------=_Part_2757_23947856.1136923864841 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Disposition: inline =/\= Kaitlin's Quarters =/\= Lo and behold, the ship was docked at some kind of station. Presumably it was that fabled space hotel that Kaitlin had heard so much about in the gym= . But just because the ship was docked there, it would be wrong of her to automatically assume that she had the liberty to just take off for some R&R there. So, without bothering anyone or assuming anything, she walked towards her desk, sitting down to face the console. Although she had only been gone a short time to the gym, she had received several messages. The first was a message from one of her childhood friends, Melissa Wenn, a Betazoid who became, rather stereotypically, a counselor. It was one of the few friends she kept in touch with for so man= y years. This particular friend was extremely late in sending out her holida= y greeting cards, and this year was no exception (with it being a few weeks since the start of the holidays). "Doesn't look like you've changed much, Missy" Kaitlin muttered to herself, smiling at the picture Melissa had sent of herself, her two dogs, with a stunning waterfall as the backdrop. Continuing through her messages, there appeared a memo confirming that all crew were allowed R&R at the space hotel. That confirmed any question she had about taking leave. The following message was another memo from a member of the ODA, noting that, indeed, everyone was free to take time on the station, with the only request that they give the main office a heads u= p as to their whereabouts, a precautionary measure of course. Kaitlin was, of course, agreeable to a little time off. She hadn't had the opportunity to fraternize with much of the crew, and the crew she did know, mostly members of the ODA, she didn't know well. Closing out her messages, she queried the computer about the hotel. What type of amenities did it have? Food? Leisure activities? Before long, a virtual brochure of the place appeared on the screen. The view shifted from a rotating image of th= e hotel floating in space, to a zoomed in picture through one of the port holes to the lobby. It was probably one of the largest hotel lobbies Kaitlin had ever seen, although pictures could be deceiving, she briefly thought to herself. A man in the lobby came forward and began spouting out basic statistics about the hotel and its patrons. His Confederation Standard was a bit broken, but he was still understandable. The short presentation continued through some of the basic activities, eating establishments, and guest rooms. Each of the images that appeared o= n the screen lasted only a couple of seconds before switching to the next. I= t was rather vague, in Kaitlin's opinion. There were "fantasy" rooms, but they didn't go into detail about what type of fantasy they were referring to. Most of the activities looked like they could be accessed in any commo= n holodeck. There was something about the place that piqued her interest though. She was definitely going over there to satisfy her curiosity, having no idea what she was going to do first when she got there. Even if the place was a total dump, she hoped it would give her opportunity to socialize. And she could always come back to her own room on the ship if it was really that bad. Without hesitation, Kaitlin changed out of her workout clothes into more "civilian" clothing. A pair of pants made to resemble old Earth blue jeans and a short-sleeved red top with a moderately low neck-line. A quick note off to the detachment office, and a few things shoved into an overnight bag= , and Kaitlin was on her way. =/\= End Log =/\= ------=_Part_2757_23947856.1136923864841 Content-Type: text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Disposition: inline <p class="MsoNormal">=/\=  Kaitlin's Quarters  =/\=</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br> Lo and behold, the ship was docked at some kind of station.<span style="">  </span>Presumably it was that fabled space hotel that Kaitlin had heard so much about in the gym.<span style="= ">  </span>But just because the ship was docked there, it would be wrong of her to automatically assume that she had the liberty t= o just take off for some R&R there.<span style="">  </span>So, without bothering anyone or assuming anything, she walked toward= s her desk, sitting down to face the console.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Although she had only been gone a short time to the gym, she had received several messages.<span style="">  </span>The first was a message from one of her childhood friends, Melissa Wenn, a Betazoid w= ho became, rather stereotypically, a counselor.<span style="">  </span>It was one of the few friends she kept in touch with for so many years.<span style="">  </span>This particular friend was extremely late in sending out her holiday greeting cards, and this year was= no exception (with it being a few weeks since the start of the holidays).<span= style="">  </span>"Doesn't look like you've changed much, Missy" Kaitlin muttered to herself, smiling at the picture Melissa had sent= of herself, her two dogs, with a stunning waterfall as the backdrop.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Continuing through her messages, there appeared a me= mo confirming that all crew were allowed R&R at the space hotel.<span styl= e="">  </span>That confirmed any question she had about taking leave.<span style="">  </span>The following message was another memo from a member of the ODA, noting that, indeed, everyone was fr= ee to take time on the station, with the only request that they give the main office a heads up as to their whereabouts, a precautionary measure of cours= e.<span style="">  </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kaitlin was, of course, agreeable to a little time o= ff.<span style="">  </span>She hadn't had the opportunity to fratern= ize with much of the crew, and the crew she did know, mostly members of the ODA= , she didn't know well.<span style="">  </span>Closing out her messages, she queried the computer about the hotel.<span style="">  </span>What type of amenities did it have?<span style="">  </span>Fo= od?<span style="">  </span>Leisure activities?<span style="">  </span>Before long, a virtual brochure of the place appeared on the screen.<span style="">&nb= sp; </span>The view shifted from a rotating image of the hotel floating in space, to a zoomed in picture through one of the port hol= es to the lobby.<span style="">  </span>It was probably one of the largest hotel lobbies Kaitlin had ever seen, although pictures could be deceiving, she briefly thought to herself.<span style="">  </span>A man in the lobby came forward and began spouting out basic statist= ics about the hotel and its patrons.<span style="">  </span>His Confederation Standard was a bit broken, but he was still understandable. <= /p> <p class="MsoNormal">The short presentation continued through some of the= basic activities, eating establishments, and guest rooms.<span style="">  </span>Each of the images that appeared on the screen lasted only a couple of seconds before switching to the next.<span s= tyle="">  </span>It was rather vague, in Kaitlin's opinion.<span style="">  </span>There were "fantasy" rooms, but they didn't go into detail about what type of fantasy they were referring to.<span style="">  </span>Most of the activities looked like they could be accessed in any common holodeck.<span style="">  </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">There was something about the place that piqued her interest though.<span style="">  </span>She was definitely going over there to satisfy her curiosity, having no idea what she was going to do fir= st when she got there.<span style="">  </span>Even if the place was a total dump, she hoped it would give her opportunity to soci= alize.<span style="">  </span>And she could always come back to her own room on the ship if it was really that bad.<span style="">  </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Without hesitation, Kaitlin changed out of her worko= ut clothes into more "civilian" clothing.<span style="">  </span>A pair of pants made to resemble old Earth blue jeans and a short-sleeved red= top with a moderately low neck-line.<span style="">  </span>A quick note off to the detachment office, and a few things shoved into an overnigh= t bag, and Kaitlin was on her way.<span style=""> <br> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">=/\=  End Log  =/\= =<br> </span></p> ------=_Part_2757_23947856.1136923864841--