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That's My Q #55 - "Something Wicked This Way Comes" - BackpostOOC: This is a backpost, T'Rell and B'Inca arrived before Q became the party-pooper. -={On}=- [T'Rell and B'Inca's Quarters, SB47] "Computer, please replicate me an 11th Century English Lord Costume." T'Rell asked the computer. The computer bleeped confirming and a few seconds later a costume appeared. T'Rell picked up the clothing and walked to another room. A little while later he walked out, the costume, to big for T'Rell. "Computer, please replicate me the same costume, to fit my size." He asked calm. And again, moments later his costume replicated. A sword hanging from his leather belt. The clothes he wore, closely resembled what they would've looked like about one millennia ago. "You look…" B'Inca paused for a moment. "fascinating." She continued. B'Inca was looking through pictures and paintings that were made of the character should would be portraying. "Thank you" T'Rell said as he put his hand on the grip of his sword and pulled it out of the scabbard. "Intriguing" he said. "Such a primitive concept of a weapon, and some cultures still kill with it." T'Rell put the sword back into the scabbard. "Computer, please replicate an 11th Century dress, matching with a Lord costume. And make it to fit B'Inca" he asked the computer. The computer confirmed T'Rell his order by a simple beep. And again, a few moments later a beautiful dress appeared. It fitted B'Inca perfectly as she walked through the room, she had to be careful not to step on the dress. The two had enough time to prepare for the party. T'Rell knew his role, he had read the book, seen the play, he knew the characters. "There is a tragic end, for both our characters in the book" T'Rell said, looking up to B'Inca. "Indeed, I have seen the play" B'Inca reacted. "Apparently, the character I'm portraying, begins hallucinating and commits suicide." "All that, because my character was destined to be king." T'Rell was wondering how far humans could go to achieve such a goal, just because Three certain people told him to. He knew that not only humans are like this, there would probably be dozens of other species that would do a lot to achieve greatness. "The party starts in a few minutes." B'Inca stated. "We should head over to the party." She stood up from her chair, made her dress look good again, she took some creases out and move towards the door of their quarters. "You are right." T'Rell got up from his seat as well. They both stepped out of their quarters and proceeded arm in arm towards the party. -={Off}=- Ensign T'Rell Chief Flight Operations Starbase Ronin (SB 47) "Something Wicked This Way Comes" Ensign B'Inca Nurse Starbase Ronin (SB 47) (NPC played by T'Rell) |
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