TEST DRIVE #16 - Turbolifts and Ten Forward

[ten_fwd_mods]

Option 001. Trapped in a Turbolift: This space travel thing is new to you, and you're starting to think the ship is purposely out to get you. A turbolift is just a grandiose name for an elevator, which should be the safest way to travel after all! But someone out there is out to get you, you're sure of it. Because the next thing you know, the lights flicker and the lift grinds to a stop. You're trapped, with whomever was unlucky enough to be in the lift with you.

It could be hours before you're rescued. These turbolifts span the entire massive ship, and don't just travel straight up and down. No, they can travel horizontally, vertically, sometimes even diagonally. You could be stuck between any deck now. There is a small access panel on one of the smooth walls, but how good are you with getting these things to work? Let's not forget that sudden stop tossed everyone around a little, and people could be hurt. Time to put your emergency thinking cap on, and make friends with the people beside you fast. You could be the only way back to freedom.

Conversely, you could slide that pack of cards out of your pocket and start a rousing game of gin rummy. Really it's up to you.







Option 002. Ten Forward: You have no idea what just happened. One minute you were home, minding your own business, and now you're on a spaceship in the middle of a crowded room! It looks like a bar. There are people eating and drinking, some in uniform, others not. Some are clearly aliens, and some of the food is looking rather strange too.

You've managed to land in Ten Forward. A long bar with barstools and a bartender span one side of the room, with a bank of strange computers on that same wall. It looks like people are ordering food and drinks from them. Tables are sprinkled throughout, and the far wall is nothing but floor to ceiling windows with a view out to space. It looks like a nice lounge, low conversation making the room hum.

Better ask some questions and find out where you are, or just tap the closest person on the shoulder and try to make friends. The bar is open.

Comments

Shadow Stalker of Ennien | Star Trek OC | Option 1

[notmyhairball]

Not the first time Shadow has been stuck in a turbolift, for certain. Her tail twitches, and her ears lay flat to her skull while she picks herself up off the ground. Teeth bared and claws bared for a moment as she holds onto the wall, the Eeiauoan curses colourfully.

Re: Shadow Stalker of Ennien | Star Trek OC | Option 1

[deadmanbusiness]

Meanwhile Theo curses in some long ago forgotten Earth language when he realizes his sunglasses have gotten knocked off his face. He's got his eyes closed as he pushes himself up the wall to a standing position.

"You would happen to see my glasses on the ground there, would you?"

Nice place.

Still haven't been able to do anything really for his light sensitivity. Hence the sunglasses.

Kristen Kringle l Gotham

[kristenkgcpd]

(Ten Forward, taking during the GCPD shooting in "Knock,Knock")

A pop could be heard and a very banged up and disheveled young woman was left it its wake. The last thing Kristen Kringle could remember was someone (maybe Nygma?) slamming her out of the path of flying bullets. "The squad room was being shot up!" she remembered. But beyond a ton of bruises she was in one piece (at least she thinks) as Kristen took a look around. "Ok, this is Nygma levels of freaky since I'm not in the squad room anymore." but she had tried to get off the floor thanks to her skirt getting tangled in a bank of chairs.

[a_vry_good_time]

"Don't you hate it when that happens?" comes a dry voice from the east side of the room. The man who owns it looks like he's survived a shootout or two in his lifetime, though he's usually on the other side of the bars if we're talking police stations.

Can't fault a guy for wanting to have a good time.

He holds out a hand to help Ms. Kringle back to her feet, both eyebrows arched and he's not even trying to hide his amused smirk at the position she's found herself in. Not that he's trying to be a lech, but she's got a nice set of gams. "Let me help you, lady. Are you hurt?"

Ben Sisko | DS9 | Post-Series Finale

[you_exist_here]

'Clearly I have been a bad influence on the Prophets' was the thought that drfted through Ben's head as it seemed they had given him coporeal form once more. He'd spent... an undetermined amonunt of time among the Prophets. Such was the disadvantage of being among a non-linear species. However they had decided he needed some time to process some of what they'd been trying to teach him, and thus he would appear just inside the doors of what looked like a lounge.

