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

[not_the_question]

No, exploding the TARDIS is strictly for saving the Universe Moments.

"But will that be enough to get a god-like's attention? Something small?"

He's tapping his hand on the table top. Not trying to be annoying. But it is purposeful. As if he's typing on one of the keyboards of the console. He's plotting, working out calculations.

"We would probably only get one-shot at it."

'We' - echoing her use of the word.

[braveheart_clara]

The tapping thing wasn't really all that annoying. It only got annoying when she too as in an agitated state and couldn't concentrate. Right now she was more just... calm. Maybe a bit drained feeling. There was so much information to take in and information to remember not to say. Things she couldn't do or say or else give away spoilers to his future.

She was calm and relaxed, as best she could be at least, rolling her wine glass between her fingers to keep herself occupied as he thought. She recognizes the tapping as thinking. Working things out.

"Perhaps not. If it's too small and inconsequential, and we lived through it, I can see the Captain of the ship trying to put us in the brig. Which Captain is it, anyhow?" She suddenly asked, realizing she wasn't sure. Seriously, she should have watched more Star Trek on TV. She waved it off with a shake of her head though, frowning. "I would want more proof though. Before we tried to take out an entire ship. How many people are on board?"

She was glad to see he wasn't fighting the 'we' part of this.

And making up numbers as I go along...

[not_the_question]

"The Captain is Jean-Luc Picard. He seems to have a good enough head on his shoulders."

Though the brig would be less than ideal.

"Approximately 350. With 100 of that being crew. If I had access to the TARDIS, it wouldn't be an issue. Project a hologram of the Enterprise exploding. but the ship safe inside the TARDIS."

He sighs and sips down the rest of his drink.

"But nothing can ever be easy."

Seems reasonable!

[braveheart_clara]

As he said the captains name, she ran her hand over the space above her head, curved hand as if rubbing back and forth over a dome. A brow raised. It was a very simple look of 'Do you mean the bald one?' That was the one her mom loved. She really should have paid better attention, huh.

The numbers he quoted though, were small in comparison to some things that had... been destroyed tragically. But honestly, even one person who might end up dead in this seemed like a bad idea. Still, his talking about projections and holograms and the ship safe inside, she took interest again. Now this sounds like a doable idea. Acceptable.

"And even a TARDIS key wont work?" She asked, moving to rest her hand at her chest, above the breastbone where her key rests, hides, safe and close to her poor single heart. "That does beg to wonder, if this Q is all powerful and watching, wouldn't it notice if the ship and all his people were somewhere else and a projection is all it sees?"

[not_the_question]

He cracks a small smile at her gesture and nods. And if a small snort escapes him, well. He's needed this. He's been more or less on his own here for far too long. Sure there's the humanish-TARDIS, but she's from so far in his future, it's difficult.

"Nothing works. Keys, telepathic link, help from others..."

He shakes his head. Honestly, that causes him more pain that he can admit.

"And letting her fleshy version try, would be bad. That might actually destroy everything."

He pauses in thought. "Well, given what the TARDIS can usually do, no. Even Cridhe still has some of those abilities. She transformed the Enterprise gardens fairly effortlessly. But making the whole ship appear to crash, well, she'd need the support of her boxy components to accomplish that."