alex: yeah, maybe, but i think he was going back to sleep when he left *he reactivates the PAW and sends nick a new message, asking if he wants to come hunt national socialists of the german persuasion with dundee and himself on the conundrum's holodeck, adding that if he decides to come, to please cover himself this time…
alex: well, this hans had the right idea...*they reach the holodeck and the doors slide apart as alex walks up, revealing the typical grid inherent to starfleet ships, but far more advanced, if that's possible* (since the ship is 29th century, i figure the holodeck would have gone through a visual upgrade at some point,…
alex:...how the hell did you ever get anything done? even those cave-dwelling troglodyte terror groups in the middle east started making extensive use of computers once they filtered into the region
alex: well, you at least know what a local area network is, right? the internet is basically a global version of that (i think those existed before the 80s)
alex: the...internet? the world wide web? the-did he seriously not explain to you one of the most important, civilization-changing inventions to hit the tail end of the 20th century?
alex: you won't believe your eyes - it's almost like reality, except you can do whatever you want with it....which of course means that it mostly gets used for sex, just like the internet did *they continue walking toward the holodecks*
alex: holodeck - since we still have another hour or so until we get to masan, and you didn't get to fight on the exeter, we can just do some in the holodeck
alex: okay, let's go before i get into an argument about shampoo *he walks out of the transporter room and turns right - which is not following the path toward the bridge they took to get there*
(CRY HAVOC! AND LET SLIP THE DOGS OF WAR!) *it smells like nothing other than the combination of chemicals that went into it, because fenrir doesn't like anything covering his natural scent*
alex: yes *he repeats to dundee, then replies that he has to use specialized high-lather anti-shed shampoo to prevent needing to use up half a bottle just for one shower and to minimize drain clogging* (there's also the matter of flea and tick fighting, but he isn't about to mention that part...and no, i don't know if it's…
*that kind of overestimation of your ability and underestimation of someone else's is exactly how you lose at poker* alex: so apparently he didn't realize it was on his belt *matt is currently feeding kermit when the tips of his ears suddenly warm and he belches* (soup TRIBBLE: NO SNEEZE FOR YOU!)
(your mirror self doesn't have the ability to hear your heartbeat in your chest changing with every move you make, nor see the minute movements your face makes when you draw the card that makes or breaks a hand)
*which could potentially backfire if the tracer is using a specific scent to track that isn't likely to be used elsewhere - like a criminal smuggling cocaine (and here alex glances up briefly and eyes dundee with a quick smirk before returning his gaze to the PAW screen) which you wouldn't expect to find elsewhere EXCEPT…
*alex blinks, narrows his eyes, then replies stating dundee noticed the knife on his belt, and why did he ask if he left it behind when he already knew where it was, and of COURSE he should tell someone...carefully, as something potent enough to block even a therianthrope's sense of smell could easily revolutionize…
alex: he asked if he dropped a hunting knife while he was on the exeter and mentioned testing something - probably that scent neutralizer...which reminds me *he swipes out a reply asking exactly WHAT he was testing, as if alex didn't already know given the otherwise physical impossibility of him having no scent - yeah,…
not just clothing, the same thing happens with colors as well - colors that are considered as being part of a certain gender, like blue for men and pink for women, used to be the opposite in the past or had no gender association at all
(*sprays thread with plasmawerfer* apparently germans don't have their own word for plasma...or silo...or radar/sensor...they actually seem to not have quite a few of their own words for things)