<USS Avalon> "Getting Started"

/The door slid open to reveal a dark room. Inside, there was nothing. Mason took a few steps in and looked around. No signs of activity, no signs of life, nothing. It was barren, lifeless, and empty. The door slid quickly shut behind him, the dim outlines he had seen with the aid of the lights from outside had faded into the darkness. Mason was left alone, to face the darkness by himself./

“Computer, Lights to full.”

The room illuminated around Mason to reveal his new living quarters. He squinted from the sudden change of lighting. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath. “Computer, lights to 50%” he said. The lights did indeed dim, much to the relief of Mason’s eyes. Throwing his bag into a corner, he took a look around his new home.

Upon initial survey, sparse was the word to best describe the room. Not that Mason minded it. Decorations and amenities weren’t all that common where he came from. With that being said, however, there were a few things that his quarters lacked. Temperature, for starters. Mason like things warmer than average, not this room temperature bull crap that most other people put up with.

“Computer, raise room temperature to 29.5 degrees.”

‘/That’s better/’ Mason thought to himself as the room began to warm up. Now, what else did this room need? He looked around again, giving the room a second visual survey. There was something missing. Mason couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Something about this room didn’t feel like ‘home’. It lacked the feel it lacked the. . . . ambience, that Mason wanted.

Ambience. –That’s- what’s missing

Mason stood there silent for a few seconds. ‘/How the hell do I create ambience?/’ He asked himself. He had a good point. It was going to be hard to create the feeling of the sprawling and spacious rooms he was used to, which had a view of an even more sprawling and spacious desert that went out further than the eye could see. Mason would figure something out though, he’d improvise. He –was- an engineer, after all. That’s what engineers did, they improvised.

That would have to wait for another time, however. Mason had things to do, places to go, people to see. He took a look at the datapad he was carrying, which had his to-do list. Item #1 was done, he had dropped his belongs off in his bunk, and could settle in later. It was time to move on to Item #2, which was: Report to sickbay for physical. /Wow, they sure don’t waste time getting things done on this ship/. With datapad in hand, Mason moved towards the door. First days always seemed like a whirlwind for him. First day of school, first day of the Academy, now his first day of active duty, Three totally different experiences that all had the same feel and carried the same rush of emotions. The quicker he got his stuff done, the quicker he could be on to Day 2. The door slid open and he approached, and slid such behind him as he walked out, taking a look in both directions. /‘Which way is it to the turbolift? Damnit, I just out here 2 minutes ago./’ Ahh, yes. First days were always -so- much fun.



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