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<span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><div style="color: rgb(80, 0, 80);"><div><div style="color: rgb(80, 0, 80);"><div style="color: rgb(80, 0, 80);">The Holosuite was alive with Orchestra music. Marcus found himself with is eyes closed, perched on a seat towards the back of the<span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);">Royal <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background-color: transparent;"><span><span><span><span><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1268512139_0">Albert Hall</span></span></span></span></span></span></span> circa 1950. The orchestra below was playing well and it was successfully working at relaxing him. He wasn't paying full attention to the rhythms and musical interlude; in fact he was running through a list of Vulcan 'verbs' and 'pronouns', the music just helped him remember them and continued to embed them in his memory. Unknown to him he had
forgotten to set the Holodeck to 'in use' and might be interrupted at any moment.<br>
<br></div>< corridor outside the holosuite><br><br> Kat was looking forward to some much needed down time though she'd have preferred that it be spent making amends with a certain <span><span><span><span><span><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1268512139_1">Lieutenant</span></span></span></span></span></span>. Sighing softly she hadn't seen that the holosuite was occupied when she stepped inside and looked about. She was quite startled at the sight. <br>
<br>As Kat stepped inside Marcus was disrupted from his thinking by the holographic door appearing mid stage. His body gave a slight start as he all but jumped from his seat and then burst into rich laughter at the look ON Kat's face. "Ah....Lieutenant Wilkinson" A grin despite the thoughtful revelry that had only just dispersed. "<span style="background-color: transparent;"><span>Computer freeze</span></span> program." A look back to the doctor, his eyes sheepish, "What brings you here?" An arm gesturing expansively to the frozen auditorium.<br>
<br></div></div> Kat jumped at the sound of the laughter. "Pardon me Commander, I didn't know the holosuite was in use." she said. "And actually I was hoping I'd find another member of the crew here." she explained. "forgive me for disturbing you." she said politely. She hadn't really had much of a chance to interact with him other than on a couple of occasions. "so.....any more trouble with that eye?" she asked remembering when she'd first met him. <br>
<br></div>Marcus looked taken aback for a moment then remembered his ocular implant, a hand faintly moving up to touch his <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"><span><span><span><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1268512139_2">eye lid</span></span></span></span></span>, "Ah, no, which is a good thing, though I should get it checked up due to all the radiation we encountered. Just in case." He smiled, "So, do you listen much to orchestra? Are you from Earth?" He too now realized how little he knew this doctor.<br>
<br> "well feel free to stop by sick bay anytime and have either myself or doctor Blake check it out for you" she told him smiling back at him. She looked around the room curiously "orchestra? you mean like classical music?" she asked as she turned her emerald gaze back to him. "I was born on a starship but yes I'm more or less from Earth. </span><div>
<font color="#333333" face="arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div></div></div><font color="#333333" face="arial, sans-serif"><span><span><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1268512139_3">Saladin</span></span></span> gave a nod, "As much as I loath my medical visits I will come by later this week. Scouts honor!" A slight tilt of the head before he added, "Yes, classical music, modern, but this is still my favorite setting. This and Michael Angelo's chapel. Have you ever seen the art work there? And it was created hundreds of years before its time. A true masterpiece." He stood and walked towards her, "Have you ever been a fan of art Lieutenant Wilkinson?"<br>
</font><div><span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br> Kat giggled a bit when he mentioned loathing medical visits."wasn't your last medical visit at least a little more pleasant?" she teased she'd done what she could to set his mind at ease when she made the adjustments to his implant."you know we doctors make the worst patients of all, if you doubt that just ask Cait how I was under her care." she added with a slight wink. She thought for a moment of the few places on earth that she'd been.Thomas had always promised her that someday they'd go back to earth and do some traveling other than in space. "I enjoy works of art yes especially if you're talking the works of Monet or Da Vinci." she said. "I've heard of Michelangelo's work and seen only faded photographs of it." she told him. "wasn't it called the Sistine chapel?"she asked proving she knew a little about art. <br>
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br></span></div></div></div><div><span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Marcus smiled, "Yes, the Sistine Chapel...I've visited it personally only on one occasion, but I have constructed a holographic program for it. Monet and <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"><span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"><span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1268512139_4">Da Vinci</span></span></span>, incredible, though I must confess that I know more about Da Vinci's thoughts that are of a scientific nature."</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Kat gave Marcus a smile. "Wow impressive....I've always wanted to see that, maybe you could perhaps show me some time?" she asked. "Yes Da Vinci did lean more towards the scientific in nature but his best known works are the <span><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1268512139_5">Last Supper</span></span> and the <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"><span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1268512139_6">Mona Lisa</span></span>." she added. <br>
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"So, was there a particular program you were hoping to participate in? My learning here is done, and the suite is yours."<br><br></div>"Well not particularly as I'd said I was hoping to catch up with another member of the crew I'd grown quite close to.....that is up until Cug...." she paused at the name taking a breath to remain calm. "til the incident in sickbay with Cugino." she told him. "he and I would meet here and adventure into the world of <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"><span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1268512139_7">Robin Hood</span></span> as it were." she explained. "Oh and you may call me Kat, save the formality for when it's really needed." She said with a smile. </span></div>
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<div class="im" style="color: rgb(80, 0, 80);">Marcus smiled slightly, "Kat it is then." He quirked a brow in an incredibly Vulcan manner at the mention of Robin Hood. "I often adventure in Medieval era holo programs. Robin Hood would fit that theme I'm sure. I usually ask the Captain to join me and though I don't have the time right now to enthusiastically throw myself into it, you're welcome to join me the next time I venture into one of them."<br>
<br></div></div>Kat raised a brow briefly scanning Marcus' frame getting a mental image perhaps. "Oh? and just what do your adventures entail?" she asked curiously. "who knows one of these days I might just take you up on that offer." she said grinning wryly.</div>
<div><br></div><div>"My adventures" he coughed "Entail stacked odds, little chance of success, and many many foe." He walked towards her now, preparing to exit the Holo Suite, "And you should join us one time, it's a great work out."</div>
<div><br><br>Kat chewed her lower lip pondering for a moment "well like I said I'll give it some thought." she told him as she watched him prepare to exit. Having not achieved catching a certain lieutenant she prepared to leave herself. "don't let me interrupt you, stay and enjoy your music I'll see if I can catch up with who I was looking for some other time." she said as she turned on her heels. "was nice seeing you again commander." she added and then exited the holodeck.<br><br>---Respectfully submitted-----<br><br>LtCmdr. Marcus Saladin<br>Operations Manager <br>USS VimyRidge<br><br>&<br><br>LtCmdr, Katerina Wilkinson <br>Medical Officer<br>USS VimyRidge<br></div><div></div></span></div></div></td></tr></table><br>