Star Trek: Beyond ~ Mess Hall
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				Title: <strong>Star Trek: Beyond ~ Mess Hall </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>12-12-2013, 21:35:36</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Beyond ~ Mess Hall </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 07:01:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4b/LtAshely.jpeg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Ashley (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Ashley) <br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Initially in the corner, then over to one of the replicators<br><br><strong>Time:</strong> Star date 41056, early evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Henry Jones<br><br><hr><br>Only moments after her combadge was returned to one of the alcoves, Ashley's program bounced over to the Mess Hall and materialized in a spot where no one else was within the standard safety zone of three meters.&nbsp; The mess hall required replicators, and putting in the little bit extra to allow for holographic capability was simplicity itself.<br><br>Working through standard holographic projectors made everything so much easier, where she had ready access to the computer systems.&nbsp; She wouldn't let her duty be shirked because of it, and people who were never connected to the computers anyway had a difficult time in understanding, but to her it was like stretching out after being stuck in a corset for a while.<br><br>She moved over to the replicator, taking a closer look at it and pulling out a tricorder for a more thorough examination.&nbsp; When the Lieutenant Commander came in, she wanted to have answers already ready for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Beyond ~ Mess Hall </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>27-01-2014, 21:00:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d9/HenryJones.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> LT Commander Henry Jones (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Henry_Jones) <br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering the mess hall<br><br><strong>Time:</strong> Stardate 41056, early evening <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ashley <br><hr> <br><br>Doing double duty as the cook and in the arboretum was a lot sometimes. But he loved both his jobs equally and wouldn't give one for the other. Besides, doing both gave him greater access to good ingredients that he grew himself. A thought that made him giddy. <br><br>The mess hall doors slid open revealing the LT Com holding a small basket of oranges he brought from the Arboretum. Maybe he would make some orange chicken. Or something like it. Real meat was kept frozen for special occasions and meat substitutes were used instead. Some of them were okay, some, not so much. For the most part, he made pretty good meals for the crew, and that was saying something since starship food wasn't always good. <br><br>He noticed Ashley as he walked in and once again was somewhat perplexed at the fact she was a hologram. Though you couldn't tell it other than how she spoke occasionally. "How goes it, Lieutenant?" He asked her as he sat down the basket of oranges.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Beyond ~ Mess Hall </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>28-01-2014, 09:25:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4b/LtAshely.jpeg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Ashley (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Ashley) <br><br><strong>Location:</strong> At one of the replicators, then the counter<br><br><strong>Time:</strong> Star date 41056, early evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Henry Jones<br><br><hr><br>"Hello, sir," Ashley said, standing up at his approach.&nbsp; "From what I've managed to find in the database about thyme growing, the standard lighting units just aren't going to be enough."<br><br>Part of the way her program handled considering matters with which she wasn't fully familiar was to go easy on the personality subroutines.&nbsp; The effect was minor but notable if one was used to her, leaving her smile on her face but keeping too much warmth or concern from showing in her voice.<br><br>"It seems that the optimal lighting system could feasibly work in the kitchen, but should be limited to that area in order to avoid the equivalent of sunburns for people who spend too long in the mess hall."&nbsp; Reaching out into the open air, a holographic Padd appeared in her hand, and she offered it to him.&nbsp; "Here's a list of all the specifications.&nbsp; It shouldn't take more than an hour if I get your okay for the modifications."<br><br>Once that was set, her smile became more genuine, as if to let her snap back to her usual self.&nbsp; She wasn't certain about the changes, but she'd certainly done her best given the information available.&nbsp; If there was a glaring error, no doubt he'd spot it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Beyond ~ Mess Hall </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>13-02-2014, 08:33:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d9/HenryJones.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> LT Commander Henry Jones (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Henry_Jones) <br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dining area <br><br><strong>Time:</strong> Stardate 41056, early evening <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ashley <br><hr> <br><br>Henry nodded as the holographic engineer explained what was likely the cause. Made sense. Most lights made for people weren't exactly made for growing plants. It was why they had different lighting in the arboretum than in most of the rest of the ship. So, reasonably, the light in the kitchen just wasn't right for growing.