TEST DRIVE #15 - Holodeck and Ten Forward

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001: Where were you a minute ago? Well, you aren't there anymore. Instead, you're standing in a very large, dark room lined with yellow. There are doors at either end of it.

Here's where things get a little choose your own adventure-y. You could:



1: Approach a console filled with buttons, located a few feet away. Press one, and it'll let you out of the room. Travel down a long hallway and you'll be in Ten Forward, the Enterprises' entertainment lounge. Have a drink, mingle and try to figure out why you're here.

OR

2: Maybe you just muttered some vague request under your breath. Maybe you wished aloud you were somewhere else. Or for help? If you did, might be in a fire station. Muttered something about killing whoever dumped you here? Surprise - you're in a slasher movie!

Though they're confusing, these visions feel about as real as they can be. And guess what - other people can experience those fantasies with you, as if they too were really there. How ever will you escape? Or do you want to?

[OOC: Welcome to the Holodeck! If you choose this option, whatever your character chooses to say out loud will cause a virtual reality program to load and play. While your character feels as if what they're experiencing and seeing is quite real, they're purely living through the latest and best in what he Enterprise has to offer in entertainment. Make sure to detail what your character's fantasy is, so that those threading with them will know how to react.

Open til next month's test drive!]

Comments

[toomanynitrogens]

Voice authorization is rare in his time, so it's highly tempermental and it makes sense that it wouldn't always...wait, did she say starship? Aidan's used to taking in a lot of information at once but that's in areas he has basic knowledge of. This -- the program, Jadzia's unusual looks, the fact that he's in space -- is almost too much for him to handle without getting a headache. So it feels a lot like the start of grad school did and not in the good way.

Her idea's as good as any he came up with and if Jadzia's role comes with respect, that'll make it even easier. "I'm unfortunately good at hiding." But fortunately small enough to go places most men can't. "And maybe I get lucky and overhear something too. Thanks for the help, Jadzia."

The Splendid Angharad, Mad Max: Fury Road | Option 1

[these_are_my_words]

She'd read about ships. Read about a whole ocean full of water, read of rivers, of lakes, and of the things humanity invented to travel on them.

One book, one fragile little book, had talked about a ship in space. Above the sky. Miss Giddy had called it fiction, which means story. But this is real. Somehow.

The Splendid Angharad still isn't sure what to think, but skulking in her room won't help. Besides, she doesn't have to stay in a room. She can walk around. She can talk to people. She refuses to sit, and sulk, and hide.

Besides, here she can wear proper clothes.

Pants. Jacket. Something more than a flimsy white sheet.

Boots.

One can face anything in boots.

And so, the heavily pregnant young woman with the scarred face walks into the lounge, heading straight for a table next to the window.

A table isn't being sociable, but. Little steps.

And this way, she can look at the stars.

[these_are_my_words]

Big, big man on the verge of exploding? Well. She knows about that.

But.

She is not in the Citadel. She left. She refuses to cower unless she absolutely has to. And...

The man did stop and stare at the window. He also has an accent like nothing she's heard.

The Splendid Angharad draws herself up to her full height (all five feet, nine inches of her) and tries to explain.

"You're on a ship that sails between stars," the pregnant young woman starts. "You were brought here by a trickster-god called Q." Then she stops.

It's not much of an explanation, really.

[universal_donor]

Max had no idea where he was... all he knew was that no-one was attacking him. And that was fine.

People generally kept a wide berth of the man who had huddled himself in a corner. He only seemed to react when people got too close, and doesn't harm anyone otherwise. Although, there is some muttering going on if they should call Counsellor Troi, Sickbay, or Security...

He's only been there for about twenty minutes, though, after the telltale flash from Q pulled him into the middle of the lounge.

He didn't react well. Wild looks around, before he secured himself a corner with a decent vantage point, hand secure around something sharp hidden in his dusty clothes...

And that's where he's stayed, eyes flicking to the door when they hiss open.

Zero/Rei Suzumura | Garo: Black Blood

[zero_sweetness]

He hated being interrupted on a hunt. Especially as close as he was to his prey. He scowled a bit as he scanned the area. No immediate threats meant he could put his twin short swords away somewhere inside his giant coat.

"What do you think, Silva?" he raised his hand to talk to the woman in a mask made of silver attached to the back of his glove.

"Hmm.... I don't sense any malevolence... Nor any Horrors. Though there are some things..." The mouth on the figure moved as she spoke. Her voice was tinny and metallic.

"'Some things'?" Rei repeated.

