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holo-squad · 7 months

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Holoween Prompts

Only five days to go until we begin our week-long Holoween bash! (For details, see my pinned post!)

Would you like to write something or create some art for the week of ghostly holo-horror tales, but can't quite think of anything that would fit? Here are a few ideas to get your started!

The crew makes a pit stop at some far-flung trading station and Picard acquires an Ancient Artefact of Great Renown and Immeasurable Value (i.e. he's sweet-talked into paying way too much for an old piece of junk). Raffi decides it looks like a Ouija board and holds an impromptu sceance, since it's Halloween and all. Unfortunately, it turns out the artefact is not some harmless piece of junk but a highly sophisticated piece of technology that can mess up all kinds of computer code...

Rios is haunted by ghosts of his past and the holos decide to help him through it.

After a few gruelling months of close calls with hostile ships and diplomatic incidents, Steward digs through a database of ancient Earth customs to find something that might cheer up the crew's spirits. He lands on a tradition called a "Halloween Party", which may or may not end in disaster...

Emil has to patch up various participants of Elnor's "introduction to pumpkin carving (with a guest lecture by Emmet on the advantages and disadvantages of various types of knives)".

It's only been a year since Rios has had this holographic "crew" of his, and their relationship is strained, to say the least. When a computer glitch threatens to turn his Emergency Holograms into hollow, lifeless specters of their former selves, he has to decide how far he is willing to go to save them.

Enoch tries to create a corn maze on the holodeck. Things only get more convoluted from there.

Feel free to use any of these as straight-out prompts or modify them to your heart's content!

And if you don't have the time or spoons to create something new, remember: Holoween is an excellent time to practice a little bit of resurrection!

Simply post a link to a work you have already published or reblog some art and tag me, so I can find it and reblog it!

Let's all get ready for a very spooky Holoween!

#holoween2023 #star trek picard #star trek la sirena #holo squad #emil (emh)#enoch (enh)#mister hospitality (ehh)#steward (ehh)#emmet (eth)#ian (eeh)#we'll see if I actually manage to write something myself #might just be a list of more prompts and micro-fiction #but that's okay too #anything to celebrate our holos is welcome!#no matter how small!

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thefinalfrontpage · 7 months

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Fic cover for @jazzfic 's amazing and spooky contribution to Holoween 2023 run by @holo-squad

Friend Corn Wants to Play - jazzfic - Star Trek: Picard [Archive of Our Own]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Picard, Star Trek: La Sirena Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Emil | La Sirena’s Emergency Medical Hologram & Agnes Jurati Characters: Agnes Jurati, Emil | La Sirena’s Emergency Medical Hologram, Enoch | La Sirena’s Emergency Navigational Hologram, Cristóbal Rios Additional Tags: holoween, Holodecks & Holosuites (Star Trek), Mild Horror, Background Relationships, Gallows Humor Summary:

Fears are silly, right? But she has Emil on her side, so surely Agnes can face this one.

Written for holoween week run by @holo-squad

#@jazzfic #regionalpancakeedits #fanfic book covers #fic rec #agnes jurati #alison pill #emil (emh)#santiago cabrera #holoween #holoween2023

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highfunctioningflailgirl · 7 months

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I didn’t have the time (yet) to write anything new for Holoween, but since it’s okay to repost old stuff and I didn’t want to NOT post anything today, here’s a ficlet from my Whumptober 2020 series that may suit the bill. At least I think it’s got some spookiness along with some humor, and our holos once more save the day.

What’s A Whumpee Got To Do To Get Some Sleep Around Here?

Hollow-eyed, Rios crossed the bridge to drop into the pilot seat. From the corner of his eye, he saw the Hospitality Hologram shimmering away, but he was too tired to voice his chronic annoyance with that particular crew member, and he secretly had to admit that he was grateful for the cup of tar-black coffee he found steaming within reach. He took a sip of the scalding hot liquid, desperate for a caffeine kick.

