Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2013 12:29:34 GMT -8
As the door to Quin’s quarters slid open, he peeked his head out quickly, looking first one way, then the other. He didn’t really expect to run into anyone he knew at this time of day, and most of those in quarters nearby were people he was unfamiliar with. Still, the last thing that he needed was that hottie Orion coworker of his to come barrelling out of nowhere at an inopportune moment. Or worse, for Ahska to suddenly make her way to his neck of the woods. If only...
The coast is clear, he thought, stepping out into the corridor.
Sure, he could have waited until he got to the holodeck and had it create a convincing garment to wear in his favorite scenario. If he’d have been a more thoughtful sort of individual, he would have taken his clothes with him in a bag and gotten changed in the relative safety and privacy of the holodeck. But truth be told, Quin wasn’t one for proactive thought, and something about using the holodeck’s costumes seemed inauthentic to him.
So there he stood, in the middle of the corridor, clad in a white tunic and a pair of brown tights that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
One of these days, I really ought to get a codpiece made, he mused to himself as he stopped to flex at his reflection in one of the shiny consoles. Lookin’ good...
In his hand, he carried a quiver and a bow, and he fingered the hand stitched leather of the quiver’s strap while he walked. If anyone asked, he’d boast that it was his sister’s handiwork. The truth of the matter was, he’d sewn the whole costume himself.
And women wondered how he was so good with his hands.
He hummed a jaunty tune as he walked towards the travel core. That was where he was most likely to encounter someone he knew, but he tried to keep that nagging worry at bay. With how many people there are on this station, the chances of running into someone I know are pretty low.
Then again, fate had a rather cruel sense of humor, at times.
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The coast is clear, he thought, stepping out into the corridor.
Sure, he could have waited until he got to the holodeck and had it create a convincing garment to wear in his favorite scenario. If he’d have been a more thoughtful sort of individual, he would have taken his clothes with him in a bag and gotten changed in the relative safety and privacy of the holodeck. But truth be told, Quin wasn’t one for proactive thought, and something about using the holodeck’s costumes seemed inauthentic to him.
So there he stood, in the middle of the corridor, clad in a white tunic and a pair of brown tights that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
One of these days, I really ought to get a codpiece made, he mused to himself as he stopped to flex at his reflection in one of the shiny consoles. Lookin’ good...
In his hand, he carried a quiver and a bow, and he fingered the hand stitched leather of the quiver’s strap while he walked. If anyone asked, he’d boast that it was his sister’s handiwork. The truth of the matter was, he’d sewn the whole costume himself.
And women wondered how he was so good with his hands.
He hummed a jaunty tune as he walked towards the travel core. That was where he was most likely to encounter someone he knew, but he tried to keep that nagging worry at bay. With how many people there are on this station, the chances of running into someone I know are pretty low.
Then again, fate had a rather cruel sense of humor, at times.
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