Posted by Cadet Catt Beñnet (Scientist) in Holodeck - Open Invitation

Posted by Cadet Grayson Paul (Engineer) in Holodeck - Open Invitation
The sun was scorching hot as it beat down on the hill. Grayson Paul chuckled to himself as he panted, sweat dripping off his brow, hands planted on his knees. ::A hill,:: he thought to himself, ::There needs to be a new term for something bigger than a hill, yet not quite big enough to be a mountain.::

He stood, interlocking his fingers above his head as he sucked in air. After nine sprints up the hill, it was understandable that he might have some ill feeling towards the hill. It was tall, steep, nearly a forty-five degree angle. Of course, he brought it upon himself. While he was trim, the men in his family ran large, to put it mildly. His waistline required some extra attention, and so he made sure to tackle the hill at least three times a week. With a groan that was more growl, Grayson began sprinting again, long legs churning up turf as he ascended - no - as he conquered his foe. Standing now at the top, he raised his fists triumphant in the air, “Take that!”

And then, with a gleeful laugh, he tossed himself down the hill, rolling all the way to the bottom. Still smiling, he sat up, looking around. “Time for some fun,” he stood, “Replace the hill with a standard basketball court, full court, two baskets, one standard basketball.”

The computer chimed it’s assent and removed the hill, complete with the burning, noon-time sun and replaced it with a gymnasium. The hardwood floor carried the traditional markings of any court. A ball materialized at his feet, and Grayson grabbed the ball and stood up, dribbling it between his hands, then between his legs a couple of times. The gym echoed satisfactorily with each bounce of the ball. The computer’s simulations so realistic he could feel the stuffy humidity in the air and a few industrial sized fans tried to push the air with only marginal success. Grayson dribbled the ball over to the nearest basket, tossed up an easy lay-up, then stepped out for a fade away five foot jumper. He bricked it.

“Damn,” Grayson laughed to himself, “Must need to get some more hoop time in. Computer, generate an opponent, use my own height and mass as a template.”

The computer worked silently, and soon another man stood across from Grayson. He was pretty non-descript, even his face was a mixture of several types blended together. Generic. Grayson smiled as he started dribbling the ball, crouching low as he advanced; his opponent squatting down similarly, spreading his hands out wide as Grayson charged the basket.
Cadet Grayson Paul, Engineer (Sweaty Man)

Catt had seen the indicators of a sim open to all as she passed the holodeck. She was aware that as the only member of her species she hadn’t quite connected with the crew in the usual starfleet approved manner. So she peeked in to see what was happening. Basketball? She had seen it played but had never taken part in a game. What she did remember about the game was that when women played no sports bra in the universe could contain the motion of the milkshake. A term that confused her more than the actual game itself, but that a teenage friend insisted explained why womens basketball was so popular. So she stepped over to courtside to watch the one on one.
The men didn’t of course have a milkshake so to speak but the interplay of sweaty muscles was pleasent enough. Tail in hand shexsar and watched as the wind ruffled her fur, her ears pivoting with every squeek the shoes made as the men pivoted started stopped and attempted to score.

Cadet Cat Bennet. Sciences.

Grayson had realized the diminutive, cat-like little person had been standing there watching for a little bit. ::A Caitian,:: he thought to himself. After getting his shot rejected, he stopped and turned towards her, giving her a smile. His opponent stopped and stood up straight, the computer basically “turning him off” in response to Grayson’s discontinuation. Grayson walked over to his duffel bag, a small gray item with a Starfleet logo emblazoned on the side. It was likely the only real thing in the room…other than Grayson and Catt. He retrieved a towel, dried his face, and then his hands as he walked over to her.

After feeling like he had sufficiently dried his hands, he extended one towards her, feeling slightly uncomfortable as he stood so much taller than her, “Good day, I’m Grayson. Or Gray, if you like. How are you?”
Cadet Paul, Engineer