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Post by somerandomhippie1 on Oct 11, 2010 13:57:22 GMT -5
With a bounce, a soccer ball rolled into the mess hall, followed by a cheery-looking med officer. Penn was in quite a good mood, if he did say so himself. After chatting with the captain the other day, his brain had been a-buzz with all sorts of notions of a soccer tournament. He'd eagerly checked a notice he'd pinned up on the board every day, and he'd gotten a little group who seemed to want to play. He'd checked with Alex, the chef, and he'd given him full permission to clear the place out. He'd come a bit early, in order to move everything.
Whacking the ball into a corner, he proceeded to drag the tables into a back room. The chairs followed next, to be stacked neatly and all stuffed into the small-ish closet. In his final coup-de-grace, he'd managed to get a couple of real nets out of somewhere, and heaved them in with not too much difficulty. Hopping in the top of one like a hammock, he turned his head to the door, closing his eyes and waiting for players to come. Patience was a virtue.
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Post by temp on Oct 11, 2010 14:24:55 GMT -5
The request had been an odd one but T.E.M.P always followed orders unless they conflicted with her programme. Doctor Gwyther had asked her to act as referee for a match of football. The sport had been a new thing to her. She had never heard of it. She had added the rules of the game to her subroutines in order to understand it fully.
She arrived in the Mess Hall and spotted Penn lounging on a table. The Mess Hall was an odd choice, she had to admit. "Doctor?" she asked and held up an object in her hands. "I designed and constructed a trophy for the tournament. The historical documents informed me that own was required to award the winner."
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Post by darcyneumann on Oct 12, 2010 9:03:24 GMT -5
Darcy had seen the notice on the computer system about the football match and figured why not get to know some of the people on the ship? She hadn't been here that long, so she didn't know many people, mostly just those in the medical bay. Penn, the guy arranging the whole thing, seemed like a nice guy. Also, she had nothing else to do, and rather than just sit around twiddling her thumbs going stir crazy, or completely rearranging her whole sleeping quarters, she figured this would be a better outlet.
Coming up on the Mess Hall, Darcy noticed that the doorway was being blocked by TEMP, the ship's medical hologram. Efficient and always to the point, she was a well designed program, but if she was going to hang around the ship, then she was going to need to develop a bit more. Still, Darcy couldn't really judge, not until she got to know her better. "Hey," she said, slipping on past. Penn was lounging back in a make-shift hammock. She smirked, "comfortable there, Penn?" |
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Post by somerandomhippie1 on Oct 12, 2010 21:43:15 GMT -5
Sitting up in his hammock, Penn smiled at T.E.M.P as she stood in the doorway. She was a sweet little program- slightly clueless at times, but she did try her best. And the trophy looked lovely. T.E.M.P had obviously put a bit of effort into it. "That looks lovely, T.E.M.P," he assured her. "Though a trophy really isn't needed for this situation. It's required in high-level tournaments, yes, but we're just a small bunch of people who don't really know how to play. It's very casual. But thanks for getting one." He felt the way he did when he taught little-league soccer, or in his ed classes. Apparently, all you needed to do was explain things and have a spot of patience.
He smiled at Darcy, who had squeezed past T.E.M.P. while they'd been talking, and returned her smirk with one of her own. "Just keeping the goal warm," he insisted, yawning. Actually, this was pretty comfy. "That is, until our goal-keeper shows up. I wonder where she went off to?" Then again, it was just seven. Perhaps her clock was slow. He shrugged, and leaned back again. "Feel free to relax, including you, Temp. We'll wait until everyone else shows up, then we'll see what we can do about a stretch or two." He yawned again, and closed his eyes.
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Post by temp on Oct 13, 2010 11:01:53 GMT -5
"That looks lovely, T.E.M.P. Though a trophy really isn't needed for this situation. It's required in high-level tournaments, yes, but we're just a small bunch of people who don't really know how to play. It's very casual. But thanks for getting one."
"Noted." The hologram nodded. She set the trophy down on a table within her arms reach. Once finished she remained standing in the doorway. When there were no injuries to treat, T.E.M.P was often stuck when it came to social situations.
She made no attempt to move as Darcy entered the room. She hadn't realized she was in the way. As a Technological Emergency Medical Program, she was designed to take control of a situation not move out of the way.
"Feel free to relax, including you, Temp. We'll wait until everyone else shows up, then we'll see what we can do about a stretch or two."
"Do you wish for me to enter idle mode? Or de-activate myself?" she didn't understand how to relax. |
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