<br><br>He looked at the pad she handed him. A pad that wasn't really there, he reminded himself. It still boggled his man. But he didn't stay on the thought for long as he looked over the specifics. Not that he knew a whole lot of engineering talk,&nbsp; but he made out the gist of it. <br><br>He nodded as he handed the pad back. "Makes sense. Sure, go ahead with the modifications so long as they're within reason of safety. I can always find somewhere else to grow my herbs if need be. I just like having the handy when I'm cooking." He laughed lightly. He had two passions in life, cooking, and growing things that could be eaten. Which, perhaps made it a bit odd that he was on a starship where not everything was cooked and they couldn't grow that much. However, it made him appreciate what they did have even more. Besides, the chance to explore the stars thumped all of that 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Beyond ~ Mess Hall </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>14-02-2014, 07:39:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4b/LtAshely.jpeg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Ashley (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Ashley) <br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Behind the counter<br><br><strong>Time:</strong> Star date 41056, early evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Henry Jones<br><br><hr><br>His approval made her smile.&nbsp; Although she had a reasonable expectation that it would work, it helped a little to know that he didn't consider it absolutely necessary in case things didn't go very well.&nbsp; Of course, proper protocol meant that she did her best, but she'd dealt with a few people where that just wasn't enough.<br><br>After taking the padd, she let it dematerialize from her fingers before pointing out a particular location.&nbsp; "I was thinking here, inside the cupboard," she said, opening it up to show it to him.&nbsp; "The power conduit is right here, so it'd be easy enough to hook in some grow lights."<br><br>Moving out of the way to let him check, she tapped her combadge.&nbsp; "Ensign Wilder, please have some grow lights brought from storage to the mess hall."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Beyond ~ Mess Hall </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>17-02-2014, 04:26:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d9/HenryJones.jpg)</div> <strong>Character:</strong> LT Commander Henry Jones (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Henry_Jones) <br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Behind counter <br><br><strong>Time:</strong> Stardate 41056, early evening <br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lieutenant Ashley <br><hr> <br><br>Henry nodded again at her further explanation as he watched her point to and open the cabinet. Now, why hadn't he thought of that. Perfect lighting and out of the way. It never would've dawned on him to grow herbs in a kitchen cabinet of all places. But it made perfect sense. Guess that's what you have engineers around for.<br><br>"That's perfect!" He said cheerfully. "Out of the way and just big enough to grow a few small plants in." <br><br>He walked over to look inside the cabinet and get a closer idea of just how much space he had. It wasn't like he could grow a whole garden, nor did he intend to. But there was just enough room to have fresh herbs always handy. "However did you think of it?" He asked her as he stood back up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Beyond ~ Mess Hall </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>17-02-2014, 05:30:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4b/LtAshely.jpeg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lieutenant Ashley (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Ashley) <br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Behind the counter<br><br><strong>Time:</strong> Star date 41056, early evening<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Henry Jones<br><br><hr><br>This was the sort of thing that really made her smile.&nbsp; She loved the chance to try to find the most optimal solution to a problem, and clearly she had.&nbsp; In some ways, her ability to do so was the one thing that made her feel like more than just a composite of programs and subroutines.<br><br>The question of how she came up with it, however, gave her a bit of pause.&nbsp; Previous attempts to show such an explanation hadn't gone very well.&nbsp; "Well," she said, "there's a finite amount of space in this room, and setting up an independent structure would take up an unnecessary amount of space.&nbsp; The other realistic place was on the floor behind the counter, but there's not a great deal of space back here.&nbsp; Besides, the light shining at your feet would get distracting, so..."<br><br>She'd tried to do some research on how organic lifeforms came up with an idea, but didn't really have any luck.&nbsp; From what she'd been able to tell, creativity seemed to have an air of mystery which had led to any number of mythic explanations, but no one seemed to know for certain.&nbsp; Perhaps it was for the best that she could trace back her thought processes, even if it took out some of the curiosity.&nbsp; Certainly it was better than not being able to find out.<br><br>Hopping up on the counter, she knelt up to be able to reach the roof of the cabinet.&nbsp; Another small device appeared in her hand, allowing her to remove the safety cover to the power conduit.&nbsp; She left herself a mental note to make the slight change to power allocation, not a significant amount but a faint alteration which would be accounted for in overall efficiency.
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