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I’ve seen a lotta weird stuff in my time on Enterprise, but the Barge might just take the cake. This isn’t really anything like I’d expected it to be. Of course, I’m not really sure what I did expect it to be, but this sure isn’t it. It’s definitely gonna take some gettin’ used to, but I guess I don’t have a lotta choice or anything. I’m not sure the Admiral’d appreciate me chickening out only a coupla days in, and I’m definitely not plannin’ on throwin’ in the towel anyways. I’ve got a deal ta follow through on.

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Funny thing is, now that I think about it, I don’t really remember actually makin’ the deal. Or more like, I don’t remember meetin’ the Admiral. I know why I’m here, I’m just not quite sure how it happened. Is that normal?

Anyways. I'm Commander Charles Tucker, former Chief Engineer on board the starship Enterprise. Everyone calls me Trip.

... I don't suppose there's any chance of getting to check out the engines on this thing?

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[Well, Trip's pretty impressed. It's definitely not a hologram, although part of him wouldn't be surprised if it turned out it was the technology he'd seen on the Xyrillian ship years ago. Still, the swamp looks pretty realistic, and he'd be lying if he didn't say it was pretty cool to know he could come up here whenever he wanted and get a bit of the American south there.] You come up here that often?

[She's never been to the American south before, so she's actually all kinds of intrigued with the sight, and lets the door close behind her, curious.] No, I don't. Only occasionally. Apparently, bayous are not beyond its capabilities.

Wonder how it feels about beaches. [Plots, Trip has them.]

If it can create a bayou, I'm certain it can create a beach. [Eyebrow. He's not gonna make palm trees, is he.]

[But palm trees are awesome! :c] So, where's our next stop?

[Fff. :|] There is a pool, a spa, and a pub one deck below, as well as a garden, and I believe a green house. [She's heading for the door again, taking one last look at the bayou.]

[And he'll just be following right behind you.] Anything interestin' in there, or just boring stuff from Earth?

[And that gets a curious head tilt.] I'm not certain. I haven't been inside. [She glances back at him.] I received a plant from Vulcan, and one from Gallifrey over the holidays, however.

[That gets her a curious headtilt of his own.] How'd they manage that? I mean, I doubt the Barge stopped over at Vulcan for a coupla days for shore leave or somethin'.

[...Great now she has to explain. T'Pol just presses her lips together for a moment.] Over the course of December, many of us were compelled to write letters to Santa. On what I believe was Christmas morning, many of the requested gifts were left under a large tree in the mess hall.

[Sorry T'Pol. He's chuckling again.] I can't believe I missed out on writin' ta Santa.

[She's getting all huffy in that...not exactly huffy way of hers.] It's somewhat less idealistic when you're all but forced to.

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