“Got any sleep?”

Rios hadn’t even seen Raffi, slumped as she sat in the navigator’s seat. She swiveled around to him with hanging shoulders, her curls wilder than ever, the rings under her eyes so dark they looked like bruises.

“No,” Cris sighed. “You?”

It was a rhetorical question, really, and Raffi huffed, pointing at her face. “Do I look like I slept?”

Fact was, none of them had slept in three days - except for Picard, who was out like a light in his quarters after the EMH had insisted on dosing him with a narcotic, worried about the old man’s heart. Sleep deprivation, he’d lectured them, could kill, and Rios was starting to believe him. Only that he was close to killing someone. Anyone, honestly. After nearly seventy-two hours of being trapped, with an offline engine, in a cosmic phenomenon that was somehow affecting their brainwaves, Rios was suffering from a very short fuse.

The most enraging part: While Raffi, Picard and him - the only human crew members on board at the moment - were turning into zombies, the holograms remained completely unaffected. Bright-eyed, and bushy-tailed, they zipped through La Sirena’s decks, running system checks and analyzing scans and fiddling with the ship’s engine, driving Rios crazy with their limitless energy and chipper mood.

Too bad that a hologram didn’t die when you choked it with your bare hands.

Rios threw a murderous glance at Emmet, the hologram currently slumbering in his seat in front of the tactical controls. He was the worst to bear, falling asleep in an instant as soon as his code told him he was sitting and no hostile activity required him to be awake. Feet propped up on the console, head tipped back and mouth open, he was currently snoring obliviously. And as a hologram, he didn’t even need to sleep.

Rios’ fingers involuntarily curled into claws.

“What is the nature of your psychiatric emergency?”

The EMH had materialized beside him and, hands in his pockets, was studying him with professional concern.

“You heart rate is elevated, your blood pressure is climbing, and your cortisol output-”

“Deactivate!”

“But Captain, I am…”

“Deactivate!”

The hologram disappeared with an affronted poof.

“Nice,” Raffi commented sardonically, chin propped up on a weary arm. “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

Cris meant to roll his eyes, but it would worsen his headache, so he left it. Scrubbing his hand across his face, he tried to knit a clear string of thoughts together in his increasingly unreliable brain.

“We need to get away from here, Raff,” he said darkly.

She blinked tiredly. “I know.”

And it was true. What had felt like a weird anomaly three days ago - their impulse and warp drive dying suddenly, then the insomnia - had escalated into a dangerous crisis. In spite of incessant work, they hadn’t been able to bring the engines back online, and they didn’t need the EMH’s lectures to point out the consequences of sleep deprivation. They felt them.

Physical exhaustion was the least of it. Cris could get past the headache, the soreness, the nausea and the dizziness. But the tricks the insomnia played on his mind were an altogether different thing. He could no longer concentrate on anything for more than a few minutes, and his short term memory had gone to fritz. It was bad enough that the tiredness was affecting his eyesight, causing the EMH to suggest reading glasses and almost getting his programming wiped by an infuriated Cris. But now he was starting to see things.

Hallucinations. They were a well-known but nevertheless deeply disturbing side-effect, and Cris, all too familiar with the phenomenon from his breakdown after the Ibn Majid disaster, was once more stalked by demons he thought he’d laid to rest. Captain Vandemeer had visited him in his quarters when he’d been staring into the darkness last night, sleepless, but too exhausted to remain on his feet. The top of his head gone, blood and brain matter dripping from the ceiling, Vandemeer had looked at Cris with opaque eyes, and it had taken half a bottle of Pisco to make him disappear.

Rios punched a button on his holographic controls.

“Ean!” He barked. “Status report!”

“We’re still offline, Cap’n,” came the instant reply. “But Enoch thinks he may be on to something. There’s a pattern of sub-photon waves that seems to be targeting the temperature sensors with galandrion radiation, effectively-”

“Only the bottom line, Ean,” Cris cut him off. His brain had shot down after “sub-photon waves”, unable to process anything more complicated than a spaghetti recipe.

