ILLUMINARRPG: (1 - 1847, 1900, 1902) ACONN Ensign Alexander Dyson

Ruben Hilbers p44728 at yahoo.com
Sat Jul 23 22:04:37 UTC 2022


Mission:  Prelude
Day: 1
Stardate:  2446.03.23

(Earth, Shadow Pines – Road – ACONN Alexander Dyson – 1847)

“How intriguing.  Gorgeous.  Do you play?” Doctor Solice asked.

“I did for a long time, but moving to deep space made it difficult,” Alex said.

Rabbi Cantor had taught him from age seven until age eighteen. When he had left for the Civilian Freighter School, he had allowed Alex to take his practice violin with him. Alex had been surprised by this, but the Rabbi had confessed that his practice violin was just a cheap one from an industrial replicator. Before he had left on the SS Hopeful, he had returned his practice violin to the orphanage. ~But this is a very different animal.~

He took a couple of deep breaths and put the violin back in its case. Then he got back on the feet and dusted himself off. During his years in the deep space, he had been unable to play. Simply because he did not have a violin. But two weeks into his stay aboard 247, he had found the replication pattern for one. Alas, he had lost said violin when the ship had been confiscated.

“There is a room where you can play it and listen to it in its glory.”

“I’ll do that after dinner,” Alex said with a nod. “I’ll put it in my room for now.”

(Reply Solice iyw)

Alex walked into the house and headed for his room.

NRPG: Since the end of the month is approaching, time to do a bit of time hopping. RPG:

(Earth, Shadow Pines – Main Hall – ACONN Alexander Dyson – 1900)

After he had secured the Lauterbach in his room, he had noticed that there was a message from Benson about dinner. He had checked his outfit and found it okay. ~White jeans, white shirt, white jacket and white shoes.~ He had also sharpened one of his pencils and taken his drawing pad along. Alex walked into the garden and found himself a seat. He began drawing. Normally, Alex would sing to himself as he drew. But he didn’t want to ruin the mood. ~Or be accused to kill more cats.~

As he drew his surroundings and the people in it, he realized that he would be in trouble once he got back to the ship. He had been so eager to join the party that he had forgotten about the brawl and the fact that he was supposed to be helping in the Rec Room. ~One crisis at a time, Iceman.~ For now, he was simply waiting for dinner to start. As he did so, his mind wandered to another group dinner…

(Santa Maria Orphanage – Kitchen – - Foundation Day - 1532)

It was time for Alex to demonstrate the second thing he had learned at the orphanage. How to salvage a turkey. Three times a year, the orphanage served turkey in the cafeteria. There was Thanksgiving, Christmas and March Fifteenth. The last of the list was Foundation Day. The Santa Maria Orphanage was one of the oldest buildings in Utopia Colony. Build in 2105, it had opened it doors on 15 March 2106. In the years since, the place had been expanded. But it had never been upgraded. This meant that the ancient kitchen equipment could be….temperamental.

Power fluctuations, people using the wrong settings because the labels had worn off… ~And then there was the Sprinkler Incident.~ When Alex and Emile had been fifteen – they were seventeen now – one of the newbies had mistaken the smell of the oven for a fire and pulled the Fire Alarm. The fire suppression system was an outdated sprinkler system, which had left everybody in the kitchen and cafeteria soaked down to their underwear. It had also soaked the turkey.

Long story short, this was not the first time Alex and Emile had been drafted to help salvage a turkey dinner. This time, the culprit was William Zander. Alex and Emile were no gourmet cooks, but they could cook something edible. Zander, however, was a disaster. Which was why Mister McDonald had not assigned him to kitchen duty this time.

But he had been messing with the power grid for one of his childish pranks and had caused a power surge. While Mister McDonald yelled at Zander, Alex and Emile sighed and set to inspecting what was left of the turkey.

(Earth, Shadow Pines – Garden – ACONN Alexander Dyson – 1902)

Alex smiled at the memory and continued making his drawing. Despite himself, he couldn’t helping humming Beyond Antares as he put the world on paper. ~The skies are green and glowing…~

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