'Well it's not Vic's...' But then again what was? That felt like the 1950s, this was definitely 24th century tech. Hell, it made him think of what he'd heard from Worf of Ten Forward. Deciding to see what he was dealing with he made his way to the bar, to order himself a raktajino and see what he could see.

because he totally wanted this

[rejoined]

What Benjamin will see is the face of a very close and, from his point of view, very dead friend walking into Ten Forward. She's not in uniform, though, which is probably odd to him, but considering the wedding dress she turned up in? This is much, much better.

As it is, she's paying a little attention to everything. Enough that she spots him by the replicator with a raktajino, which was coincidentally exactly what she was going for. How about that? Dax stops for a few seconds.

"I was wondering when you would show up, Benjamin," she teases. "And here everyone says I'm late to everything."

Naoto Shirogane - Persona 4

[shiroganeheir]

Going from a Japanese high school to a bar in a very futuristic setting in space is a bit of a startling contrast.

Naoto Shirogane stands in the middle of the bar, eyes almost sparkling as she stares out of the window into space, a huge grin on her face. She's trying to ignore the fact that she's standing there in her school uniform; black pants and a black jacket buttoned over a white shirt, looking to almost any comers like a young teenage boy.

Perhaps one of these moments, she'll actually pull herself away and attempt to understand where she is.

[my_guardian_devil]

"It's pretty special, huh?"

Liz is sitting at one of the smaller tables along the windows, as far from the open room as possible while still having a good vantage point of the bar and the doors in and out. She's by herself, dressed in yesterday's clothes, sitting defensively to the rest of the room. But she smiles at Naoto, like maybe they're sharing a secret.

"When I first showed up I was trying to get out of town, but I hadn't planned on going this far," she says, glancing out her window.

Matt Murdock l Daredevil

[blind_devil]

[Canon point is just after Ben Urich's funeral.]

The soft pop of a new arrival punctured the quiet of Ten Forward. He was a slim man dressed in a black wool coat with a gray scarf around his neck. He is also wearing dark red glasses and clutching a cane. He takes a step and then shakes his head as if he's afraid he'll fall if he finishes the though his foot started.

His head turns from left to right and he makes no effort to remove his glasses or move. "Hello is anyone there," he asks hearing a heart beat coming closer to his position.

Re: Matt Murdock l Daredevil

[redarrowqueen]

Thea Queen had been lost in her own head and wild emotions but had been pulled out the second she saw the glasses. "Follow the cherry blossoms." came the gentle and female voice, she knew her perfume had a way of standing out. But something about the stranger struck her, at the moment she just could not explain what it was.

Mr. Gold {Rumpelstiltskin} | Once Upon a Time AU | Both Options

[mutationsprice]

[For info about this AU see this post]

[Option 1]

The style of the elevator isn't entirely new to him, however the experience of being stranded in it somewhat is. He's grateful he's not trapped in the dark, but the confined space is discomforting as is the fact he has no idea just how long he's going to be stuck here.

"Lovely. I would have brought my deck of cards if I'd realized I'd end up with time to kill."

[Option 2]

Royce Gold wasn't exactly certain what had happened still, nor why it had come about, but he'd decided that perhaps if he visited the bar and had a couple drinks and listened to the talk around him. Perhaps he'd get lucky and it'd eventually make sense. Or not. Either way, a drink would at least make it easier to deal with. Perhaps he could bribe someone with drinks, or the promise of gold, into giving him answers that actually answered more questions than they created.

One could wish.

"Johnnie Walker, neat." He told the tender as he seated himself on a stool before the bar. Hopefully they had that in stock, if not, well, he'd settle for a different whisky or even a beer if need be.

[disneydescendant]

Henry was bored of being in the catacombs. He was dirty and tired and hungry. With his Keyblade raised, he cautiously walked along a passage he didn't think he'd used yet. But one false move had him slipping down a hole and moments later he was shielding his eyes from the sunlight. At least he'd gotten out of there.

But as he looked up, he realised he wasn't out of the catacombs into Ruby City. This was...somewhere else. A very small space with one other occupant and he quickly sheathed his Keyblade so as not to hurt him. Then he recognised who it was.

"Grandpa!" He smiled and moved to hug the man.

Henry Mills | Once Upon a Time CR AU | Ten Forward

[disneydescendant]

Henry was bored of being in the catacombs. He was dirty and tired and hungry. With his Keyblade raised, he cautiously walked along a passage he didn't think he'd used yet. But one false move had him slipping down a hole and moments later he was shielding his eyes from the sunlight. At least he'd gotten out of there.

