ten_fwd_meme | 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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And Amy squints right back.

"I'd like to see that," she says, though it's not entirely meant as a challenge.

She would quite like to see the Doctor and Q battle it out.

But he goes on, and he has infinitely more interesting (and amusing) things to say after that.

"You're tellin' me," she laughs, folding her arms across her chest; "but Timelords are the only aliens I know who have those."

She tilts her chin in the direction of the TARDIS.

"And only one of them has a TARDIS with a broken chameleon circuit," she adds.

"A broken... why would it be broken?" He stared at her, incredulous. "I invented the Tardis, myself! In a time when some of these old things were being sold off. It worked perfectly ass a model base, and even on other planets, it helps bolster the space time containment fields."

Doctor Who was frowning now. "These Time Lords... they have these you say? You know, I'll bet they stole my invention!" He was all annoyance and indignation now, and something a little angrier, deep down in those eyes.

"There are always aliens coming to Earth, stealing whatever isn't tied down."

He paused. "Wait. One of them is here? You know.. I think I'll have to have a chat with them, first." He wanted some answers!

Her eyes widen.

"Wait a minute, you're from Earth? And you invented TARDISes?" she asks, hands held out in disbelief.

Okay, so either he's having her on, or he's definitely not her Doctor.

(But boy is her Doctor going to love this.)

"If it makes any difference, the TARDIS was broken when he stole it—found it," she corrects sharply.

Not the best choice of words right now, Amy.

"Yes, and there was only one, that I knew of, until now, and yes, I invented it. The personality core isn't finished, but that's mostly because I lost the prime core stopping the Daleks from conquering Earth." And yes, there is another word for you, Amy.

His eyes narrowed at her words.

"Yes I do think we should have a talk, this young man and me. I have a feeling we shall both need some answers." He brought his hands together in a clap and the blue door shut behind him, and there was a shimmering as the Tardis faded from view.

"My Chameleon circuit is not broken."

"The personality core ... you know the Daleks, then?" she says, not sure which part of his tirade to hold onto first.

He might not be thrilled with her at the mo, but she almost looks delighted.

Until the doors snap shut, and the TARDIS fades from sight. Bollocks.

"I won't stop you, I'm sure the Doctor would like to know how a human from Earth ended up inventin' a TARDIS and defeating his greatest enemy," she says, arms folded over her chest; "but I'm not his keeper. He's around here somewhere."

Without asking, she starts to pace a circle around him, twirling in place where the TARDIS should be.

"You can really make her look like anything?" she breathes.

And yes, she said 'her'.

"I do, of course, yes. Rather nasty things. I take it you've encountered them as well?" He was beginning to think she was from his future, somehow. Or the future of his timeline, so to speak.

Or... something.

He frowned.

"I'm sure I'll find him. I have a certain... sense for such things." He nodded then, eyes warming, and a much friendlier expression coming to his face.

"Her, eh? Hmmm. And oh, yes. Rather. Anything I can imagine, so far. If I get the core refused and repowered, ...she'll be able to do it on her own, without me. For right now, I have to control it."

"I have, of course, yes," Amy parrots in a rather stuffy tone of voice.

Sorry, John. She can be a bit petulant, but there's still delight on her face.

"I could tell you stories about the Doctor, the Daleks, Winston Churchill and me, shall I?" she adds a moment later, though she's already on to the next thing before she even has a chance to continue.

She spins to face him again.

"Her," she confirms with a confident little nod, practically beaming at him; "you see, in a different world, maybe even a different universe, I have a best friend who calls himself the Doctor, and he flies around in a beautiful blue box he calls the TARDIS, and he saves people ... and I help him."

She's rather proud of that.

"So welcome, Doctor, to This Is Your Life," she adds, stretching her arms out.

"Or Could've Been Your Life, a hop, skip, and a jump over the timelines."

"Well, then, you do have some spirit in you, don't you?" Sorry, Amy, he was from the fifties, originally. He delighted in her way and smiled.

"I would be interested in hearing those stories, though I imagine they would give me a headache." He chuckled, and raised an eyebrow at her. "Well, then, that is something to be rather proud of, isn't it. Not a bad thing. Not at all. Would you like to say hello to Her? My Tardis, that is."

He chuckled. "Or maybe is the life of someone who belongs to a race who stole my work." His grin was shrewd, and not a little intrigued.

He'll see all the answer he needs in her smile, wild and bright. No decade can confine her or define her.

"Only the best stories do that," she preens, ready to suggest they chat over tea, perhaps in the control room, when he makes his offer; "Oh, you read my mind."

She holds out her hand, chin held high. "I'd be delighted."

Truth be told, she's humming with excitement. She has missed her home, even if it's not the same home she remembers.

"If anyone could give you the answer, it's the Doctor, though he might yell a bit," she says.

That smile is nice, and he snapped his fingers again. The blue box appeared again, this time closer behind him. Without fail, he put his hand out and patted it, without looking. It was clear, really, to anyone who would see them, the connection there. He visibly drew strength from touching his ship.

"Come, then." And he turned and stepped to the TARDIS, whose door opened before him and he stepped in. The inside was, yes, bigger on the inside. The control room was far more scientific than she might be used to, with several very large computer banks dominating the sides, but the central console, though different, was very alike the one she had known.

"This is the TARDIS. She is a few years old now, but she's only getting better." To one side, interrupted by the sudden teleport, was his current repair job, a panel open to an alcove of circuitry both more and less advanced than that on the Enterprise. John had been working on the inner workings of the TARDIS for a very long time.

To one side, there was a table, and chairs, and yes, there was a tea set, one that was operated electrically.

TEST DRIVE #15 - Holodeck and Ten Forward

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Okay he is kind of awesome :3

Why thank you.

of course, it would help if I wasn't slow as treacle, wouldn't it? sorry for disappearing!

No worries!

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