Data from TNG standing in front of computers, he's looking just off from the camera. Text to the right reads: Throughout the ages ... poets have composed odes to individuals who have had profound effect on their lives. In keeping with that tradition I have written my next poem in honour of my cat. Data, TNG S6E5 Schisms

Written by Kelly Whyte. Find Kelly on RPGTrader, itch.io, and DriveThruRPG

 

I was a late convert to Star Trek. I started with Deep Space 9 (DS9) before branching out into the other ‘mid-Trek’ series, including The Next Generation (TNG) and Voyager, and occasionally into New Trek, like Discovery or Lower Decks. There’s a lot of Trek, and while I vigorously fight being labelled a Trekkie, I probably should give in to the inevitable at this stage.

 

TNG is, for better or for worse, the definitive Star Trek series. It is dominant in the public consciousness, rivalled only by the original series, and almost all subsequent entries have been, in one way or another, a rebuttal to or continuation of TNG. DS9 was the dark underbelly of TNG’s utopia, Voyager transplanted the ethos of TNG to the frontier, even Enterprise tied itself to TNG with its infamous ending. Despite this, there’s been an aspect of TNG, a well-known and often mocked aspect, that tends to be overlooked when we talk about the setting’s utopia.

 

Ode to Spot

Felis catus is your taxonomic nomenclature,
An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature;
Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses
Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses.

I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
A singular development of cat communications
That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.

A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents;
You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
And when not being utilized to aid in locomotion,
It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.

O Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display
Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.

[Editors note: Embedding the video was not working, so please follow this link to get the full experience of Data’s rendition!]

 

The performing arts occupy a prominent position in TNG. Pick an episode at random and there’s a decent chance that you’ll see the crew rehearsing a play, performing a concert, or reciting poetry. Frame of Mind blurs the lines between fiction and reality as Riker descends into the world of a play he’s rehearsing. Data’s poetry night is the intro of the suspense episode Schism. Riker’s struggles to play the fictional song Night Bird on his trombone are part of the episode Second Chances; his struggles with the Chet Baker song Night Bird are sadly undocumented. 

 

Despite the ubiquity, it’s only occasionally that these performances command the A-, or even the B-plot of an episode.The works portrayed tend toward the classics (Shakespeare, Sherlock Holmes, Beethoven, Bach, etc.) for the simple reason that they’re in the public domain. Don’t worry, hold your high-school English class flashbacks; it’s not the content I find aspirational but the crew.

 

None of the TNG bridge crew were ever professional performers, for whatever utility the word ‘professional’ has in a post-scarcity utopia. Yet most of them take turns performing whatever talents they have and the reaction of their crewmates is almost uniformly positive. It is not uniformly uncritical however; in Schism, for instance, Geordi outlines to Data where his poetry comes up short and how he might improve, Crusher pushes Riker hard in rehearsing his part in Frame of Mind, and Picard’s critique is invited as Data seeks to understand Prospero in Emergence. The feedback is never given unkindly, but honestly when it is invited.

 

For us poor fools not yet living under fully automated luxury gay space communism, this strikes me as an aspirational situation. One where we’re not mere ‘consumers’ or critics, but active participants in the arts. So many things in the modern world hold us back from being creative; time, expense, lack of opportunity. These are difficult barriers to remove.

 

But there is perhaps one that’s in our control, and that’s how we treat those who do take the plunge and show us their art. I’m not suggesting we become mealy mouthed in our critiques, or give harmful tropes a free pass. But rather that we strive to be worthy members of a community that encourages people, regular people, to make, show, and grow their own art.

 

In the ttrpg space, we’re quite lucky in that our tables are theatres, each of us having the opportunity to be performer, author, audience and designer. To make creative choices, take creative risks, no matter how small. We are moved from consumer to creator, in playful collaboration with other creatives. No matter how proscriptive the system, there will inevitably be some space for the people around the table to create.

