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ten_fwd_meme2015-09-22 06:38 am
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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!]
Wonderfully not well.
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."
Re: Wonderfully not well.
"'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."
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"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."