TEST DRIVE #16 - Turbolifts and Ten Forward

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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

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.

[iwatchtjhooker]

Okay, so even in the future, people couldn't put down their phones. That was all well and good, Sam guessed--he didn't know many people here, wasn't sure exactly what he was supposed to be doing, and he wasn't going to start conversations in elevators if all he had to say was, "hey, you from the future?"

When the lights flickered, he automatically began to look for other signs of the paranormal, but there was no sudden cold, no unusual smells, nothing he could pinpoint. So he began looking for an escape route when the noise came, and he glanced over at his companion, trying to look his least threatening.

"Look, it's just a stopped elevator. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about."

[dust_of_life]

Three simultaneous thoughts flashed through Fatima's mind all at the same time, nearly jumbling into a mess:

Sam had walked into the lift when it stopped...

Sam hadn't recognized her or acknowledged her being there...

This wasn't really Sam...

She had become too complacent and would kick herself for it later. But for the moment, she quickly reached into her bag, pulling out the hunting knife she'd stolen from Zelien. Planting her feet, she tried to formulate a plan, but all of the facts she had about his world were a tangled mess. And she couldn't escape the fact that whoever this was, it was staring back at her with those same eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" she snarled. Fatima's accent was decidedly American. West coast. And her tone was taking everything extremely personally.

[iwatchtjhooker]

"Excuse me?" Sam said, genuinely bewildered. This was more the response he'd expect from something he was hunting, not a random lady in an elevator. "Sam. Sam Winchester. I... got on the lift a few minutes ago. I didn't meant to startle you."

[dust_of_life]

Artemis and Liam constantly encouraged Fatima to take a 'look before you leap' approach to things. But as she hadn't seen them in nearly two years, Fatima had more than fallen out of the habit.

"Wrong answer," she said. "You want to try something more convincing?"

But she didn't wait.

Benching her knees, she kicked up off of the floor, aiming a sharp scissor kick at his shoulder. She picked a particularly fleshy spot for her stiletto to hit, hoping to draw blood, but not cause any permanent damage.

Maybe it wasn't Sam but...the body...

[iwatchtjhooker]

More convincing? Than the truth? Sam opened his mouth to protest but she was launching herself towards him.

"The hell?"

He deflected, but her kick glanced off the bone and he grabbed for her with his other arm, hoping to at least disarm her before this escalated even further.

[dust_of_life]

Okay. He was better at hand-to-hand than Sam. She'd give him that. And when it came to raw strength, Sam had always had her beat. She couldn't move the knife, but that would be fine. She didn't want to use it unless she had to.

"Sam Winchester is a sweet puppy-boy in an emo-hoodie who likes to suck my toes," she growled. "Try again."

And then she slammed her forehead into the bridge of his nose.

Re: Sam Winchester | Supernatural | Option 001

[student_lighter]

Chris made sure his charges were safe first. Sorry Sam, you were already taken. Once he made sure they (and his family) were all safe, Chris started on the turbolifts, which was admittedly difficult since he didn't exactly know the ship that well yet. Still, Sam should be at least grateful when he sees Chris orb in, a flurry of blue and white lights.

"You alright? Want to hitch a ride out?"

[iwatchtjhooker]

"Ah!" Sam might feel gratitude in a moment. For now, he's staring at the suddenly-appearing young man. "What did... how did you do that?"

Maybe it's that transporter thing he's heard about?

[student_lighter]

"I'm half-Whitelighter. It's kind of like a guardian angel for witches and future whitelighters." No need for this guy to know his entire lineage. Not yet. That could probably wait until they were out of the elevator.

"It's called orbing. It's a kind of magical teleportation. And....I'm completely freaking you out right now, aren't I?"

[iwatchtjhooker]

Sam's eyes narrow.

"Well, I have to say... I haven't always had the best experience with witches."

[student_lighter]

"You know, most people I know who piss off witches tend to deserve it." Sorry Sam, he hasn't exactly had good experience with hunters either.

"By the way, I'm also half witch. So watch it." Chris crossed his arms over his chest. "So what happened to you with witches? Something big enough to make you want to stay stuck in this lift."

[iwatchtjhooker]

"I didn't say I wanted to stay stuck in the lift," Sam protested, realizing he'd misstepped but also not really thinking he could be blamed. "Just that, uh, all the witches I've ever met practice black magic. Which... the fact you're offering to help should have clued me in before I started digging this enormous hole..."

Sam winces, rubbing his eyes.

[my_guardian_devil]

"Right."