But as he looked up, he realised he wasn't out of the catacombs into Ruby City. This was...somewhere else. The place was light and he quickly sheathed his Keyblade, not wanting to give away that secret when they were so many people in the room. Looking around, he didn't see anyone he recognised but he did see the large window with the stars and then stared into it. Where the hell was he? And why?

[happilyneverafter]

"Henry!"

Regina Mills stands up from a table several feet away, both palms on the hard surface as if she needs the extra support to move. Anyone who knows her would know that isn't true, but for the outside observer it's easy to see from the look on her face that the boy who just flashed into the room means something very dear to her.

She moves immediately, almost knocking her chair back in her rush to get to where he is.

Thomas Lasky : Halo (Forward Unto Dawn Canonpoint)

[isworthy]

Option 1

It's a good thing Tom's had a chance to scrub down and be in something other than his training gear when the turbolift grinds to a stop. Mostly because he's rather certain the person with him wouldn't want a teenager in what would be military equipment sharing an enclosed space with them and he isn't one to want people to be nervous around him or get the wrong idea or something like that at least, and this being stuck thing would be rather worse than it already was. That being said he looks over at his companion and then up at the ceiling of the turbolift, then back down the doors as if it will fix everything.

"Are you any good with these things?" Where was Sully when he needed him? At least he had a good head with technology and such, even if things weren't the same as back home. He was just good at getting potshots taken at him with stun rounds. So the question is genuine, if a little sarcastic.

Option 2

There were just some things that a kid from a military academy just couldn't really get used to, especially when one considered aliens weren't a thing back home. One was the fact that this place was not only full of humans but of people of other species too, and it made him a little nervous if only because it was different. Another thing was the sheer size of the ship, yes he had seen military ships in the past but this one? This one was huge, and rather plush in comparison to those, let alone Corbulo. It was really a lot to take in, but he was taking in stride as best he could.

This meant wandering into the lounge area as casually as could be in only part of his training fatigues, the jacket left back in his room. He tried to keep a low profile as he watched people order food and drinks and made his way over to do the same. He gets his food (chocolate muffins) and before he's even out of line has most of one already stuffed in his mouth as he goes to find a seat. Right here is the best and brightest of the UNSC, youngest son of a great colonel and brother of a Helljumper. The pride and joy of Corbulo in his t-shirt with CAMS on the back with chipmunk cheeks. He's rather certain his mother would have a fit and he doesn't care.

Option 1

[goodcitizen]

"Uh..."

Duke takes a long hard look at the control panel beside the door, then at the doors themselves. First things first, he tries pulling the doors apart with his bare hands but his fingers are too wide to budge through. His next plan of attack is smacking the panel like it's a broken VCR.

"Nope!" he answers at last, an almost cheery note in his otherwise well fuck me tone of voice. He folds his arms across his chest and gives the kid a hard once-over. "I'm just guessing here, but I take it you're not either?"

Neil Mackay | X Company | Option One

[withoutahammer]

"Bloody hell." Neil doesn't bother prying open the access panel- the electronics in this place are so far beyond him they might as well be magic- but he does smash his fist against it in the hope that it does... something.

Predictably, it doesn't. It doesn't even leave a satisfying dent.

Re: Neil Mackay | X Company | Option One

[deadmanbusiness]

"You'd think, this far in the future, they'd figure out how to stop these things from happening," Theo said, leaning up against the other wall of the turbo lift, knowing that people tended to get a bit creeped out by him in small spaces.

Ruby Rhod | The Fifth Element | Option 002

[bzzzzz]

"Ohmigod."

It sounds like it came from the plant in the corner. The plant is now moving.

"Ohmigod. Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod."

If anyone is looking closely, they'll see two wide eyes staring out from the foliage, but they're darting around so quickly it's hard to keep track of them. You'd have to be close to hear the next words out of his mouth, spoken in a frantic whisper.

"Ladies and gentleman, I-I-I'm not sure how to explain what my eyes are seeing. It's a room. A big room with tables and chairs and I think it's a restaurant there's food and people, and they're drinking and-- ohmigod I think they see me. Ohmigod, ohmigod. Ladies and gentleman, I don't know where I am. If anybody sees my entourage, tell them to send he-h-help."