“Bottom line?” Ean repeated. “We’re working on it, Cap’n.”

“What Ean means,” Enoch picked up, flickering into existence on the bridge with an avid expression, “is that we think we’re close to solving the problem. Now, if the scan check that I reprogrammed to include sub-photonic and pseudo nano-neurologic patterns reveals that not only the temperature sensors but also the newtonian reverse weight-speed effect of-”

“Callate!”Cris shot up from his seat. “Shut the fuck- Jesus!”

He’d closed up to the ENH in two strides, right fist pulled back to punch, and he’d managed to rein himself in only at the very last moment. He shook out his arms, trembling, trying to get rid of the tension and the shock he felt at his near loss of control.

Eyebrows raised in innocent wonder, Enoch cocked his head.

“Captain?” he asked kindly. “Would you like me to re-activate Emil? I am sure he could provide you with a sedative, if you’d like.”

Rios shot around again, blood boiling. All of a sudden, the bridge’s ambient lights felt too bright, and the cluster of stars visible through the panoramic window seemed to move forward, speeding up, threatening to attack and swallow La Sirena.

“Emmet!” Cris yelled. “Deflector shields!”

The ETH jerked awake and blinked at his screens in confusion. “Que? No veo nada.”

Raffi had gripped the arms of her seat and was looking at Rios in alarm.

“Babe,” she said anxiously and got up. “There’s nothing out there. You have to… Here.” She grabbed his arm and tried to lead him back to his chair. “Here, sit down.”

“What?!”

Rios glared at her. Raffi’s face looked strange all of a sudden. It… reshaped. Her hair shrank back into her skull, getting shorter, smoother… white. Her skin brightened, nose widening, her eyes morphing from brown to blue. Stubble appeared, and her clothes… his clothes… a Starfleet uniform with a captain’s badge.

“Sit down, son.”

Vandemeer. Intact, smiling paternally, he gently led Rios to his seat and sat him down.

Then, still smiling, he lifted a phaser, put it in his mouth and pulled the trigger.

Rios screamed, and he was still screaming when the EMH put a hypospray to his neck and cut his strings.

XXX

“Coffee, babe?”

Rios blinked a veil of deep sleep from his eyes. When his vision sharpened, he saw Raffi’s hand in front of him, balancing a cup that smelled of heaven.

He sat up and stretched before he took the coffee, looking around his cabin. He felt rested, and, to his surprise, he heard the familiar hum of La Sirena’s impulse drive propelling the ship through space at cruising speed.

“We’re back online?”

“Yes. Three days ago.”

“Three days ago?!” Rios almost spilled his coffee. “How long was I out?”

Raffi smiled, but there was an uncomfortable edge to it. “Three and a half days.”

“Dios.”

He racked his brain, memory creeping back in. Memory - and shame. Scratching his beard, he looked at Raffi with unease.

“It was pretty bad, huh?”

“Pretty.” She nodded. Then she placed her hand on his arm and rubbed it gently. “But you weren’t the only one. I cracked a few hours after Emil put you out. He says I was trying to open the cargo hatch to take a walk.”

Cris lifted astonished brows. “Good idea.”

Raffi’s worried face softened into a chuckle. “Not one of my best. I’m glad your holos were there to stop me. They’re not entirely useless, you know?”

“Right.” Cris smirked. God, he hadn’t felt this rested in ages. “Not entirely. But please don’t go and tell them I agreed with you on that. Enoch will never stop rubbing it under my nose.”

As if on cue, the EMH materialised at the foot of Rios’ bed.

“Captain Rios,” he said. “I am pleased to see you awake! And your brain waves have returned to a normal pattern. Now, if I could ask you to meet me in sickbay for a thorough scan of your neural-”

“Deactivate!”

