matt: hey, it's not like i do this deliberately! *he yells, ears folded straight back as he covers himself with his paws, rather redundantly since he was already covered by the bag - though this doesn't help when he then ducks back inside the holodeck to retrieve his clothing, coming back out a minute later fully dressed*…
yeah, i'm not seeing anything ingame, even though we're past the time indicated in the blog...though, as most things usually started at 10 am pacific in the past and we're still a few minutes away, i'm going to wait and see if it starts then
marrok: but the stargate network is free for anyone to use - the ground version, at least matt: yeah, let's grab some curry or something - i want spice, and lots of it *he gets back down and calls for the arch, strolling out of it and running into krystal as he does...while also forgetting the clothing he's wearing was…
matt: i'm taking the fifth on that one *he pulls out an old late-1800s sarsaparilla bottle and knocks the cap off on the nearby post, then takes a gulp*
matt: because life skills are important marrok: still doesn't beat the stargate network - or the iconian gateway network, since both are near-instantaneous travel no matter where you're going whereas transwarp can take minutes or hours depending on distance
matt: i taught ezri how to modify holodeck programs - though i also taught her how to make copies of programs BEFORE making changes to them, which apparently she didn't do
marrok: i hope you had decent winter gear on - eating spicy food - or drinking alcohol - is really dangerous if you're in the cold without adequate protection, because it's pulling blood away from vital organs via vasodilation it's really good on hot days, though, because it also makes you sweat a lot which as anyone with…
(good thing it isn't actually a military uniform - but even as a civilian uniform it looks ridiculous...one of the few things discovery did right visual-wise was their version of TOS uniforms) matt: why the TRIBBLE would you think the computer knows anything about it?! you should've asked who put it IN the program - at…
(your brain is always recording knowledge via your functional senses, even when you're unconscious - or on the verge of death, and even when dead it can still receive limited stimulus...provided it wasn't the brain's death that led to general death)
matt: that still smacks of unprofessionalism to me *he counters as he re-mounts the horse after untying it* marrok: i wasn't staring blankly, i was asking dad if you were always like that - and by the way, he does know, as does grandpaw alex
matt: unless that guy is intimately familiar with the faces of EVERY outlaw known to be operating in this area, facial recognition doesn't really help - he didn't even look at a poster marrok: i figure if something important needs to be said to me, someone will call my name out first - and even if it wasn't, the brain…
marrok: i wasn't paying attention until i heard my name *matt pockets the cash and exits the building, heading back toward the horses* that guy didn't even bother to check the identity of the guy i took in to make sure it was the right person...like, i know law enforcement in this age wasn't anywhere approaching competent,…
*matt grabs the floorbound criminal by the ankle and drags them to a nearby unoccupied cell, then chucks him in before slamming the door shut* marrok: what context? all i heard was the question
matt: ANY container! *he reiterates as he enters just as dramatically as he opened the door and drops the outlaw in front of the undoubtedly startled - and likely confused - lawman* we're here to claim a bounty marrok: well how was i supposed to know that? you didn't mention any dates!
matt: doesn't matter - you don't mix tea and alcohol in ANY container; the only thing that should be mixed with tea are cakes, cookies or finger sandwiches *he huffs, approaching the jail and dramatically pushing the door open* marrok: not really - i left a note behind so no one will be surprised i'm gone...provided the…
marrok: i'm legally an adult - i don't need to inform anyone where i'm going matt: barbarian...*he mutters as he hoists the baron over his shoulder and heads for the...jail? (what the hell did they even call police stations in those times? i guess jails, since i don't think the containment facilities were separate from the…