What has Mr. Walker been up to for the last few months

ooc- sorry no post of late, been working. here's a good one for ya. I haven't been keeping up much so excuse me if there are any continuity errors.
RPG- It had been a few months since Dren had his Idea. This idea was different than most. First, it wasn't illegal. Second, it didn't invovle escape. Third, it wasn't too selfish. Dren had been working so hard he hardly noticed anything. He did recall breifly running into a guy that looked just like him, except he had a gotee. They had a few drinks and then a security officer killed him. Too bad. He was a handsome smegger. The beauty of this plan was it would provide a fun playground and much needed bit of relaxation for the crew. But first thing first. Dren was sitting in his room with Dirk and an alternate Dirk. Dren was showing them a letter he received.
"They want me to take the engineering exam." Dren said.
"Not bad for a guy who's not even supposed to be on the ship." Dirk replied.
"They owe me after all the time I've spent in the brig."
"Eh." Dirk's dopple ganger replied. Dren set down the letter and picked up a little black box with a shiny red button on it.
"You guys ready to see my gift to the crew?" Dren asked.
"I hope it's better than the laxative stunt. I was on the pot for a week." Dirk grumbled.
 "Let's go to the promenade."
----------------Promenade Deck
Dren and Dirk surveyed the situation. People were milling about, going in and out of Parrots and such. "You know what I hate most about being on board a ship?" Dren asked.
"Drinking urine recyc?" Dirk replied.
"You know what the second thing I hate most is?"
" Clausterphopbia?"
"Ok the third thing." Dren hastily added.
"....." "Don't say anything, I'll tell you. No weather. It's always  the same temperature. It's getting close to the holidays. I miss the snow. That's why I did this." Dren smiles as he shows Dirk his black box.
"Don't tell me you made a weather machine." Dirk groaned.
"Close enough. I've spent the past two months suping up the food dispensers. I knicked a bunch of coolant from the engine room and have all theese babies on the habitation decks rigged for chopped ice." Dren gives a thumbs up to Dirk.
 "That sounds stupid." Dirk said. Dren pushes the button on his remote. Nothing happens. He pushes it again. Still nothing. "Wow, what a winter wonderland you've made!" Dirk mused.   "Smeg off." Dren spat out. He turns the remote over and opens the back. The battery is not connected. Dren connects it and presses the button again. nothing happens. Dren throws the remote down, swearing. A deep rumbling shakes the floor.
  "Buckle up." Dren says as he produces a pair of Ski goggles from his pocket. he puts them on. Finely choped ice pours from every food dispencer in the promenade and the habitation decks. Within minutes ice is covering the entire area. Someone slips and screams "I think I broke my leg!"
 Dren looks at Dirk. "Let's go get some trays from Parrott's. I wanna go sledding." Dren says. Dirk smiles as they head for parrotts.