"I'll need more information. I'll let you know if anything comes up."

Rei sighed, and lowered his hand. Well, there wasn't anything else than to wait it out and get to know the territory. And since this was a bar, he may as well get a drink. He flicked his coat out behind him and took a seat on the stool. "Hey there," he said to get the attention of whoever was tending bar. "White Russian," he requested. "Extra cream." He grinned.

[these_are_my_words]

She recognizes him. Of course she does. The man Imperator Furiosa called Fool, he who decided to help them. He who shot her. But she'd won something like his approval, just before her wounded leg traitored her.

All that is a good reason why she hesitates.

He'd think her dead, most like. He's feral. He's-

The Splendid Angharad walks closer, if only to escape her buzzing thoughts by action.

"You're here, too."

It's almost a question.

[warp_9]

There's a man stood by one of the windows, and he's staring out at the stars in awe and wonder.

Wearing a white lab coat, shirt and tie, he's lost in the scene in front of him, not noticing he's standing next to the only free table with a view of the starscape.

Forgive him, it's not every day that he gets transported to something he loves.

[universal_donor]

The man stares back as he notices the vision approaching, like a ghost from the haze of the past. Another one.

Then it speaks. Not like the other ghosts. Not like the other people who've died. Clear. Like it's real. It's confusing, and his head aches to comprehend it, coming to the conclusion that what he's seeing is real; One of the wives Furiosa freed from Immortan Joe.

Dead, but alive.

"Dead..." He manages to croak out, frowning. "But alive...?"

[these_are_my_words]

She shakes her head.

"Not dead. Just alive."

She's not dressed in a sheet but clothes, actual clothes. Her skin and hair have been washed with soap enough that she has a bit of a sheen to her now. A sheen of health not tinged by misery.

She's not favouring any leg.

Angharad swallows.

"I fell, off the war rig. But I landed here."

[universal_donor]

"Not dead? How?"

This wasn't making any sense... It wasn't one of his dreams. Wasn't one of the illusions his brain concoccted to punish... but... it was still impossible.

He's noticied the difference. She's clean. Something Max can't even remember being.

"Different... How long?"

[these_are_my_words]

Her first thought on seeing him is: well-fed. It means a man of wealth-

No. Not here, or so she's learning. Here, it's not an indicator. Which means she can just be forthright.

(She likes that word.)

But it also means that there might not be anything to push against. She's not Toast, after all.

"Excuse me."

There.

That's a good start.

"Excuse me, mister, do you mind moving a bit?"

[these_are_my_words]

"A week."

She hopes that's what he meant. How long has she been here.

How long has she been without her sisters. Capable Toast Cheedo the Dag, and she misses them suddenly like a punch to the gut.

He's a feral, so maybe she should be gentle-soft-sweet, but her sisters.

"The Green Place. The others. Did. Did you make it?"

[warp_9]

Dr. Max Bergman, for that is the man's name, turns around, and blinks, almost as if comprehending her words for the briefest of moments, before his eyes widen.

"Ah. My apologies." He replies, in accented English. "I did not realise I was in the way. Excuse me."

And he'll move enough so she can gain access to the table. Now, however, she can see the front of his coat; He has a red and blue logo with "Medical Examiner - Honolulu on his right side, with "Dr. Max Bergman - Cheif Medical Examiner" on the other.

[universal_donor]

"We did."

He shakes his head, leaning back against the wall. Almost relaxed. Almost.

"Not there anymore. Dead." A ghost of a smile flickers on his lips. "Immortan Joe is dead. There's a new Green Place now."

[these_are_my_words]

Words, words, there are so many words on this strange ship, it's enough to make anyone dizzy.

She doesn't read the words written on his clothes, not much. There are too many when she's moving, trying to sit herself down comfortably when she's so bloody heavy.

But he gets a smile. A little one.

"Thank you."

Then she hesitates.

"You're not from here, are you?"

[these_are_my_words]

Angharad is stretched out like a dried nerve, waiting for his words. Hopeful. Hopeful in the same burning way she'd been when he met her, all fierce desperation.

They are safe.

He's dead.

They are safe, they made it, they are safe, he can never ever ever find them if he's dead.

She grins, bright and shiny and splendid.

"Good. Thank you."

[warp_9]

A wide smile.

"No... But I know all about this place." He looks around. "Deck 10, forward, on the Federation Starship USS Enterprise. Galaxy-class. Registry NCC-1701-D, under command of Captain Jean-Luc Picard."

He rattles that off smoothly, off the top of his head.

"I cannot believe I am really here."

