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

[major_egret_msfsod]

Jackal may not have been able to arrange a job officially, particularly not the sort of job she'd have preferred, but she did walk the corridors of the ship on a regular basis. She had more than enough time to kill. Making herself a sort of neighborhood watch couldn't hurt. Probably. Even if she persisted in doing so in her red-tone camo fatigues, which were perhaps a little bit obviously military for the "neighborhood watch" notion.

It also proved to be a reasonably good way to pick up those new arrivals who didn't land immediately in someone's lap in Ten Forward, like the young man hesitantly coming out into the corridor up ahead.

"...let me guess. Not where you were a moment ago."

She approached calmly, but watching him closely with a plainly appraising sort of look, ready for anything--and trying to gauge where and when he might have come from.

[merlinastrice]

"No," he responded slowly, carefully, "No, I wasn't."

He knew better than to trust gingers. But gingers sort of fell into the same category as sorcerers so Merlin did have a slight heart for them. He stopped and took in the sight: certainly dressed odd. Perhaps that was the sort of dress women wore in this...wherever this was.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

More importantly, how does one get back to Albion?

[major_egret_msfsod]

Less "dress" and frankly almost more like a laborer's relatively loose-fitting outfit--but covered in pockets, and obviously well-tailored. A wealthy laborer? Someone with a spendthrift employer? ...who had women as laborers? The curt, piercing examination she gave him definitely wasn't the sort of look he'd expect to get from a laborer, though.

But, then again, ginger.

"Major Egret, MSFSOD. You're... on a ship. I'll try and explain in a moment. Where are you from?"

She pauses a moment.

"And what year?"

[merlinastrice]

"Camelot," Merlin replied. He stood in worn trousers, worn boots, a blue tunic, red kerchief, and jacket. Definitely the clothes of a servant.

"What is MSFSOD?" he asked, curious. He hadn't heard of Major before. "Could you ask your captain where the next port is? I could get off there and go back to Camelot."

[major_egret_msfsod]

Jackal just gave him the most exasperated look at the mention of Camelot, at least, after a brief pause to realize he was actually literally saying that was where he's from. ...must be a ginger thing, right? Must be.

"...Camelot. Of course."

She pinched the bridge of her nose.

"MSFSOD is the Martian Space Force, Special Operations Division. Martian, as in Mars, the planet. And it's not a sailing ship."

A brief pause. If he wasn't just batty and this was really one of those damn alternate-history things, the nearest analog to Camelot would be, what, 6th century or thereabouts? Great.

"...all right. Brace yourself. You might know if you go high up on a mountain, the air gets thinner. If you keep going up, a couple hundred miles, you run out of air eventually. That's called 'space.' We're on a ship that travels in space, very... very far from Earth. And by something roughly like your reckoning, it's the 24th century. Don't think they have a Camelot, here."

[merlinastrice]

A lot of what she just said went over his head and Merlin did his best to follow what she was saying. Not a sailing ship?

"What proof do you have?" he asked. There was no way, if what she was saying was correct, that he was sitting in something that was sailing through the stars and it was that far in time.

[major_egret_msfsod]

She figured a lot would go over his head, or just seem too improbable to process. That's fine, she (unfortunately) had plenty of time to kill, and she could be patient, even if she didn't particularly like it.

"Depends what you'll take for proof. We can find a window, if the light-up walls aren't convincing enough."

[merlinastrice]

The light up walls could be explained. SOmehow, some way. Some form of magic Merlin was just not familiar with.

"Right, a window, then. Show me one of those."

[major_egret_msfsod]

Jackal gave him that much more penetrating a stare, apparently finding that reply just a bit on the imperious side... but just shook her head and started walking.

"...tch. This way. You have a name, kid?"

[merlinastrice]

She was certainly a handful.

"Merlin," he replied as he walked beside her. "Of Camelot."

[major_egret_msfsod]

".......naturally."

Jackal makes a face like he'd pretty much said just what she was hoping he wouldn't, but she keeps walking with a shake of her head. She wastes no time showing him to the nearest room with a window view--which really could be either Ten Forward, or her room, depending on where exactly he popped up, your call!

"There's your window."