[pleadingthe5th]

They did see him. At least, one individual in particular saw him, and pushed her chair back from the table where she was feasting upon a replicated rotisserie chicken. Standing, she stalked toward the decorative plant, still armed with a half-eaten drumstick, and peered back into the foliage.

"Relax, Ruby Rhod," she said, reaching behind the branches with her free hand to pull him out. "I'll protect you."

Adele DeWitt | Dollhouse | Ten Forward

[i_rule_this_house]

It's plain despite her immaculate attire and the rather expensive clutch that matches her rather expensive shoes that Adele DeWitt has seen better days. She is seated at the bar with a glass of bourbon under her nose. It is not her first, neither is it likely to be her last. Her head is just barely propped on her hand, and her rather stylish bob haircut is mussed and hanging in her eyes.

The frown is classic DeWitt, and should not be taken as an indication of her mood; however, it does rather complete the overall look, doesn't it?

It is a rather crucial moment in her house to find herself whisked off to space. The threat of a coup both in and outside the walls of the Dollhouse presses in on her, and taken from her office there isn't a damn thing she could do about it. Topher is weak; he'll roll over for the first management to scratch behind his ears. Echo ... well, she's destined for the Attic, isn't she?

Her house is encamped by wolves at every corner while she is here, languishing in a bar, cross enough to use her own fists should the man responsible for her abduction show his face.

[ex_trustandobey915]

"You should know the alcohol here is synthetic," says a woman's voice from nearby. "You can't really get drunk, if that's what you were trying to do."

Christine is sitting just a couple barstools down from Adele, and while she's not as fashionably dressed as the other woman, she's still sharply turned out in a neat, dark-colored skirt suit and low heels. There are black leather gloves on her hands, and a metallic badge on her lapel embossed with what might be recognizable as the Greek letter psi. A mug of hot coffee is sitting on the counter in front of her.

She smiles slightly, trying for sympathetic. She's not actively reading Adele's thoughts or emotions, because that would be both illegal and a violation of her privacy, but one doesn't really have to be a telepath to tell that the woman has probably seen better days.

Grant Ward| Agents of Shield option 2 (be kind, he's a weak voice)

[agentboring]

The past couple of years have exposed Grant to quite a few unexpected things. Ever since the attack on New York things had gone from strange to worse. He thought he'd - if not seen it all - gotten used to it enough that it wouldn't throw him.

Showing up on the Enterprise when he'd been expecting to just go and check on some of his cutting off the fat of Hydra operations...

Well

That threw him.

Briefly.

He recovered quickly and immediately started looking around the room. A bar.

Aliens.

He was in space.

"Well."

Because what else could you say to that?

Still, things must be done... turning to someone he said, charming smile on. Good old Agent Ward of Shield. Bland. Dull. "Excuse me... I don't suppose you could tell me what just happened?"

[holds_her_own]

[OOC: s h r i e k ! ! Would an Agent Hill be too intense for your baby muse? I've been dying to thread with a Ward, but I could happily send someone else to make it easier. :D]

Harry Dresden, age 17-ish AU | Dresden Files books | Ten Forward

[beforetheduster]

Harry strolled around the room, chuckling to himself. He kept his mind as carefully schooled as he could, trying to remember every damn thing he could from those books, that show, and what Ebenezer had told him.

Because... oh man. Really?

He stared around him in wonder, the stars, the aliens, and the familiar sights dancing in his eyes. Of all the voyages into other universes he had experienced, this one beat them all for sheer cool-factor! He didn't even mind that he was trapped here!

Heck! This might well be the vacation he desperately needed!

[wardenofseattle]

Young Mister Dresden was probably not expecting to bump into the--admittedly eccentric--magical Warden of Chicago on a space ship. Then again, when Marley Jacobs had been engulfed in a gout of dragon fire, she hadn't expected to be transported to the 24th Century. She certainly wasn't expecting to take on another apprentice, though in light of the fact that her nephew was nowhere to be seen, she might not have much of a choice.

Thor Odinson | Marvel Movie Universe | Canon Between Thor: DW and A: AoU

[callmethor]

Thor was sitting at the window, smiling, watching the room and the stars, and enjoying himself. Far from home, far from the Avengers and Asgard and Loki, Thor was finding himself happy. He had been happy with Jane, and that was the only downside, but he was adaptive, and he was doing just fine, just being himself, and ignoring the sometimes ache that was within him. He'd been around for a little while, but he still felt new here.