 

In subsequent Trek series, these performances are often absent. DS9 had visiting performers, but it’s rare that the bridge crew put themselves out there. Voyager has some, but there is a mean streak to them, such as when they plot a yellow alert to get out of the Doctor sharing his photography. It suits Voyager’s concept of a divided crew, with its incomplete integration of the Maquis members, or as another reminder of the stresses the stranded crew are under. 

 

Lower Decks is perhaps when performances are at their next most prominent after TNG, though even then they’re often fodder for jokes at the performer’s expense. Captain Freeman’s scat jazz performances or Lieutenant Bingston’s one-man shows are punchlines, in-universe they are treated tests of endurance and the character’s facade of civility rather than artistic expressions. Entire episodes of Lower Decks are still dedicated to characters’ artistic expression, most notably the Crisis Point episodes, but these tend towards just the small group of main characters, the community element is largely absent. 

 

While each of these series may have made the right choice for their own stories and tone, they are nevertheless stepping away from the aspirational and towards our mundane reality. We move away from a community of free self-expression and improvement back towards one that mocks and cringes at the imperfect efforts of those around us. TNG remains unique, the only time so far we have seen such an artistic community exist in the Trek universe. Despite its rarity, I personally prefer to think this is the way things are in the broader Trek universe, at least in this period. 

 

Certainly, the other series have means of the characters expressing themselves; Pike and Sisko do so through cooking, O’Brian and Bashir explore holodeck programs together, and one of the best episodes of DS9 has the crew bonding as a team over baseball. I don’t mean to discount those or suggest they have no importance for the characters or the audience. But TNG’s focus on the performing arts is the one that best exemplifies a vision for a place for creative community in humanity’s future.

 

Transporters and warp drives might be out of our reach for the time being. But we relate to the arts, to performing, and to the people who perform are already within our control. For all of us who enjoy Trek and want to see its utopian vision become a reality, this is a step we can all take.

A picture of four people sitting at a table with microphones in front of them, laughing. An audience of people sit facing them, their backs to the camera.

 

Written by Rosella Hart. Cross-posted on the Downtime Activites site. Downtime Activities is a live D&D game in Dunedin on the last Sunday of the month. The next session is on Sunday 26th July, 6pm. Get tickets here.

 

Monday 22nd June

The third show of our (hopefully ongoing) live campaign is on in 6 days. We have 3 actors, a rotating guest spot, a musican and a DM playing for a live audience once a month in sunny Ōtepoti / Dunedin, South Island, New Zealand.

Holy sh*t bookings are low. SIngle figures low. Worried. 

I have to revisit an exit strategy if no one turns up this week and next month. Crunch worst case numbers and plan B on how to keep this going / online / oneshots etc. Urg. Must keep remembering I knew winter would be hard, audiences hibernate down here. Past me set this up as a deliberate trial by fire; get funding to float the hardest time of year and see if there was a group hardcore enough to keep turning up for it. Better to know now than 8 months in.

As well as the usual to-do list – do all the stuff for Matariki firepit (bucket, blanket, extinguisher, poker, what am I forgetting??) Collect sticks for marshmallows BEFORE the weekend. Mental image of running around the town belt like a lunatic collecting sticks, 60 mins before the show. Cackling witch insanity. 

This week I have Shihad’s General Electric on repeat in the car for school drop off. This is speaking to me today:

And it’s always such an effort to believe

In what you want to be

I take a leather pouch when I go out

There’s no money in it

I’m starting to see the pattern of the month, the week before the show feels like a terrible scramble no matter how much I think I’ve done. My hopes to get a better podcast recording up of our last show before now have been dashed by my own technical ineptitude. Haha. A frustratingly intermittent buzz on the night in the recording, and everything I try makes something else go a bit wrong, like a kid mixing all the paint to make a rainbow, and ending up with Disappointment Brown.

I have the mediocre version online because I said I would get something up before this show, but constantly worrying that people will give up after 10 seconds because of the live sound quality. Who am I kidding? 3 seconds. We all have such high expectations now, so used to pristine studio sound.

