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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"Hey, people like scruffy. I'm told it's very attractive," Kale said, mentally doing the math and trying figure out who was actually alive at the time... Rory and Grace definitely weren't. And Una would be an infant then.

Nineteen though. That meant his mum was just about to meet his father or possibly just met his father. Though from the sound of it, it sounds like hasn't met his father yet.

"Sure, if they like stubble burn." Darah shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets and eyeing Kale curiously. "So, who's your da, then? You don't look like anyone Talia's seen so far..."

Which was good, in Dara's opinions, because they've all been total scrubs.

Considering the Dara he remembers had scruff... Kale isn't saying anything.

"Oh, no, da's not one of them. She hasn't met him yet... I don't think."

He orders the pair of them some beer and passes one along to Dara before saying, "But his name's Calvin Daly."

Dara, of course, had taken a drink of his beer as soon as it reached him, which puts him in a perfect place to choke on it when Kale makes that announcement.

After a couple of minutes of coughing, he shakes his head. "You've got to be shitting me."

Is this why Kale did it?

Oh, you damn well bet your life he did.

He sipped his beer to hide his smile as his uncle choked and coughed.

"Nope. You're talking to the third in line to the throne."

That earns a sharp crack of laughter and Dara raises his glass to him. "Oh, that's got to ruffle some high and mighty feathers, like. McCallum blood on the throne? They must have screamed for years."

"Mum took da's name, but yeah. Apparently there was a big row. Both at the Hall and the castle," Kale said, grinning freely now.

"There's still a bunch of ruffled feathers. Some people actually try assassinating us once in a while."

Which is silly. You don't go try assassinating a McCallum. Unless you're suicidal.

"Names or not, you can't erase the blood." Dara reached over and energetically ruffled Kale's bright red mop of hair to prove his point.

"Oh, well, that must be fun for you. Do you throw 'em off the battlements or just put their heads on pikes?"

"Ack!" Kale swatted the hand away. He's not a little kid!

"Mum wants to, but da says we have to be civilized about it. So, we just wound them badly and let them get arrested. You know, diplomatic and everything."

Pff, he's a nephew. That automatically means he's younger than Dara, timelines be damned.

"Oh, diplomatic. I guess you can't look like the bloody-minded barbarians everyone expects us to be or they'll just try to assassinate you a lot more."

Bah! Bah he says! Kale likes his dignity. Such as it is.

"Yeah. Da's very big on diplomacy. Can't go starting wars with everyone, it's bad for Eire. Though... he did put mum in charge of the military."

"That's not exactly putting your money where your mouth is, is it? But having her do anything else might be worse."

The thought of Talia making royal appearances and patronizing charities and hosting receptions and the like makes him start laughing. And keep laughing, until he has to rest his head on the bar.

Watching him laugh and figuring he knew why - because he knows his family - Kale decided to egg him on.

"Mind you, this was only after she stabbed the ambassador from Rus in the leg and dumping a pitcher of water over his head for suggesting the two of go and have a private talk during some reception for a treaty or something."

And then try to steal Dara's beer since his was finished.

"Tell me she used a fork." Because being stabbed with a fork is inherently more humourous than being stabbed with a knife.

And just because he's laughing doesn't mean he doesn't see that. He defends his beer by smacking Kale's hand with a coaster. "Mine! Getcher own."

"She used a fork. And she hit him rather near the fork. Close enough for him to know that she could have hit him elsewhere."

The hand is jerked back and he gave Dara an wounded look. Mean uncle is mean.

But he ordered another beer anyway.

"She claimed she was being diplomatic because she didn't stab him in the balls with a knife and then knock him out."

Out of the corner of his eye he spotted some more red hair - the person he'd been actually looking for and vigorously waved him over.

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"Sounds diplomatic to me." Not Dara's style of diplomacy, but definitely Talia's. There was a reason she didn't go into Faerie with them.

He followed Kale's waving with his eyes. "Who's this, then?"

This then is completely identical looking - at least physically, they are dressed differently after all - to Kale. And just like Kale when he gets close enough to see Dara his eyes go wide.

But unlike Kale he lunged forward to grab Dara in a hug. "Uncle Dara!"

Well, with a greeting like that, there was only one thing to do: hug back just as enthusiastically. He squeezed Trever tight and thumped his back. "Hi!"

When he pulled away he finally got a better look at Dara. "Fuck! Who got tossed through Faire? You're so ickle!"

"I'm nineteen!" Dara was still close enough to adolescence to get snippy about getting called ickle. "And nobody tosses me anywhere."

"You're shorter than me. You're ickle! Besides, that's what you called us," Trever said, grinning broadly. He can't believe it though. He's seeing Dara. Okay, sure he's younger than him and thus has no idea who he is but it's still Dara.

"Mum said she tossed you plenty. I can't believe you're here and not... elsewhere."

He stumbled over the word not wanting to say anything about what will be. They're not going to talk about that.

TEST DRIVE #15 - Holodeck and Ten Forward

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