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

[tesla_vampiris]

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."