Research and common sense suggests the old lighting dimmer pack and my rushed set-up that night is the culprit, so the dimmer pack is going in the naughty corner and all the power cables are being quarantined like the plague.

If that doesn’t work I’ll throw my toys out the cot. 

Tuesday 23rd June

Do the to do list. It’s like going crazy, I have ‘write a to do list’ on my to do list.

Dont leave all the front of house stuff to the last minute! (*future me reading this. Mocking laughter.)

I need to make some budget strategy calls about posters. I want to keep paying local artists to make new art each month, which I love, but it’s making no measurable impact on bookings. Not sure how to interpret it, too many variables. It’s hard to balance this stuff.

Last month’s session was toooo looooong I don’t even want to write how long in case anyone reads this (…4 hours)  How can we improve that? Keeping things to time seems a pretty common question for TTRPG live players. I think if we can just crack that time question while still playing the game, having fun and keeping a long form thing rather than continuous 1-shots (which would definitely be easier) then we’ve done it. Whatever ‘it’ is. I have no doubt that the ability is in the team, it’s just unlocking it.

I love the point of difference we have playing with an audience, getting real laughter, IRL community, and the focus it gives us as player, but it really is a LOT harder to make a live show…imagine being able to edit! If you must bow let it be to a stupidly tall mountain eh? I still think there a sustainable sized audience in Dunedin for this (Are you out there? Are you reading this?) If I can get the word out to keen people, maintain momentum once a month, we can all find the sweet spot, and I learn all the other skills I need fast enough…before the production runs out of money.

It’s like watching an unbearably high-stakes snail race. 

Wednesday 24th June

Radio interview for OAR went ok, I didn’t say anything completely ridiculous, or get any names wrong. I think. So that’s a good start – it’s here:

https://tinyurl.com/DandDonOAR

But I haven’t listened back to it because I know I’ll be annoyed with it, and time is a weird soup that only pours one way, so there’s not much point torturing myself. I can do that next week. 

10 seats booked. Sigh. 

Time actually IS a weird soup this week. Winter is setting in properly now, dark and cold by 6pm, our start time. I fear the temperature in Gasworks Museum where we perform. It’s a fantastic moody gas-punk space, and they’ve been so great about having us there, but if the boilers aren’t on… So if there’s any issues with that I’ll definitely have to cancel the show. Can’t afford to go anywhere else. Especially not with 10 bookings, ahaha (cue manic laughter)

Thursday 25th June

Still 10 bookings. Yukking my yum. Wish I didn’t have to look at it. 

Make another to-do list.

Possible uptake in website hits from the OAR interview yesterday (?) but not really noticable. No new bookings, so I guess TTRPG fans aren’t listening to local radio before 7.30am? Proving that they’re a sensible bunch and still asleep I hope. 

In tears of rage at the computer this morning, my Reaper project save being a total dick because computers are TOTAL DICKS.  Over it now, got it safely onto an SD card and in the hands of Hugh, who will probably fix the problems in about 5 minutes, because he’s flash and I can’t even call myself a beginner in the world of sound engineering.

In a good moment, I love how producing live performance makes me learn new things, even if it is out of desperate necessity. Honestly I wouldn’t get my shit together without the deadline of an audience. The list of traits that are common in actors, or tropes about actors at least, is basically a check-list of ADHD.

Meeting tonight via zoom. See if anyone has bright ideas.

Gasworks contacted me and said they’ve added some heating. So that’s nice. They also remind me there’s another heated room we can use. I had completely forgotten about that because it’s not as moody as the Engine Room, and I’m not keen for another variable. See how we go.

I hope the poster art for July arrives in my inbox tomorrow morning to help me through the next 48 hours. The fizz of seeing what other people create – stuff that exists because of the boring work I’m doing- is a morale boost to get through the decision making, checklists and money shit. Freudenfreude. 

Thank god the new Dimension 20 episode dropped today. Listening to the sweet tones of BLMs storytelling has a direct positive influence on the quality of dinner I cook for my family and how clean I get the kitchen.

Friday 26th June

Last night’s meeting was good. Must remember that working alone all the time is quite bad for my brain.