Raffi smiled as the hologram begrudgingly dissolved.

“You ready to come back to the bridge, Captain?” she asked Rios, the twinkle back in her eyes. “Or do you need more sleep?”

Cris swung his legs from the bed.

“Sleep is overrated,” he said sardonically and headed off to take a shower.

#holoween2023 #star trek picard #emil (emh)#enoch (enh)#ian (eeh)#emmet (eth)#holosquad #always team la sirena #cristobal rios #raffi musiker

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lemissingmask · 2 years

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[ID: Sketch of Cris Rios' EMH Emil surfing on a swivel chair on wheels. He has removed his long coat for the exercise, has his arms out for balance, and is looking with concentration ahead of himself. End ID]

Gift for @procrastinatorproject

#star trek picard #star trek #cristobal rios #emil (emh)#my holo art #emil taking his scheduled relaxation time in the day

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blue250604 · 1 year

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Well that’s it, I’ve finished the disaster fic that was Seven and Rios’s epic night out at a casino - “Take Seven with you…”.

Title: Chapter 4 “How it ended…”

Summary: “A hungover Rios and Seven have one last thing to do… explain to Raffi just what the hell happened last night?”

Please read and review and I say again…. WE WERE ROBBED!

#star trek picard #seven of nine #raffi musiker #seven x raffi #ao3 #raffi x seven #fan fiction #fanfic #star trek picard fan fiction #star trek fan fiction #cristobal rios #star trek #agnes jurati #emh emil #star trek picard fanfic #sevenraffispinoff #fan fic #screw you terry Matalas

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raffaelamusiker · 1 year

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Favourite Picard Character Bracket Poll

So I’ve been meaning to make a Picard bracket for months now and it’s finally here! We’re looking for your favourite character from the series and we’ve gone across all three seasons.

(See under cut for past rounds)

Round Five (FINAL):

1. Raffi Musiker v Seven

Round Four (Semi-Finals):

1. Raffi Musiker v Sidney La Forge

2. Seven v Laris

Round Three (Quarter-Finals):

1. Raffi Musiker v Elnor

2. Young Guinan v Sidney La Forge

3. Seven v Cristobal Rios

4. Laris v Liam Shaw

Round Two:

1. Raffi Musiker v Agnes Jurati

2. Elnor v Narissa

3. Young Guinan v T’Veen

4. Tallinn v Sidney La Forge

5. Seven v Hugh

6. Jean-Luc Picard v Cristobal Rios

7. Soji v Laris

8. Liam Shaw v Alandra La Forge

Round One:

1. Raffi Musiker v Kestra

2. Agnes Jurati v Enoch (ENH)

3. Elnor v Emil (EMH)

4. Narissa v Dr Ohk

5. Kore v Young Guinan

6. T’Veen v Renee Picard

7. Altan Soong v Tallinn

8. Sidney La Forge v Emmett (ETH)

9. Seven v Teresa

10. Hugh v Matthew Mura

11. Jean-Luc Picard v Kova Esmar

12. Narek v Cristobal Rios

13. Soji v Borgati

14. Laris v Mr Hospitality (EHH)

15. Liam Shaw v Ian (EEH)

16. Alandra La Forge v Bjayzl

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talvenhenki · 1 year

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Because Star Trek: Picard Season 1 still lives in my heart :^)

#Personal whispering #Poll #Polls #Star Trek #Star Trek Picard #Choose your fighter

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regionalpancake · 1 year

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#yes there is only one mobile emitter because reasons #holosquad #holo-squad #holo squad #emil (emh)#Emmet (ETH)#ian (eeh)#Enoch (enh)#mister hospitality #steward (ehh)#santiago cabrera #star trek picard #Picard season 1

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jazzfic · 1 year

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“Rest and be kind to yourself.” Emil stood at the end of the bed, looking as though a grave error had been made in its being occupied again and so soon. And that the error was somehow his. “Please,” he added gently. “If nothing else, promise me you will try.”

