitch. Attendees have been told to report to the Outpost's mess hall!
Upon arrival, one would find the kitchens in the usual hustle and bustle. Lost-looking officers are flagged down by a harangued looking ensign, handed a bucket, and told to report to the Hydroponics bay.
(( BEGIN YOUR ADVENTURE. ))
"Hey... hey, wait!" Edgar exclaimed after the fleeing ensign, to no avail. He eyed his bucket with dismay. Hydroponics? Really? Sighing, he talked to no one in particular as he started towards the exit. "Well, I already cleared my schedule for this. May as well see it through."
As he exited the mess hall, Edgar flung the bucket carelessly over one shoulder and winced as it rounded and thwacked himself soundly with a clank. Grumble.
((Yes. I made up an NPC just to participate, cause Kat totally wouldn't be into cooking.))
As he exited the mess hall, Edgar flung the bucket carelessly over one shoulder and winced as it rounded and thwacked himself soundly with a clank. Grumble.
((Yes. I made up an NPC just to participate, cause Kat totally wouldn't be into cooking.))
(( Waiting on at least one more~ an' callin' FABIAN and OLIVER out! Nethali extended personal invites! Feel her wrath if you miiisss iiiit!))
Fabian steps off the turbolift and just as he rounds the corner a young ensign almost bowls him right over. As he runs for the turbolift the ensign turns and says, "I am sorry sir! But she is crazy!" Raising an eyebrow, Fabian can't decide whether to laugh or reprimand the ensign. In the end he merely says "Carry on." and walks on.
He walks into the mess hall, he finds a bucket with his name next to it, along with a note saying to report to the hydroponics bay. Fabian picks up the bucket as he turns to head back to the bay he says to himself, "Well if nothing else, this will be interesting." He swings the bucket in his hand and heads out the door.
He walks into the mess hall, he finds a bucket with his name next to it, along with a note saying to report to the hydroponics bay. Fabian picks up the bucket as he turns to head back to the bay he says to himself, "Well if nothing else, this will be interesting." He swings the bucket in his hand and heads out the door.
Oliver steps out out the turbolift, glancing about, taking a sip out of his morning coffee. Was it still morning? He hadn't really been paying attention. Oh, wow. Who'd have thought Neth would have been able to field this many volunteers? She's not the most polite person in the universe. Not even close. In fact, if you could take the most polite person in the universe, and invert all of their qualities in every possible way, you'd probably have Nethali.
The exhausted-looking ensign attempts to hand him a bucket, but he shakes his head, laughing. "Oh, I'm not here to help. I'm just here to watch you all suffer."
The exhausted-looking ensign attempts to hand him a bucket, but he shakes his head, laughing. "Oh, I'm not here to help. I'm just here to watch you all suffer."
| The Hydroponics Bay ((Here are some pictures of a few real life hydroponics gardens to provide some mood!~))  The hydroponics bay, located in a converted storage bay on the habitat ring, is currently devoid of sentient life; stark contrast to the bustle of the kitchens and the permanent speed-walk rush of junior officers in the halls. There's a hush here- not unlike that of a library or a temple- that pervades and dampens the loudness of the outside world. |  |
 | Row and rows upon rows of different hydroponics contraptions, some towering, some built into the floor itself, hold innumerable species of edible plants- some indubitably recognizable, others completely foreign. |
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The setting is scenic, peaceful. ..that is to say, Nethali is no where to be seen...or heard.
It's just you and your fellow |  |
Fabian walks in the hydroponics bay to find rows and rows of growing plant life. The bright lighting in the bay is a start contrast to the dim lights of the station. The only sound in the bay is the quiet hum of the environmental systems as they kick on to gently mist the plant life. Fabian sees a smattering of black in the field of green and walks across an aisle to find Edgar standing there holding a strange deep red fruit or vegetable that he has never seen before. Fabian walks up to Edgar with bucket in hand and says "Now what do you suppose that is?"...
Edgar swung around at the unexpected voice, nearly whacking Fabian with his bucket in the process.
"Honestly, I haven't the faintest idea! Does smell a treat, though." The blue-eyed, blonde-haired officer gave the fruit a theatrical sniff and satisfied sigh, before tossing the item into his bucket, which already appeared to contain some random sampling of greens, reds, oranges, and purples.
Edgar offered his hand at Fabian to shake. "Edgar Figaro, U.S.S. Sahara." The captain grinned, on noticing Fabian's bucket. "And I hope you have a better idea than I on what we're actually supposed to be doing here."