Do everything I haven’t already done. MY CHARACTER SHEET. MARSHMALLOW STICKS.

Going forward I need a cut off time where I stop doing anything about future performances and only work on tasks for the upcoming show.  For example… 30 minutes spent this morning fucking around trying to get something on podcast analytics was NOT AS IMPORTANT as figuring out how to record the show on my mixer in two days, since my expert won’t be there to set it up for me. I knew this, but had put it straight in my denial box until today. He’s set it up for you! Fly little bird! 

This morning there was a Black Back Gull on the road. I circled back after dropping my boy to school and someone was moving it, still alive. Dude had to go to work so I put the bird in my car. Went through the process of figuring out where to take him. Gently driving down the road with this placid gull- they’re usually so reactive and fierce- just chilling in the front seat. 

Watching me drive. 

And I’m watching him wondering if he’s going to live, or if it’s internal injuries. 

I got to the wildlife hospital, the second I stop the car he comes out of the stunned condition, starts flapping around. They’re fucking big buggers in the front seat of a small car. I open the doors and he launches out and flies straight off.  Applause from his audience of one. 

I think every gull I see is him now. 

It doesn’t have to be real to be true. 

About all gulls being him I mean, this did actually happen. Here he is in my car.

A picture of a Black Back Gull, a large sea gull sitting in the passenger seat of a car on a blanket, surrounded by detrius from postering.

Saturday 27th June

Two new bookings. One day to go, grand total of 12 booked seats. I did clear the SD card and get marshmallow sticks yesterday. Yay me.

Sunday 28th June.

SHOW DAY.  Also my 49th birthday. No time for that today, we had fish n chips in the park for lunch so I wouldn’t not eat before the show again.

Monday 29th June.

How nice it would be to write the payoff of “everything went perfect, heaps of people showed up”

Here’s what actually happened.

Went up with 19 paid tickets, plus 5 odd comps. For the capacity and vibe of the show that’s actually a nice number and the are a GREAT audience. No shit, I love performing for them. But for financial sustainability when my funding runs out, it’s maybe half the minimum.

Gasworks, bless them, had installed some radiant heating in the roof especially for us. But it was still too cold after about 2 hours (more about time in a minute)

The firepit started off great, once I got it to a position that didn’t give me the shits about burning the place down (aahahaha not really Gasworks, just jokes) in back of the room providing a lovely crackly glow and ambience, people toasting marshmallows, nice. As it went on though… Yeah, not so smokeless when it starts to die down. Secondary combustion at high temperature, right? I knew that ‘cause physics, right? So, incrementally the room starts filling with smoke during the show. Like a fucking farce, Noises Off. What did I think was going to happen? Idiot. 

So. Won’t be doing that again.

I did all the power supply and sound and light set up myself (more or less)  like a little red hen, and it worked, and I understand it now. Also, quarantining power got rid of the buzz. I haven’t checked the recording, I’m sure I will weep over some aspect, but until then that’s a win. Acutally a big win that I needed to work. I was racing against time, didn’t get some stuff done,  and pretty stressed out though.

And once again we run massively over time. Not four hours, but still too long. I feel discouraged.

Dis Courage. My character Cailtin O’Shea got to captain a ship last night. Hers didn’t sink.

Not the time to stop bailing though. Caitlin very nearly died in the show, her life flashed before her eyes in a vision of fey whisky rainbow piss.

 I’m alive and all I’m doing is making a show, not fighting dragon acid. The map past me set out for present me was to keep trying shit and assess after the July show. So, one more shot before the knives have to come out.

Next month I’m moving out of the Engine room and into the smaller, but definitely warm, fitting room space. We will still have the firepit & marshmallows but put it outside, where we can maybe have it as a visible backdrop through the windows. We will somehow need to address the length of the show. Plus getting people in the door, publicity, postering etc etc. That’s a tomorrow problem. In fact, it’s all a future me problem. 

I need to do the dishes and get somthing out of the freezer for dinner.

Rose. x

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