#star trek picard #emil (emh)#holo squad #just a little something I don’t know what #when you need a hologram

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procrastinatorproject · 6 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Picard, Star Trek: La Sirena Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ian | La Sirena's Emergency Engineering Hologram & Emil | La Sirena's Emergency Medical Hologram Characters: Ian | La Sirena's Emergency Engineering Hologram, Emil | La Sirena's Emergency Medical Hologram Additional Tags: Holo-Technology, Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, (if you can call it that when the sick person is in fact a hologram), Post-Season/Series 01, Slice of Life Series: Part 2 of Bed Rest

After their harrowing adventures and crash on Coppelius, Ian tries to do some much-needed maintenance on La Sirena's systems. However, Emil has different ideas about which systems should be prioritized.

If you were around for my brief bout of daily writing at the end of last year/beginning of this year, this story will probably be familiar. It’s one of the four-to-five I wrote based off a prompt from this promptlist that @jazzfic sent me. But I thought it was time to finally post it Officially, with a title and beta-reading and formatting and All Of The Things.

I hope this little holo heart-to-heart will bring you some joy (and remind you to take care of yourselves, because you are important and deserve to be well!)

#star trek picard #star trek la sirena #ian (eeh)#emil (emh)#holo squad #and of course:#la sirena #hurt/comfort #mostly comfort honestly #i love these hyper-competent idiots SO MUCH #lili's writing adventures #maintenance #bed rest

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nie-narzekam · 2 years

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Holo Hand Fest… and Emil.

#I still miss them so nothing new here #santi hand fest #hand santi tizer #holo squad #emmet (eth)#enoch (enh)#ian (eeh)#steward (ehh)#emil (emh)#santiago cabrera #star trek la sirena

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holo-squad · 8 months

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Announcing: Holoween 2023

As October progresses and autumn has firmly arrived in these parts of the world, Halloweeen is fast approaching. It is the perfect opportuninty to celebrate La Sirena's intrepid quintet of Emergency Holograms with a wonderful pun -- and a last-minute mini-event to match!

Do you have a spooky tale set on La Sirena that features the holograms somehow? Maybe some meta about their preferred costumes or fanart of the same? A story where the EH's need to dress up to save the day?

Then this is your opportunity! On the 31st of October and the week following (until 6th November), post your story, art, meta, or whatever else you might come up with and tag them as #holoween2023 or tag this blog so I can find them and reblog them here!

If you already made some art in years prior or have a fic you wrote a while ago that would fit the brief, feel free to reblog or repost it and tag this blog! What better time than Holoween to practice some resurrection?

Since we're all probably busy with the various -tobers we're participating in and Halloween is only two weeks away (most of which I will be too busy with school to coordinate an Official Fest™), there are no sign-ups or minimum requirements.

Wrote a spooky hologram drabble? Post it on the 31st! Got a post that simply has a list of the holos and the costumes you imagine they'd wear? Tag it as #holoween2023! 8k fic you wrote three years ago? We'd love to give that a read!

Any work you think would fit and you'd like to share, simply get it ready to post/reblog between the 31st October and 6th November, tag this blog, and I'll reblog them all here!

If you have any questions or you do want to "sign up" so that I can remind you about posting closer to the time, just shoot me a message!

I will create a collection on AO3 and edit this post to share the link as soon as I have it. The AO3 collection can be found here! It's open to new and older works alike, and if you don't want to add your fanwork to the collection but would still like me to reblog it as part of Holoween2023, that's absolutely fine, too! Just tag me in the post so I can find it.

Let's get ready for a Happy (and spooky) Holoween!

#holoween2023 #star trek picard #star trek la sirena #holo squad #la sirena's emergency holograms #emil (emh)#enoch (enh)#emmet (eth)#steward (ehh)#mister hospitality (ehh)#ian (eeh)

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