IC:
As she awaited a response, Etain surveyed the room.. It was extremely functional, perhaps even comfortable. Etain mused about the nature of rooms and how each told a tale about its owner, or didn't. Many crew members brought bits of their lives and memories with them, and surrounded themselves with objects that reflected ther interests, and even their spirit. Others maintained a cold, clean, almost soulless environment..perhaps to remind themselves that they were not on a vacation cruise. This room...
--Deck 2 Quarters--
...this room, to the bewilderment of Etain (and likely any other sentient being who entered it) was undeniably...
pink. The walls had, of course, retained their original grey-and-white coloration (regulations preventing such substantial alterations unless necessary for a species' life-support conditions), but they were barely visible behind large sashes of pink and violet fabric. The bed in one corner of the room bore a pink bedspread with a pattern of white flowers upon it--almost more suited for a small child than a member of a ship's command staff. The decorations were well-coordinated, yet seemed somewhat
hasty, as if made on a whim by someone with too much spare time on their hands. The suspicion was borne out by a series of holo-image units set carefully on a violet table with pink stripes running across its flat surface--the images featured a number of individuals Etain did not recognize, along with (oddly enough) several...
revealing images of Lieutenant Pavlov. However, the color of the projector units clashed horribly with the almost gaudy color scheme--black, it seemed, did
not go well with all colors, as some design "experts" still insisted. In fact, upon further inspection, none of the various music players, weapons, or other equipment scattered around the room--"scattered" in the most literal sense--seemed to match its decor. Etain turned back around and discovered a piece of that equipment pointed directly at her face, its proximity blocking all of her view except for a glimpse of blond hair. A female voice, clearly used to command, barks out an order:
"Who are you, how did you get in here, and more importantly, give me one good reason I shouldn't shoot you where you stand?"
OOC: You should have everything you need now to guess who is here, but if not I'll reveal it next post.
