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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Robo wasn't one to let being suddenly transported somewhere unfamiliar phase him. After a little bit of looking around, he managed to both find his way to Ten Forward and pull something resembling an explanation from a nervous ensign.

Ordering a drink wasn't exactly in the cards for him, largely because he had no way to imbibe it. Instead, he busied himself with studying a PADD someone had left sitting around. Or he would have, had he not run into an obstacle that had been plaguing him for several years.

"I swear, one of these days I'm going to find the inventor of the touchscreen and punch him right in the mouth." He muttered, ineffectively trying to swipe the screen with his metal fingers.

He was passing, a rather hefty bottle of wine under his arm. And, for some reason, an annoyed looking metal man caught his attention. He turned, and immediately drew a finger across the PADD.

"Well, that makes two of us. Aesthetically, honestly. Just look at this thing. As much personality as a thrown brick. Digital has been a wonderful, wonderful and precocious child, but this is just..."

He sighs, at the lack of flair to this place. All that technology, and they treated it as...well. As exciting as a doorstop. That he was from a few centuries back - having lived significantly longer than anyone ought to have - but still. Helen would have chided him on the nature of perspective, but still. Where was the style?

"Still, the data storage is incredible. It impresses even me."

"I'm more offended that even almost four centuries later, nobody takes people with metal fingers into account when making these damn things."

Robo looked over at the man, his free hand moving to offer it in a shake, but any attempt at an introduction was silenced as his eyes widened in recognition.

The man was younger-looking, and lacked a mustache, but Robo would still know his face anywhere. It was the first thing he'd seen when he'd originally come online.

"Mister...Mister Tesla?"

"Really, you'd think these people had never heard of cybernetic limb replacement, at the very least. And since I haven't seen their hand-growing labs yet..."

But he pauses at the latter, an eyebrow shooting up.

"Well, that's pretty rare. Haven't had people recognizing me much since '43. Certainly not now. And don't think for a second I'm not intensely curious about you, my new metal friend."

"That's what I told Steve Jobs," Robo agreed, before the conversation moved forward.

"'43? I assumed you were younger, but if you reached that year and don't recognize me...damnit, you must be from an alternate reality."

Robo sighed. He had nothing against this other Tesla, but he couldn't help but be disappointed that the man wasn't his creator.

"It was a remote possibility I'd run into someone from an another universe. Known that since my Mister Tesla and I accidentally opened a portal into the Vampire Dimension. Just didn't really think I would meet anyone from one for a few more decades. Well, someone who wasn't a mindless undead monster who fed off the blood of the living, anyways."

There was no customary hand offered, Robo knew Tesla, his at least, didn't like being touched. "Dr. Atomic Robo Tesla. The Nikola Tesla from my universe was my creator."

Ah, Steve Jobs. What a brilliant, flawed ass. At least, that was Tesla's summation. Odd how familiar a description it really was.

"Seems that way," he said, then settled in to listen, with a great deal of amusement. Finally, when the robot was done talking, his face split into a grin.

"Well, isn't this a turn of events. Good to know I keep up the old firm in alternate realities, as it were. And let me see..." he leans forward for a moment, looking at his - well, the other his - creation.

"At a guess," he said, slowly, "I'd say...1923? 24? Back when that jackass Edison was still causing me trouble. I'd have to take a closer work at his - well, my, sort of - handiwork to be sure, but you'll hardly let any Tesla take a look at your innards."

He leaned back, taking a lingering sip of wine.

"And you took the name. Oh I like you. I suppose the morphic resonance people would have a field day with that. Anyways, for me, it's the early twenty-teens. A thoroughly underwhelming decade thus far."

TEST DRIVE #15 - Holodeck and Ten Forward

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Well this won't turn out well.

Wonderfully not well.

Re: Wonderfully not well.

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