Star Trek: Starbase 777 - jail-cells-1

Star Trek: Starbase 777

Holodeck 3 / jail-cells-1

The last thing he saw was a blast of blue paint. Then, he had appeared here, groaning. He’d enjoyed that, despite the abrupt end. Not that he’d ever admit that on the job.

20:38

He sat up, wiping his face, watching the blue paint on the back of his hand. He looked like shit. Like he’d crawl out of a warzone as a grizzled, dead man walking he imagined. But the paint didn’t help. “…where even am i?”

20:44

He’d start taking off the outer layer of his clothes; shirt, pants, instead using the shawl as a sort of towel that he wrapped around his waist. Pearly White breeches on, of course.

20:48

And just like that, he sat down on whatever he had, legs spread, leaning on his knees. He could hear his outro song playing already.

He kinda just… sat there. What was he to do, a man imprisoned for a crime he didn’t even think of? Eh. More alone time, he thought.

21:09

While waiting, K’Graarra stood up, the shawl covering his undies well enough. He thought… and just… lets go. He begins a small boogie, a mediocre shuffle if you will. It was… liberating. Especially when nobody was watching him do this sort of stuff - dancing was fun, his sister was right!

21:13

Oh well. That was liberating. Better get dressed again. He kinda puts his painted clothes back on, the shirt, the chaps, allat stuff, and hopefully covers all the spots up with his shawl.

21:17

He was kinda styling in this.

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"GWAWK!" Vida collapsed on the floor. Dammit! Dead and dead! She turned to look at the cowboy there. "Uh"

He looked down at Vida, sort of confused. “…seems you ‘died’ i guess? Isn’t that nice.” He sighs, ears drooping as he sits back down, slumping. (edited)

"Hmph. You one of those bandits?" Vida accused him. Wait. Why did she care so much? It was a completely made up game. This guy was more than likely a coworker of hers. "Well, I defended the train," she tried, a little more charitable. "I'm pretty sure I did a decent job."

“I suppose i was. Not by will, of course.” He slouched his shoulders. Just where was he with this stranger? “…any idea what happens next?”

“HELPPPPP!” Maggie screamed as she appeared on the ground in a heap with a certain intel officer on top of her.

“Oh my god shut up you silver haired-“ She blinked, realizing she was now in polite company and stood up to dust herself off. “Never mind.” She said before going to sit in the corner.

Maggie took a breath. “Woof, okay. I’m good.” She said as she sat there.

“…ah. Welcome to the company of the defeated. Enjoy your stay until whoever knows when…” He sarcastically says. It came off more as bullying, but not that he knew. Social skills aren’t his forte.

"Oh! New friends!" Vida perked up. These two seemed much... livelier. "Howdy. I'm Vida, the cook," She said with a tip of her hat. "And this is..." She gestured to her Caitian cellmate.

“Sup!” She said with a wave. “Ugh, sliver over there’s lucky I don’t like guns.”

Maggie stuck her tongue out and made a mocking noise. “Nah naha nah nah.”

"Ah. I'd offer tea, if there were any. Er... hey!" Vida yelled at the holographic guards on the other end of the room, rapping her umbrella against the metal bars. "Guards! Can we have some tea!?"

“K’Graarra.” He muttered. He’d never have imagined himself on the inside of bars. Then he heard her shouting. “…i doubt they listen to us. Unprofessional of the holodeck, but i digress…” He pressed his ears against his head. All this waiting and stuff was really getting at his posture. (edited)

Vida twitched. "You hear that above? What is going on up there?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH" Loud Maya screaming as she is spawned in, and unceremoniously dropped on top of Vida "Hi."

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Vida wheezed as Maya fell on top of her. She could feel her body twisted in an uncomfortable position. A burst of air leaked out of her lungs. "Hrfgh.." Vida managed, her face pressed against the jail floor.

"Comfy." Maya said before she moved off Vida after a brief moment "Sup nerds."

As soon as Maya got off her, and Vida began to straighten up, she soon lurched to the side, knocked over again as the train skidded to a halt.

"You think we can break out? I feel like a Tosk in here." Maya wondered to herself, and asked her fellow cellmates as well, still laying on the floor as the train stopped

“I doubt it. Not sure i can stand with all this movement either.” He remains seated, best he can at least.

"...Jail is gay." Maya said, gay.

“…okey.” He said, sounding like Tyler, The Creator.

Vara marched out the jail door into the train.

He followed suit, steppin’ on out.

Vida exits coolly

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