Post by Hector J. Romilly on Apr 30, 2011 6:39:11 GMT -5
NOTE: Hector is not *IN* this thread, this is a set up with a recorded message for Xena to discover in his quarters, nothing more!
Hector had always intended to make Xena break in to his quarters. He knew that she would, when he'd joked about it before. Had the away mission not gone horridly wrong they would have played a flirtatious game of hide and seek almost. Anyone who buzzed at his door -- and there was no one else who ever did -- would receive a cheeky message.
"You're going to have to work for it," Hector's voice said glibly. "Come on, impress me."
He had coded the lock on the door so that it was riddled with twists and turns, but he didn't doubt that she could break them if she didn't allow herself to get frustrated by them. Hector didn't underestimate her, though. He half expected to find the door broken down or shot through with a phaser rifle.
Inside the lights were dimmed. Set in the middle of the room was one of Hector's acoustic guitars -- though he had many vintage ones that were hanging on the wall around the room. His quarters were odd -- he had taken no effort to customise the starfleet standard room, and yet it was like walking into Hector's brain. He had several in-progress projects set out. There were guitars and an old jukebox in the corner. He had several books on micro-engineering, physics, and advanced mathematics. He had taken to writing equations by hand on the walls, so plenty of them were scrawled over because he found it easier to stand back and look at a wall than to hunch over a tiny padd.
On a console next to the guitar was a video message. Hector appeared in it completely nude save for a bunch of flowers held in a crucial place. He grinned.
"Good morning, angel," he said, in a reference he was certain Xena would never get, "I hope you're looking for a challenge. The rewards will be... enormous." He glanced down at the bunch of flowers suggestively. "Pick up that guitar and play the music you'll find underneath it -- quickly, woman, I know you're distracted with all this --" he gestured at himself, and flashed a wicked grin "-- but I've been missing you all day, and you'd better come and find me."
He had no way of knowing what double meaning that phrase would have when he'd recorded it. The message ended. Under the guitar was the music for Classical Gas by Mason Williams. Hector had noticed the guitar in Xena's quarters. Something they had in common.
When played, the electronics in the room would respond and create a synchronised light show Hector had programmed. Romantic, but also functional -- eventually it would lead her into a con panel, where there was a riddle.
At night they come without being fetched, and by day they are lost without being stolen. What are they?
The entire thing led, eventually, to the astrometrics lab, where she would find the bunch of flowers -- but no Hector.
Hector had always intended to make Xena break in to his quarters. He knew that she would, when he'd joked about it before. Had the away mission not gone horridly wrong they would have played a flirtatious game of hide and seek almost. Anyone who buzzed at his door -- and there was no one else who ever did -- would receive a cheeky message.
"You're going to have to work for it," Hector's voice said glibly. "Come on, impress me."
He had coded the lock on the door so that it was riddled with twists and turns, but he didn't doubt that she could break them if she didn't allow herself to get frustrated by them. Hector didn't underestimate her, though. He half expected to find the door broken down or shot through with a phaser rifle.
Inside the lights were dimmed. Set in the middle of the room was one of Hector's acoustic guitars -- though he had many vintage ones that were hanging on the wall around the room. His quarters were odd -- he had taken no effort to customise the starfleet standard room, and yet it was like walking into Hector's brain. He had several in-progress projects set out. There were guitars and an old jukebox in the corner. He had several books on micro-engineering, physics, and advanced mathematics. He had taken to writing equations by hand on the walls, so plenty of them were scrawled over because he found it easier to stand back and look at a wall than to hunch over a tiny padd.
On a console next to the guitar was a video message. Hector appeared in it completely nude save for a bunch of flowers held in a crucial place. He grinned.
"Good morning, angel," he said, in a reference he was certain Xena would never get, "I hope you're looking for a challenge. The rewards will be... enormous." He glanced down at the bunch of flowers suggestively. "Pick up that guitar and play the music you'll find underneath it -- quickly, woman, I know you're distracted with all this --" he gestured at himself, and flashed a wicked grin "-- but I've been missing you all day, and you'd better come and find me."
He had no way of knowing what double meaning that phrase would have when he'd recorded it. The message ended. Under the guitar was the music for Classical Gas by Mason Williams. Hector had noticed the guitar in Xena's quarters. Something they had in common.
When played, the electronics in the room would respond and create a synchronised light show Hector had programmed. Romantic, but also functional -- eventually it would lead her into a con panel, where there was a riddle.
At night they come without being fetched, and by day they are lost without being stolen. What are they?
The entire thing led, eventually, to the astrometrics lab, where she would find the bunch of flowers -- but no Hector.