"Honestly, I haven't the faintest idea! Does smell a treat, though." The blue-eyed, blonde-haired officer gave the fruit a theatrical sniff and satisfied sigh, before tossing the item into his bucket, which already appeared to contain some random sampling of greens, reds, oranges, and purples.
Edgar offered his hand at Fabian to shake. "Edgar Figaro, U.S.S. Sahara." The captain grinned, on noticing Fabian's bucket. "And I hope you have a better idea than I on what we're actually supposed to be doing here."
Fabian ducks quickly as Edgar turns to greet him, then comes but with a grin. He then shakes the offered hand, "Greetings, Edgar. Fabian Lynch, U.S.S. Trafalgar." Laughs at Edgar's comment, then starts grabbing a few random....objects that he hopes are vegetables. "I am afraid not. But knowing Nethali, it is probably not good." Turns to Edgar and gives him a wry grin.
Fabian grabs an Andorian root, one of the few things he recognizes and putts a few in his bucket. "We seem to be the only ones in here." Then gives a look of mock horror, "Were we the only ones foolish enough to agree to do this?"
Fabian grabs an Andorian root, one of the few things he recognizes and putts a few in his bucket. "We seem to be the only ones in here." Then gives a look of mock horror, "Were we the only ones foolish enough to agree to do this?"
Edgar busily resumed plucking just about anything that wasn't clinging too hard to its branch. Apparently the captain's been avoiding the rooted foods, if his fastidiously clean fingers are any indication. "No, no," his tone was blithe and reassuring. "I'm sure I saw a few other suckers wandering around, looking as lost as we, assuming we're all identifiable by bucket, that is..."
The officer stood straight, stretching out his back a little, before firmly setting his bucket down on the ground.
"I ... need a break." He flopped down, lean-sitting against one of the wider planter edges. He rustled through his bucket and plucked out a Terran apple, rubbing it minutely against his shirt before taking a crisp bite.
"I must say," he started speaking with his mouth partly full, then remembered himself and swallowed. "I can't imagine we'll be able to produce anything edible, though, without further instruction. I'm more or less picking anything that isn't tied down. That can't be a good mix?"
Then Edgar seemed to pause. "Did you say you know the event coordinator for this little shindig? Is this typical of him, her?"
The officer stood straight, stretching out his back a little, before firmly setting his bucket down on the ground.
"I ... need a break." He flopped down, lean-sitting against one of the wider planter edges. He rustled through his bucket and plucked out a Terran apple, rubbing it minutely against his shirt before taking a crisp bite.
"I must say," he started speaking with his mouth partly full, then remembered himself and swallowed. "I can't imagine we'll be able to produce anything edible, though, without further instruction. I'm more or less picking anything that isn't tied down. That can't be a good mix?"
Then Edgar seemed to pause. "Did you say you know the event coordinator for this little shindig? Is this typical of him, her?"
When Edgar flops down, Fabian also stops and leans back against one of the support struts for the hanging trays and crosses his legs. He then pulls out an old looking knife from his uniform pocket and starts peeling one of the Andorian roots he collected earlier. "Well I have only met Nethali a few times, but yes, I would say this is typical for her. She is....lets say unique." He gives Edgar a devious smile as he continues to peel the root.
After peeling in silence for a few moments, Fabian pauses and then whispers conspiratorially towards Edgar, "Knowing her, I wouldn't be surprised of she is somewhere secretly watching us. Laughing as we fumble how way through here with no direction." Then he peels the last bit of skin off the root and takes a bite out of it, while looking around the bay to see if there is anyone else around.
After peeling in silence for a few moments, Fabian pauses and then whispers conspiratorially towards Edgar, "Knowing her, I wouldn't be surprised of she is somewhere secretly watching us. Laughing as we fumble how way through here with no direction." Then he peels the last bit of skin off the root and takes a bite out of it, while looking around the bay to see if there is anyone else around.
Oliver nods softly a couple of times, leaning against the doorframe, absent-mindedly scrolling through text on a PADD. Not that he was actually reading. He was honestly just trying to look busy so he didn't get shang-hai'd into helping out. He doesn't actually bother to look up, however.
"Utter chaos? Yeah. That's practically Neth's middle name."
He laughs at Fabian's comment. "Unique might be an understatement, lad."
"Utter chaos? Yeah. That's practically Neth's middle name."
He laughs at Fabian's comment. "Unique might be an understatement, lad."
A shape looms behind Oliver-- well, perhaps not looms so much as rises on tiptoe after endeavoring to sneak the last few steps with the intention of Bucketing.
Bucketing being, of course, the act of spinning a bucket upside down and dropping it onto an unsuspecting person's head.
