In the holo-deck
Hours later it seemed Caela woke refreshed and feeling like she had slept for days. And sore she realized when she rolled to sit up. Muscles she hadn't worked so hard and well for months were very aware of the workout they'd been given recently and protested her moving. Her stomach growled loudly and she laughed softly. "Computer, if it's not too much trouble is there a way to get food, real food in here? I could use some breakfast or whichever meal the time indicates. Preferably some fresh fruit and bread, maybe a bit of cheese as well if possible?"
She knew she'd have to wait a bit for the food, after all the computer would have to contact someone else to get it and bring it to her since she was locked inside and couldn't go get it herself.
As she looked around her she spotted the pyjama bottoms she discarded earlier and slid back into them, she rather liked the harem appearance they gave her and grinned. Taking in her surrounding she thought it was time for a change.
"Computer, lets get a little more creative with our scenery. I'd like people to play with I think...er, interact with. How about ancient Troy from the Iliad, just after Paris has brought Helen home with him and before the Greeks have arrived. I'd like to keep my stallion but lets make him white as a cloud and wing, my very own Pegasus. Hmmmmm, what am I forgetting? Oh! I know, new clothes again, this time lets go with the robes of an acolyte of Athena."
Caela laughed with delight as her wishes took form around her. A wavering of light and her pasture changed to Troy and people appeared seemingly out of nowhere surrounding her in the sudden crush of a busy city. Her clothes changed appearance to a snow white toga that left her right arm bare as if to easily grasp a weapon, on her hip was a short sword as befitted a priestess of the warrior goddess and around her left arm was a silver torque bearing the symbol of Athena, an owl.
When the stallion came flying down out of the sky toward her the people around her suddenly shrieked and scattered like vermin, seeking the first doorway they could find. Only she held her place and watched him land, a glowing smile on her face as he neared her and bumped her shoulder playfully. Reaching up she stroked the bridge of his nose lightly while the people watched her in awe from their hiding places.
Hours later it seemed Caela woke refreshed and feeling like she had slept for days. And sore she realized when she rolled to sit up. Muscles she hadn't worked so hard and well for months were very aware of the workout they'd been given recently and protested her moving. Her stomach growled loudly and she laughed softly. "Computer, if it's not too much trouble is there a way to get food, real food in here? I could use some breakfast or whichever meal the time indicates. Preferably some fresh fruit and bread, maybe a bit of cheese as well if possible?"
She knew she'd have to wait a bit for the food, after all the computer would have to contact someone else to get it and bring it to her since she was locked inside and couldn't go get it herself.
As she looked around her she spotted the pyjama bottoms she discarded earlier and slid back into them, she rather liked the harem appearance they gave her and grinned. Taking in her surrounding she thought it was time for a change.
"Computer, lets get a little more creative with our scenery. I'd like people to play with I think...er, interact with. How about ancient Troy from the Iliad, just after Paris has brought Helen home with him and before the Greeks have arrived. I'd like to keep my stallion but lets make him white as a cloud and wing, my very own Pegasus. Hmmmmm, what am I forgetting? Oh! I know, new clothes again, this time lets go with the robes of an acolyte of Athena."
Caela laughed with delight as her wishes took form around her. A wavering of light and her pasture changed to Troy and people appeared seemingly out of nowhere surrounding her in the sudden crush of a busy city. Her clothes changed appearance to a snow white toga that left her right arm bare as if to easily grasp a weapon, on her hip was a short sword as befitted a priestess of the warrior goddess and around her left arm was a silver torque bearing the symbol of Athena, an owl.
When the stallion came flying down out of the sky toward her the people around her suddenly shrieked and scattered like vermin, seeking the first doorway they could find. Only she held her place and watched him land, a glowing smile on her face as he neared her and bumped her shoulder playfully. Reaching up she stroked the bridge of his nose lightly while the people watched her in awe from their hiding places.