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ten_fwd_meme2015-09-22 06:38 am
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TEST DRIVE #15 - Holodeck and Ten Forward
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!]
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"Don't worry, you're still alive," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. He gives Roy a second, nodding at the bartender to confirm two more glasses of beer for the table, and then invites the kid to join him. There's something about him that reminds Steve of that other kid, Parker. "I know this place comes out of nowhere, but the people here are friendly for the most part. I'm Steve Rogers, former US army."
He wipes his hand and holds it out to Roy, though some smudges remain.
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Roy turned a chair around, and straddled it backward, smiling. "So what the heck is happening, here?" He paused. "It is the League of assassins? Or Damian Darhk?" Two many mystic supervillains, damn it.
Roy met his hand, and shook his hand warmly. "You have a good hand." The callouses and the drawing both show skill.
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But he lets Roy get settled in before he starts on the explanation. He frowns at Roy's follow-up questions, not able to place the name Damian Darhk or the League of Assassins, but he's been with S.H.I.E.L.D. for enough years now that the title automatically pings 'supervillain organization' without needing further explanation. He makes a note to ask Roy more about both later, as his expression is already melting from serious into amused when he draws his hand back. There's a self-deprecating little nod to the sketchbook before he responds.
"Thanks, they serve me pretty well both on and off duty," he says. "The drawing's more a hobby these days. I can't say I know who the League of Assassins are, or this Damian Darhk guy. The person you're looking for goes by the name Q, and if you haven't started traveling off your own planet yet, this is where it gets complicated. Q is an alien. A pretty powerful alien, from a race called -- and get this -- 'The Q'. As I understand it, he and the captain of the ship you're now on have sort of a history of making each other's lives difficult."
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"What do you do on duty?" Roy smiled as he canted his head to the side, and nodded to the sketchbook. "Not a bad hobby at all. Q, huh? Where does he live? And why is he creatively blocked? I mean, 'Q', really?"
Roy sighed. "Sounds like all too much fun. " He was already considering looking for a place to make a bow and arrows. Or jury rig them, if need be.
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"You could say I work with a private contractor, on loan from the U.S. government," he says. Broaching S.H.I.E.L.D. always takes a little finesse -- admittedly not one of Steve's many talents. "It's an international agency committed to protecting the people of Earth. So if anybody like Q ever tries to take over, I'm one of the guys who's gonna stop him."
His lips twist into another smile. "'Q', really. No idea where he lives. I don't think it's on the same plane you and I do. He's made the Enterprise like a home, though. We're all here to amuse him, in one way or another. For the most part, he's not dangerous. Which I haven't figured out yet. He has the power to be, but instead he plays games with us. Whatever his move is, he's kept it hidden."
He leans back in his chair, giving Roy a careful once-over.
"What's your story?" he asks. 'League of Assassins', 'I've seen weirder', so far this kid talks like he's got more experience with this kind of thing than the average bagger at a grocery store. "I don't think I caught your name."
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"Not the same plane?" Excuse Roy as he caught up to the crazy. "Is he immune to arrows?" I mean, had anyone ever actually shot him with one? Inquiring minds wanted to know... for no reason at all, really!
"Me? Just a kid from the streets who lives in a world where weird shit happens, a lot." Roy smirked. "I didn't throw it. But you can call me Roy."