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

[successively]

There are other kinds of stress, of course — mental, emotional — and Edea is well-acquainted with those. It's only recently that things have started to go back to... well, normal, for her, relatively speaking. Nothing about being here and not at home is normal, of course, but at least she can walk down a corridor on this ship and not have someone recognize her and recoil in fear or disgust. No one here remembers her as the sorceress who almost tore the world apart. (Never mind that it wasn't even her: it was Ultimecia, but wearing her face, her body, her voice. Yet even people who know the difference tend to forget.)

Physically, though, she's as healthy as can be; the slim bones of her frame might suggest a certain fragility, but something about the way she carries herself says that's not the case. Her smile as she looks at Angharad is kind, motherly even. Compassionate without being pitying.

Edea thanks her and sits down, crossing her legs. Her gaze goes back to the stars for a moment.

"It's quite the view. I never imagined I'd ever see them so close in my life. We don't... really have ships like this where I come from." Esthar was the only country with the money and technology to fund a permanent spaceflight program, but even that was mostly for research purposes. Not... this.

"Have you been here long?" she asks, curiously.

[these_are_my_words]

"A week."

A very long week, in some ways. Very short in others. She's not bored, here. Not the same as home. She's not waiting for anything, and it's not hot.

It's not hot.

She finds that the strangest thing of all.

"It's very different, here," Angharad offers then. She's not sure why, but the word lonely is howling like the wind through her mind. "From home, I mean. We don't have these ships, either."