ThomasRHellsing
Pulsar
- Joined
- Sep 18, 2011
- Location
- Hell ((2nd Circle))
Thomas smirked and handed her a Replicator code. If she used it, she'd end up with a pair of cut off daisy duke jeans, a tube top, and a button up shirt with a knit tied to help preserve her modesty.
Few knew that on large ships like the Enterprise their were what were known as "Hell Labs", ones where they were too close to the cooling and heating generators. So they were too hot, or too cold never really equalizing out. Or they were too close to the warp core, and physics were a bit odd. Some were too close to a relay and had power fluctuations. Long story short, they were labs that no one wanted and so were often left empty.
Thomas had chosen a former horticulture lab for his get together. It was a few hundred feet, about the size of a small gymnasium. It was so close to a heating and cooling relay that it was a good ten to twenty degrees above comfort levels, thus why alot of skin was visible, skin and thin fabrics. Set up behind one of the bars was a alcohol still. Potent "home made" whiskey, vodka, everclear, all being offered up with fruit added. Thomas was drinking from a mason jar filled with blue berries and strawberries. Their was a medium thick fog of smoke in the air, Cannabis no doubt grown in the bay. The heat would prove good for that particular plants. Thomas's low gravelley voice rang out "Family Traditon" then "Ring of Fire". Some danced, some chatted around. some flirted. Most were drinking and everyone was sweating.
Few knew that on large ships like the Enterprise their were what were known as "Hell Labs", ones where they were too close to the cooling and heating generators. So they were too hot, or too cold never really equalizing out. Or they were too close to the warp core, and physics were a bit odd. Some were too close to a relay and had power fluctuations. Long story short, they were labs that no one wanted and so were often left empty.
Thomas had chosen a former horticulture lab for his get together. It was a few hundred feet, about the size of a small gymnasium. It was so close to a heating and cooling relay that it was a good ten to twenty degrees above comfort levels, thus why alot of skin was visible, skin and thin fabrics. Set up behind one of the bars was a alcohol still. Potent "home made" whiskey, vodka, everclear, all being offered up with fruit added. Thomas was drinking from a mason jar filled with blue berries and strawberries. Their was a medium thick fog of smoke in the air, Cannabis no doubt grown in the bay. The heat would prove good for that particular plants. Thomas's low gravelley voice rang out "Family Traditon" then "Ring of Fire". Some danced, some chatted around. some flirted. Most were drinking and everyone was sweating.