Today, he was dressed in casual wear, a neon red top, jeans, and tennis shoes. It felt almost comfortable after his time on Midgard.

He had a giant flagon of meed, which he had made after replicating what he needed from the panels in his rooms. He drank from it and watched the stars shine on these mortals.

Re: Thor Odinson | Marvel Movie Universe | Canon Between Thor: DW and A: AoU

[holds_her_own]

Hello.

Thor: God of Biceps is on the Enterprise.

Hill will be the first one to admit that getting marooned here has put her in a bad mood. Her career has just recently taken a new direction and she doesn't have time for alien gods and their problems.

But Goldilocks? She'll make time for him.

She abandons her beer at the bar and stops a few feet from his table, holding herself with the same straight-shouldered confidence of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent even in a business formal pencil skirt and pumps.

"Fancy meeting you here," she smirks.

Clara Oswald | Doctor Who | OTA

[braveheart_clara]

[O1: Turbolift]
Clara Oswald has barely been here a day and already she is pretty sure something has it out for her. Trying to find the lounge again she took the lift, because that was how one got around this place, wasn’t it? She didn’t mind then normally, but there was the Law of Mechanical things to keep in mind, like when the lift suddenly comes to a hard stop.

The moment it stopped she realized they had been doing sideways by the way her body pitched to the left, running into the wall, her hand grasping at the smooth surface to get a hold of herself and keep herself on her feet. Oh. Okay. This was a thing.

It had gone dark, and there was just the two of them in here, so that wasn’t too bad. The part about there being two of them on the lift, not the part about it going dark.

“Oookay. This shouldn’t be a problem. Lifts break down all the time, right?” She said to her companion, sliding up the wall to stand proper again and looking to them to make sure they were all right.

---

[O2: Ten Forward (mild spoiler warning for ”Face the Raven”)]
When Clara appeared she stood still, arms lowering to her sides but eyes still closed a moment. There were sounds that were out of place for her last location. There were things going on around her that didn’t make sense.

One eye at first, popped open and peeked out, looking. The next eye followed, both widening as she looked around. She looked surprised, confused and a bit lost, but it didn’t have anything to do with the aliens sitting around at tables or the bar. It had more to do with her being here at all. Is this where you go when you…

No, something else must be going on. Her hand reached back to rub the back of her neck, not as if she could feel the counter before, but it couldn’t hurt to try and check, right. She turned once, looking around, and turned the other way, as if to confirm that the location was solid and very much before her.

Bouncing once on her toes she curiously looked around as she stepped forward, moving now past a couple of people and to the humongous wall of windows, the view of space. Space too didn’t surprise her. If this is where she went in the end then all the better. Still, space had a calming effect on her. “Oh my stars…” she whispered to herself, staring out a window and mentally trying to piece things together. She should ask someone. That is the first logical step. Speak up and ask someone where she was…

Being distracted by the field of space before her though helped to calm her mind. After all, this shouldn’t be happening. Maybe the Doctor managed to pull off a miracle some how. She thought to herself, smiling sadly at the thought. He said there was no way around this. Who knows what is going on here, but she was going to take about ten minutes to collect herself. To get her brain back in working order and not where it was before. There had to be a reason for this, she just had to focus and think. Be clever.

For now, one could see the small woman staring out the windows, seeming a bit dazed but calm. If no one bothers to speak to her after a while, and if nothing gets her attention, it’ll be a good ten minutes before she snaps out of it and starts to look for someone to speak to.

Let's do 1, only because of where Twelve is in game XD

[not_the_question]

The Doctor wasn't in the lift. But he was in the hall when it broke down. And something... Or rather someone, sounded familiar. Far too familiar. It was a voice he had missed for too many weeks now.

Weeks, because thinking about it in months was too short and in days was far too long. So, weeks was how he decided to think about it.

The voice, though. Had to be in his head. Because while he absolutely wanted it to be the owner of the voice, he daren't wish she was here. He wouldn't wish that on anyone. To be snatched from their home worlds and placed here.

Focus, Doctor! He approaches the doors, but they don't open so he knocks on them.

