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Back on the Unreliable, the brief joy gained from the chicken tenders story had run its course, with Johannah now sitting in the mess hall, back to feeling sad about missing the lives of her crew members aboard the Excelsior. Johannah wondered what she could do to help mitigate this when she spotted Devoid entering the mess hall. The hedgehog seemed to notice the ewe and went up to her.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” He asks.
Johannah raises a hand “Not really, I’m just thinking about the past… and stuff.” She seems shy, not knowing what to do or say to Devoid.
Devoid, seeing her like this, sits across from her, and looks at her, and says “Hey, do you want something to do? I got a few things we can try or even talk about.”
She looks up at him, nodding in silence.
He gets up with her, ready to show her a fun activity that would hopefully lift her spirits.
The 2 of them make their way to the Tranquillity Lounge, which was on the rim of the saucer on Deck 3.
“Welcome to the Tranquillity Lounge, Johannah. It’s where we spend a lot of our free time if we don’t have anything to do. I helped gather a lot of these things. It’s quite hard to find pre-World War 3 items that aren’t in a museum, yknow?” Devoid states as the 2 enter the room.
Johannah looked around in awe, this area was a lot more decorated than what she had on the Excelsior.
“So, what do you want to do? Play a game? Watch a movie? Have something to eat? The choice is yours, Johannah.” Devoid states, walking around the room.
Johannah looks over the game collection, all the consoles, as well as the movies. She spots a film that appeals to her by its name alone. She pulls it out. “Can we watch this one, ‘Forrest Gump’?”
Devoid looks at Johannah, confused. “Forrest Gump? That film? I didn’t really like it, I'm gonna be honest.” Devoid replied, shrugging.
She puts the movie away and pulls out another movie that piques her interest. “How do you ‘Die Hard’?” She asks “Is that a condition or an effect?”
“It’s a Christmas movie, you’re a bit late in watching it.” Devoid states bluntly.
Johannah was baffled, looking at the cover and wondering what it had to do with Christmas. “What.” Johannah states, her eyes wide.
“I’ve explained this to Sally, the whole reason the plot happens is because John McClane is going home to see his family for Christmas. No Christmas, no reason for him to be there.” Devoid explains.
Johannah looks at him like he is insane, asking “Does he get there and is there a thing where he saves Christmas?” She asks, very confused on how an action movie is a Christmas movie.
“Watch the movie around Christmas time to find out. But just put it away for now.” Devoid states, not wanting to cause an argument that lasts 7 centuries.
Johannah searches again, picking up a movie that has the most bat shine stimulating cover. “Spaceballs? Is that an option?” she asks, holding it up to Devoid.
“It’s… An option. Certainly better than those doltish Star Wars films. It’s just… Ugh, I won’t go on. It’s essentially a fantasy story with space racism.” Devoid states, not wanting to talk about Star Wars.
Johannah looks at Devoid, wanting to speak up, but begins to put it back, looking scared and afraid.
“Nononono! Spaceballs is fine. Unlike that other film, it’s somewhat funny. Even if Breezie says otherwise.” Devoid states, not wanting to make her upset.
Johannah takes the film out again, looking at it. She opens the case to find a Blu-Ray copy of the Movie she selected. She takes the disk, and puts it into a Xbox One they have on board.
After the movie, the 2 mobians just simply stared at the screen, both somewhat baffled. Johannah raises a finger, still looking at the screen “I get how it would be good… what did I just witness?”
Devoid sighed. “Believe me, I thought the same. I’ve just gotta feel bad for the guy with a weak connection to the Schwartz. His must be rather sad and floppy.” Devoid states.
“I was more interested in ludicrous speed, how fast even is ludicrous speed?” Johannah asks.
“Closest thing I can think of is Transwarp, but we can keep our artificial gravity on.” Devoid answers.
“You have a functioning Transwarp drive?! How?” Johannah asks.
“Long story.” Devoid states, not wanting to get into it.
Johannah looks at some other things in the room, noticing some drawing utensils and paper. “Want to draw?” She asks the needlemouse beside her.
Devoid smirks slightly. “I’m not much of an artist, y’know?” He states, heading to the table where they were stationed.
She sits down, getting some paper and pencils, looking out the window at the Fleet Museum and the many ships surrounding it. She looks at the USS Light of Man-A and begins doodling it. The rather round shape of the ship made it rather easy to doodle. She looks at what Devoid is doodling, hoping it’s something cool, only to find the hedgehog tapping the pencil on the side of his noggin, not knowing what to doodle. She picks up another paper, and begins doodling again.
Devoid glances out the window and sees the ship he and Wally visited, the legendary NX-01 Enterprise. Devoid immediately got to doodling, drawing the distinguished starship that forged history as it went.
Johannah would look up again, seeing Devoid doodle the NX Class ship. Jo keeps her doodle hidden, feeling a bit of fear as she expresses her emotions through her drawing.
Devoid, however, is curious about what she is hiding. He raises upwards to catch a glance at Johannah’s paper, wondering what she’s drawing. The drawing is of a pink, TV-headed, feline robot with a butcher’s knife, looking in nullified pleasure at a victim. The victim being a cow mobian reaching up for hope that they will never get, as the robot already has the cleaver up for a decapitation.
Johannah quickly hides it after she notices him peeking over her shoulder. “I-I-I’m sorry. I-I’m so sorry. I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She curls up into a ball after backing away from Devoid. She shivers, tearing up “D-Don’t take me! I don’t w-wanna go! I don’t wanna go to that room! Please!”
Devoid’s eyes widen, rushing to Johannah with concern. “What’s going on? Are you alright? Should I get the Doctor here?” He asks, genuinely worried for the Mobian Ewe.
She shivers, cuddled up and shivering in fear and panic. “G-Good meat! I-I’m a good m-meat! I don’t wanna die!”
Devoid was confused and was about to ask the Medical Hologram to turn up… only for said Hologram to waltz through the doors and see Johannah in this unhealthy state.
“Devoid, what happened to Johannah?” The EMH asks.
“I don’t know, she’s talking about being ‘good meat’... What dark period is she from?” Devoid asks as Johannah panics.