Win or lose, the bucket is Someone Else's problem as the Utter Chaos Understated Uniqueness herself strolls inside the hydroponics bay, hands on her hips as she surveys the few already at the vegetables.
"...an' what th' 'ell d'yah think yer gunna make with /those/? Come wi' yer own recipes, didja?"
A broad gesture prefaces her stride to Edgar and Fabian, picking at something in Fabian's bucket while she absently extends a hand in Edgar's direction for a short, injected introduction: "Nethali Aster. Whelp, I guess I can work wi' that. Jambalaya or stew or sommat. So much for beer chicken."
Bucketing being, of course, the act of spinning a bucket upside down and dropping it onto an unsuspecting person's head.
Win or lose, the bucket is Someone Else's problem as the Utter Chaos Understated Uniqueness herself strolls inside the hydroponics bay, hands on her hips as she surveys the few already at the vegetables.
"...an' what th' 'ell d'yah think yer gunna make with /those/? Come wi' yer own recipes, didja?"
A broad gesture prefaces her stride to Edgar and Fabian, picking at something in Fabian's bucket while she absently extends a hand in Edgar's direction for a short, injected introduction: "Nethali Aster. Whelp, I guess I can work wi' that. Jambalaya or stew or sommat. So much for beer chicken."
Edgar shook the proffered hand, bemused at first. "Edgar." He introduced himself, almost absently.
But then his expression turns mildly sour as they're accused of having their own agendas. "Look here, if you wanted us to pick stuff to suit you, ya shoulda slapped a note on all our buckets beforehand." Then he paused, with a considering look on his face. "Though I don't object to jambalaya. Are you in charge of this shindig? What were you planning to have us do?"
But then his expression turns mildly sour as they're accused of having their own agendas. "Look here, if you wanted us to pick stuff to suit you, ya shoulda slapped a note on all our buckets beforehand." Then he paused, with a considering look on his face. "Though I don't object to jambalaya. Are you in charge of this shindig? What were you planning to have us do?"
Fabian turns at the sound of Nethali's greeting....if one could call it that, and gives her a smile, "Fancy meeting you here Nethali. I was wondering if you were going to show up." As Nethali starts to go through his bucket, Fabian looks down at her, watching her randomly selecting something out, but sure of what through her hair. Then he turns his smile into a mischievous grin, "Beer chicken. huh? You know the way to my heart. Booze and food." He then gives her a wink.
Then Fabian raises an amused eyebrow at Edgar's response to Nethali.
Then Fabian raises an amused eyebrow at Edgar's response to Nethali.
"Oh, izzat how it works on yer planet? Young know-nuthin's wander right up t' th' master an' dictate th' terms o' their curriculi-lum? " She plunks Fabian's hard earned vegetable into Edgar's bucket at the end of the too-tight handshake and wheels onto Fabian himself.
"I consider'd not, but then I'd be abandonin' all th' booze I've been shackin' up fer this..." S
he lifts boths hands, turning a look from one man to the next,
"A'right, fine, since yer both so damned cute, I'll letcha pick. Brochette Dijon Flambe? Teppanyaki? Steak Diane? Beef an' Dark Beer Chili? Or mebbe yer more int' dessert fer dinner an'd rather some Bananas Foster? Think fast, kiddos, I ain't got all day. Wull, I do, but tha'ss for cookin' an' drinkin'."
"I consider'd not, but then I'd be abandonin' all th' booze I've been shackin' up fer this..." S
he lifts boths hands, turning a look from one man to the next,
"A'right, fine, since yer both so damned cute, I'll letcha pick. Brochette Dijon Flambe? Teppanyaki? Steak Diane? Beef an' Dark Beer Chili? Or mebbe yer more int' dessert fer dinner an'd rather some Bananas Foster? Think fast, kiddos, I ain't got all day. Wull, I do, but tha'ss for cookin' an' drinkin'."
Fabian shoots a not all that surprised look as Nethali "donates" his vegetable to Edgar, then his standard smile returns to his face as he listens the options available.
He gives her a satirical smile, "Well aren't you sweet." and pretends to blush in a playful manner. Then he turns to Edgar to see if he has preference of what to try.
"Personally, I would like to try Teppanyaki, but I am willing to try anything." Fabian give a slight shrug to Edgar as if to indicate that he wouldn't mind if he would like to try something different.
He gives her a satirical smile, "Well aren't you sweet." and pretends to blush in a playful manner. Then he turns to Edgar to see if he has preference of what to try.
"Personally, I would like to try Teppanyaki, but I am willing to try anything." Fabian give a slight shrug to Edgar as if to indicate that he wouldn't mind if he would like to try something different.