"Hello? Hello? Is any one there? Can you hear me?"

Olan'atar | Star Trek OC | Ten Forward

[hallowedarethefounders]

Olan'atar was on his way to the transporter room for his mission. He was supposed to rescue some old professor from Earth, who'd been abducted, from what he'd guessed from some overheard conversations. He didn't know the specifics, which was odd, because he was usually told about the missions. Something was off.

He was turning a corner when he found himself...

... in what looked like the main lounge of a Galaxy-class starship. Olan'atar knew because he's been there in a few holodeck simulations back at the Academy. But this time, it couldn't be a holodeck simulation. He hadn't been anywhere near holodecks on his way. Besides, it looked like a 2360s Galaxy-class starship, looking brand new at that, rather than a modern refit.

"What in the name of Odo is this?"

Hi there! :)

[mr_laforge]

"Whoa!" Here's the thing nobody talks about around here: when people are suddenly zapped on board without warning, they're just dropped wherever Q decides to drop them. Like straight in the path of the Chief Engineer.

He overcompensates for the speed he was traveling by pulling back, data PADD smacking him in the chest and then clattering to the floor. He sighs, bending down to pick it up. "Sorry about that. I wasn't expecting y..."

The friendly chuckle leaves his voice pretty quick, as soon as he's back on his feet and facing the new arrival. Jem'Hadar? Here? Geordi tenses, stuck between his fight or flight instincts and wondering just what the heck is going on.

Pete Lattimer || Warehouse 13, post-canon || OTAAAA

[hey_heyhey]

002.Endless wonder

Endless wonder...

Endless. Wonder.

Endless wonder.

Ping!

"Say whaaaaaaaaaa...?" Okay, so maybe it's not the greatest first contact introduction. It's no "One small step," or "We come in peace," and it's definitely no "Take me to your leader," but for all the weird voodoo someone starts to expect when they've been working for the Warehouse long enough, getting zapped into another dimension still isn't something the manual prepares you for. Or maybe it is. He doesn't know, he hasn't read it all yet. But he has read it, so ha! Take that, Mrs. F.

Wait, where was he? Oh yeah. "...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?" He looks to the left. He looks to the right. He looks to the left again NO, FAKE-OUT! Back to the right. Pete is turning in circles like a dog that's just lost its favorite tennis ball. "Uh. Guys?"

They were just here a minute ago. "... Are we on the Enterprise? Guys?"



001.

"Zoinks!" Pete says, gripping the back wall. Right, so this whole starship Enterprise thing is uh-mazing. He's already pissed off two Klingons and asked Captain Picard if he can rub his head for luck, so there's his bucket list taken care of. But it's just now dawning on him that the turbolifts aren't supposed to do what they just did. "Ruh-roh."

Is he trapped in a turbolift on the Enterprise? Is this for real happening?

Don't mind the stranger in the corner who is not panicking, because he's too busy laughing with glee. We promise he isn't dangerous.

002 - Sorry-not-sorry Pete

[feellikeibelong]

Helena had been on her way to another part of the ship when she saw a very familiar person up ahead. So she simply stopped and watched him as he turned this way and that. A bemused smirk crossed her face and she crossed her arms as she let him fret for some moments about where he was. So once he seemed to settle down enough to ask where he was, she stepped forward, that bemused smirk still on her face.

"Indeed, this would the Enterprise. Welcome aboard, as they say." There was a sparkle in her eyes. And she would never admit it out loud, or at least not out loud to Pete or anyone that might tell him, but Helena had missed him. While sometimes his playfulness and childish behavior irritated her, he was a genuinely good guy, and she did like being around him at times.

Though sometimes he did remind her a little too much of her brother, Charles, and those were the times when she just wanted to slap him. But that was just Pete being Pete. If women didn't want to slap him now and again, there was something wrong, right? Right.

Regina Mills || OUaT, 5x01 endscenes || Option 002

[happilyneverafter]

"What the hell is going on?" asks the latest victim of this little multi-universal prank, standing in the middle of the room with her skirts in her hands as if she were just preparing to cross over a threshold.

That's right. We said skirts.

Regina drops the red velvet, allowing it to billow and swish at her feet as her hands go to her hips. She takes a long, hard look around the room. This isn't right. It's not Granny's, it's certainly not Camelot, but it's clear there's some kind of magic in this place. The others are gone, leaving her to figure this out on her own, as usual. Fine. Her chestnut eyes land on the first passerby unlucky enough to stop and stare, and once more her rich voice rolls off her tongue in a dark, satiny command.

