TEST DRIVE #15 - Holodeck and Ten Forward

[ten_fwd_mods]

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

Why thank you.

[thenameisdoctorwho]

"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."

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

[and_she_waited]

"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."

No worries!

[thenameisdoctorwho]

"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.

[and_she_waited]

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.

[thenameisdoctorwho]

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.