[these_are_my_words]

She knows those words, but only because people here have told them to her. This man doesn't say them like the crew did. He's saying them all glowing.

"This... This is an important place?"

[universal_donor]

A shake of the head.

"Furiosa killed him. Furiosa took the Citadel back. Citadel is the new Green Place, thanks to the Many Mothers."

He smiles a bit wider, seeming less feral, less mad.

[warp_9]

He is, most definitely, glowing.

"It is... Well. To me, and a few others I know. Not everyone." He looks back out to the stars. "It is not every day one finds themselves on the flagship of the United Federation of Planets. It is rather... humbling."

Thank you *blushes* I am a bit rusty, with him, but couldn't resist the First Doctor

[splendid_roman]

He grinned. He'd never met this Q character, but he'd like to see him and the Doctor face off. He wasn't at all sure who'd win.

But he turned his attention to what the Doctor was doing, wondering if he was just pressing buttons at random. "Are you sure you know what you're doing, Doctor?" Ian didn't sound too worried - he was pretty sure the Doctor wouldn't be able to do anything too drastic from here.

[cridhe]

Her smile is still tinted with sadness. But once again, her Doctor was accepting of her in this form. Did she really need anything else? Besides. There would be unspeakable losses for both of them in the future. She simply wanted to acknowledge his current loss. If he wanted to move on, she certainly could.

She nearly blushes under his appraisal. Strange, she hadn't when she had been born into this form.

"I created myself. Though, I did have difficulty in deciding what form you would find most accepting."

The bi-pedal and humanoid parts were obvious. Cridhe couldn't remember a time when the Doctor had travelled with anyone who wasn't. But which species of Humanoid and her physical looks? Well.

"I suppose you could say I am an amalgamation."

Of some of his companions, after all, as individuals went, she knew them the best. Just not the ones who went back quite this far... Next time, she will have to improve on that.

[bla_bla_bla]

Dracula turned toward this woman, short, proud, human, and forced a smile to his face, eyes still somewhat stunned form the view. "A trickster-god? Why me?"

His voice was really was really quite reasonable, now, despite his scowl. Dracula did not like things that went wrong, and this counted as something that Had Gone Wrong. Back at home, the monsters would be rioting and the humans would be panicking and he could just imagine the mess they would make! He grimaced at his internal dialogue and shook his head.

"Is this ship run by humans?"

Phoenix Kaelen | OC

[ashes_ascended]

You can't see his wings, and he looks just like a regular human dude. Albeit a little outdated in cargo pants, lace-up German army boots, a faded teeshirt with “Pshitt Creek Paddle Co.” printed on the front. Over the top, Phoenix has on an ordinary black wool three-quarter length coat full of inside pockets. Reminiscent of the kind they wore on early 21st century Earth.

He looks around the holodeck. It's been a while since he saw one of these, and as he's not certain of what kind of deviant act he'd like right now, Phoenix opts to wander out and find some people. At least nobody's tried to arrest him yet.

As the doors to Ten-Forward swish open, Phoenix cautiously sticks his head in to look around. Welp. It's a bar. Not a 21st century London bar, or even an exotic little Keldran place; but that doesn't perturb him - he could tell you stories. Really.

“Can't go wrong in a bar. Right?” He mutters to himself, stepping in and feeling, frankly, like a prize twat; wondering if he has any of the correct currency in one of the many pockets.

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[[OOC: Species: Angel. Yes. Like Gabriel. Only not.

Premise: God the universe and everything. Yes, God has actually created angels, who go around sorting things out. No, God has not restricted his bounteous grace to Earth alone. Angels are all over the multiverse. Phoenix is kind of like god's henchman. Granted Phoenix's existence has to acknowledge the fact there is actually a God, which may be a problem in a universe that contains Q... but Phoenix has never been privileged to meet God, or even talk to him on the cellphone. He answers to Heaven, which is slightly different, and the concept of Heaven is kept firmly tongue-in-cheek, and slightly nebulous.

Phoenix is aware of alternate universes. He may or may not know a lot about your character... he's an angel, and one of his abilities is to be able to 'know' things about people. He is not overly powerful, although in a fight, he's given any strength he needs to defeat demons in a punch-up. There will be more if I app him.

(Mun's apologies to Obi-Wan, she has been playing Phoenix with this face since the year dot, and cannot bear to change him now.)]]

Re: Phoenix Kaelen | OC

[element_wizard]

There is someone hugging him from behind.

A familiar someone, if a little bit lighter, less filled out than the usual someone.

"Hi!"