"Somebody explain."

[seekingcrocodile]

"I'm not sure there is an explanation." He's familiar to her, but based on his style of dress, he doesn't seem to have come from Camelot. He's still dressed like he was in Storybrooke. "At least no explanation that makes any sort of sense. It's not travel between realms like you're used to."

He's assuming that she's the same woman he knows. She looks and sounds the same, after all, even if he doesn't remember her ever dressing like that when she was the queen (not that he's an expert on that). He hasn't yet realized that he may be wrong about that. He's no expert on multiple universes either.

Sam Winchester | Supernatural | Option 001

[iwatchtjhooker]

Sure, he's been stuck in elevators before. Maybe not elevators you spoke to to get moving, so maybe there's something he's not understanding about controls. Is there a hidden access panel? Can he fit through the trap that must exist in the ceiling?

Or does he just wait with the other(s), hoping technology has advanced in the past few hundred years, despite the fact that it's currently looking just as it always has.

[ooc: I haven't entirely decided when I'd pull him from, if I do end up doing this, so suggestions are also welcome]

[dust_of_life]

Fatima was in her own world, scrolling through her watch from Zelien. She barely noticed when the lift stopped to pick up a second passenger. Sloppy on her part, admittedly. But it had been a long time since anyone or anything had tried to kill her.

She'd grown dangerously complacent.

As the lift started again, her mind was occupied with thoughts of those she'd left behind. Despite Beverly's warnings about this Q guy, she was working up a plan. Some way to convince him that her friends needed a good kidnapping from Zelien.

It was only when the lights flickered and the lift came to a sudden stop that she lifted her eyes from the messages on the tiny screen.

The noise she made was somewhere between a gasp and a shriek.

Ceilidh McCallum| OC

[princessstabbity]

The small red haired girl carrying a princess doll covered in 'blood' gasps loudly when the elevator stops and the light flickers. Her eyes go wide and she says, "Oh Noooo! We're trapped and the Elevator Wraiths are going to come and eaaaaaat ussss!! And then when the elevator starts up again people will only find our bones cleaned of aaaallll flesh!!!"

She adds some dramatic flailing as she speaks, the doll flapping in her hands. "We're DOOOMMED!! DOOOMED!!!"

Re: Ceilidh McCallum| OC

[professorsong]

The stopping of the lift didn't phase River in the slightest. The girl's words however had her looking around. All the lights were working. Bright. No shadows. She dropped to kneel on one knee and took the child by the shoulders gently but firmly. "Look, no shadows. Too many light sources for them to find a crack to get into. We're safe."

Genesis Rhapsodos | Final Fantasy VII Compilation | Female AU, she's a returnee but no memories

[rhapsoidein]

Genesis had been stuck in elevators before but never had the lights flickered and suddenly she was not in a WRO elevator but a decidedly different one.

And she wasn't alone.

She backed up against the wall, a hand on her bangle in preparation for a spell if need be. She was trapped and her sword would only cause more harm than good in the small space. "Who are you? Where am I?"

[ooc:For anyone who knew her prior, she's basically back to tip top shape and her hair much longer and tied back. Although she's back to having only one wing, but it's hidden as usual.

She looks like this minus the tattoo]

I'm sorry I couldn't resist >_>

[stark_spangled]

He's not a member of Starfleet, and he knows they have their own way of doing things. It's not that he doesn't respect that. Lieutenant Worf and by extension Captain Picard run a tight ship, considering the challenge Q presents. He respects them, as much as a 20th Century former Army Captain can. But...

But when there are people trapped on an elevator, and he has his own unique skill set to offer to the mix, he also can't in good conscience sit back and wait. Starfleet officer or not.

A loud thud comes from the top of the turbolift, and it's followed soon after by a man's voice. "Everyone, watch your heads!"

About 4 seconds later, the emergency hatch door comes crashing to the floor. About 2 seconds after that, a tall blond in combat-issue boots lands on top of it.

"Is everyone all right?" he asks, concern furrowing his brow. He has his hands held out to show he isn't holding a weapon and he's not there to cause them harm. But that's when he sees Genesis, and he suddenly stands a little straighter, eyes a little wider. "Genny?"