Sorry, Sam. It would be helpful if you'd gotten stuck with one of the guys who run this place, or anybody in a uniform really, but you'll have to make it work with Elizabeth Keen. On the plus side, even if she doesn't know anything about starships she's resourceful and, judging by the tone of her voice, not easily daunted.

She looks down (she'd been thinking about the trap in the ceiling, too), and arches her eyebrows at him. "I'm not sure if it's supposed to be comforting to know that even three hundred years into the future elevators still break down, but at least it's something familiar."

[iwatchtjhooker]

Sam huffed a laugh, grateful for the attempt on her part, anyway. "Right," he said. "It's like a death and taxes thing." His brow furrowed. "Except if they don't have money here, they must have solved that one."

Sorry. Not sorry... I couldn't help myself

[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!!!"

lol don't be

[iwatchtjhooker]

Sam's been eyeing the girl the whole ride. It's weird enough that she's alone on a spaceship. The doll is troubling, as well. So when the elevator flickers to a halt and she starts screaming, Sam isn't sure whether to reassure her or look for some holy water to throw at her.

"We're not doomed," he says, trying to be heard over her noise. "There's no such thing as an Elevator Wraith."

Unless she is one. In which case, definitely at least one of them was doomed.

He may wish otherwise...

[princessstabbity]

No. She's only a little girl ... a small hyperactive little girl who is trapped in an elevator with Sam. The Elevator Wraith may be preferable.

"Yes there are! My Uncle Rory told me so." There's a very serious nod here. The sort of serious nods that only small children can give when imparting information that the obviously silly adults don't know. "But it's okay. Princess Stabbity will protect you. She's a great warrior princess who has killed lots of people and everyone fears her."

The doll, that also has a 'blood'covered sword, is shown to reassure Sam.

It's probably not very reassuring.

he's not in charge here

[iwatchtjhooker]

"Princess... Stabbity." Sam eyes the doll and swallows, eyes flicking back to the girl and searching for any signs of... he doesn't even know. It's not like most things are obvious without some kind of charm or equipment. Then again, he hasn't felt any cold spots or smelled sulfur.

The lights flickering, though. That's a bad sign. Or a sign he's simply trapped in an elevator with a really weird, but human, child.

"What sort of people does she kill?"

Poor baby

[princessstabbity]

Perfectly human. A perfectly normal girl. Okay, she's got magic, but other than that...

She's perfectly normal.

For a given value of normal.

"Bad people. Who hurt others." She raises her arms up again, clearly being over dramatic, "Like EVIL FAIRIES WHO KIDNAP PEOPLE!! Or STUPID GIRLS IN CLASS WHO THINK THEY'RE BETTER THAN YOU BECAUSE THEY GOT A PONY!! Or NECROMANCERS that eat HEARTS!! Or WRAITHS THAT STEAL YOUR SOULS!!! OR THOSE STUPID PEOPLE WHO WRITE MEAN LETTERS TO MOMMA AND SAY SHE'S A BAD SINGER AND THE AWARD SHOULD HAVE GONE TO SOMEONE ELSE!!"

[iwatchtjhooker]

Anyone else watching, if they could, would be amused at the comically uncertain look on the very tall man's face when confronted with an over-dramatic possible child possible psychopathic demon.

"That's... quite the death toll," he says, after swallowing. "She must be really busy."

hopefully you don't mind a very late reply to this?

[notthatpond]

Amy just wanted to vanish when she realized who was in the lift with her. Hopefully she could just get out before her recognized her. It was when it stopped she gave a whine and cursed her luck.

Re: hopefully you don't mind a very late reply to this?

[iwatchtjhooker]

The whine got his attention, and he turned to take the woman in. It was a long moment, born of incorrect context, before he figured out why she looked so familiar. "Amy?" Sam frowned, and blinked. "What... are you doing here?"  That was her, wasn't it? Not some Starfleet officer who looked like her? The way she was eying him, he thought chances were pretty good this was not a stranger.

[notthatpond]

She was contemplating just clawing at the walls of the lift to get out of there. It wasn't that she wasn't glad to see Sam. She was. Really. It was... Amy was more than a little concerned that where he was there was that brother of his usually not far behind. That brother that had been hunting her mother and indirectly her as well. If he knew about her, well that was something she wasn't sure about. Sam had been different.

There was no escape though. He was talking to her. She couldn't ignore him. "Hey Sam." She finally looked up at him with a sad little smile. "I'm still not sure why I was brought here." Someone clearly had a plan but why her, well... "I didn't expect to see you here. Are you on your own?" Not so subtle there.