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

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?"

[kristenkgcpd]

"Just banged up and dealing with a tangled skirt I think." but Kristen let the stranger help her off the floor. "And no kidding, I'm just an archivist and picked the worst night to work late and deal with backlog." she confessed. "And tonight's version was asylum escapees, at least that's what I think it was."

[a_vry_good_time]

He grimaces.

"That sounds familiar," he mutters under his breath. Well, at least up until the asylum escapees. That sounds like a cakewalk compared to Evelyn, her book of the dead, and bloodthirsty mummies coming after everyone in Egypt.

What is it with archivists?

"Looks like you got lucky," he says, once he's confirmed for himself that she isn't bleeding anywhere. "You should pick a less interesting job," he smirks.

[kristenkgcpd]

"I like creating order from the chaos. But then I work for the police in Gotham." Kristen could not help but make a joke. "But then I could do without the mob war and asylum escapees myself." That was when she finally asked the big question,"So how did I go from the GCPD squad room to what looks like a bar?"

[a_vry_good_time]

"Sounds like a nice place," he comments, his voice as dry as the Sahara. "Never heard of it."

Now that she's on her feet, he can see that the rest of her isn't hard on the eyes either. It makes him wonder what a lady like her is doing in the middle of a place like this Gotham she's describing.

"Beats me, Lady, I just got here myself," he shrugs. "Last I looked it was 1926 and I was climbing around in a 3,000 year old tomb looking for some sort of ... scepter? Or scarab? I stop listening after a while. A minute later, I was here."

He looks around the room ominously. "Wherever the hell 'here' is."

[kristenkgcpd]

"That explains you not knowing Gotham, I'm from late 2015" Kristen offered to Rick. "And your guess is as good as mine." she mused. "But I am a little curious, what kind of scepter were you looking for?" she asked mostly since she was quite curious.