Radical Edward | Cowboy Bebop (post anime) | Option 2

[radical_hacker]

When the flash of light showing someone else had been winked onboard went away a scooter could be heard crashing into a nearby pillar. But the young woman atop the scooter hopped off the bike basically unharmed (beyond a few bruises). A splash of red hair seemed to bounce as she scanned the scene around her: it was basically not the arrival port on Ganymede. "Well for a detour this is one of the more interesting one!" she giggled as she went to working on the damaged scooter.

For the woman known as Radical Edward she only knew one thing: this was going to get interesting!

[and_she_waited]

"Are you all right?" laughs Amy.

She saw the whole thing from the bar. Don't mistake her, she is serious in asking. It's just that the crash was a laugh to watch.

Booker DeWitt | Bioshock Infinite | Revolving Door Ten Forward

[just_dewitt]

"Oh for crying out loud!" Booker growled it out as he looked around, appearing yet again in Ten Forward, for the third time. And for a second time in only a towel.

"Goddamn it, Q! Leave me alone!" This time, he at least had the baby crib standing next to him, and he checked Anna to make sure she was still asleep, then reached over her head and checked the weapons concealed there, then pulled out a PADD, and activated it's synchronization function. A moment later he stared.

"Really? A month and a half? That's it? What the heck was that about?" Of course, for him, it had been about six months, long enough to send him back to his now reset timeline, then to a new world, where he picked up a few surprises. At least Anna could sleep through almost anything now.

Lt Commander Wesley Crusher | Star Trek Next Gen and Beyond | Ten Forward

[destinysbitch]

There was a Snap of light, and a middle aged man, one with a small beard and a Lt Commander's uniform appeared. Of course, it was also several years out of date... future-wise, not past-wise. One hand held a multi-phasic interphase 'screwdriver', which was glowing on one tip, until the man realized he was there, and snapped it off.

"What?"

Wesley Crusher, which was his name, stumbled, and felt a shock of pain as he was cut off from most of his perceptions and powers. He groaned as he grabbed hold of a nearby chair, and stared around wildly, trying to reach out to both his abilities and a Traveler! And neither worked.

Feeling something like a mix between panic and wonder, Wesley spoke to the air. "Computer, what year and ship is this?"

"The year is 2378, the ship is the U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701-D."

Wesley paled, then swore to himself in a dialect of Vulcan he had learned from Commander Tuvok. "Oh no. This is so not good."

He hurriedly placed the screwdriver in a pocket and made his way toward the door. He had to get out of sight, and find out what was going on, and now!

Re: Lt Commander Wesley Crusher | Star Trek Next Gen and Beyond | Ten Forward

[techno_galen]

Galen was hanging around Ten Forward, since it was the best place to find out information. And since the best way to find it out was if no one knew he was there, he was invisible.

His sensors told him this man had just appeared - one moment he wasn't there, the next he was, with nothing in between. Galen conjured an invisible platform beneath and sent it floating to the door. He dissolved it at the same time as he dissolved the distortion field making him invisible. To anyone watching it looked like he'd just appeared by the doors to Ten Forward.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

Charlemagne Bolivar | Andromeda | option 1

[superiorcat]

So he had taken the whole being whisked away from his visit to the Andromeda reasonably well, though it was a damn shame to be missing the party for the signatories, but this?

When his communicator remained dark, not even giving a beep, a scowl flickered over Charlemagne Bolivar's face before the smile returned. He had too much control over his body language for his bone blades to flex, but there was a new tension to him as he sized up his companions for this involuntary turbolift party. Back home, accidents were rarely accidents, and more often assassination attempts. If it weren't the same here, life might soon become unbearably dull.

"So I take it we are going to be trapped in here for however long it takes them to notice I'm missing?" he asked briskly. He would, obviously, be the one most urgently missed.

[darkestbeliever]

Henry had been enjoying the peace and quiet of the broken turbolift but he knew that wasn't going to be the case forever. Either the crew would fix it, or Q would see fit to give him company and it seemed as though the latter had gone true.

Standing up from his sitting position on the floor, he chuckled softly. "No one will notice you're missing. Time travel works wonders on that." He leant against the wall with his arms crossed and kept up his amused expression.