TEST DRIVE #18 - Ten Forward & the Low Grav Gymnasium

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Option 001. Ten Forward: The first thing you see is a bar. A large, lively bar filled with many different faces and many different smells, sights, and sounds. This is Ten Forward, the Enterprise's off-duty lounge; feel free to get acquainted with your fellow travelers and try to find somebody who's in charge: this is your new home now, after all...







Option 002. The Low-Gravity Gymnasium: The gym is a large room with several alcove-like sections housing the aerobics and martial arts areas, a parrises squares area, an anbo-jyutsu court, and a separate fencing room. Most noteworthy is the area dedicated for zero-gravity training.

Zero-gravity can be, well, kind of weird, because it's not like a gradual loss of the pressure holding you to the floor--you may have taken the turbolifts, just expecting to take a leisurely run, or maybe work out with a treadmill to get in some cardio, but the minute you step into the gym you're floating, as is anything you might have been holding or bringing with you.

What now? Panic, flail, and try to swim through the air back to where the gravity is normal? Do you make the best of it and tough it out to get your exercise in? Or, as we recommend, do you start having fun with the sudden game of weightlessness? Pick your personal scenario and have fun with all the other weightless people.

Boy, this is gonna make hitting the showers after your workout awkward...

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Ten Forward!

[prefers_magneto]

Erik's clothing would probably stand out as a little unusual in any situation, though the diversity of faces - some decidedly not human, or even mutant - meant he wasn't giving it enough thought to be self-conscious, either about his outfit or the still-bloody wound to his neck. He would never have guessed that his escape from the White House would land him...where even was here?

He moved through the crowd, not expecting any familiar faces, looking for someone with some information. And who better than the bartender? He stepped up to the bar and kept watchful eyes on everything around him.

[seventysevenarguments]

As Rosa moved through the lounge, she tried to keep her expression neutral. This place was weird, filled with seriously weird weirdos in weird clothes and she didn't like it. Well, okay, she didn't not like it, because that would mean she would have to have some sort of emotion about it in the first place, which she pretty much didn't, but it was definitely...weird. New. Different.

Rosa didn't particularly like different. She'd had a hard enough time with it in Brooklyn.

Whatever. She sighed to herself as she made it to the bar, trying to ignore the jerk in the maroon body armor next to her. Seriously, who even wears stuff like that?

[prefers_magneto]

If she'd noticed the cape, she would have understood the outfit. He spared her a brief glance when she stepped up beside him.

"You don't look like you fit in, either," he noted.

[seventysevenarguments]

No, no. The cape didn't help at all. Seriously.

She shot him a Look, eyebrow raising.

"I doubt anyone here's really from here," she said. She was feeling talkative, apparently. This guy should consider himself lucky.

[prefers_magneto]

"You mean really from the bar? Probably not." He glanced around the room over his shoulder, flinching only slightly from flexing the neck wound. "But some people look decided more comfortable here than you do."

[seventysevenarguments]

Rosa stared at him. "Why would anyone be from the bar?" Clearly this guy was a genius. And what was up with his neck? Whatever. Rosa didn't care.

"I don't owe it to you to look comfortable," she said, turning away. Typical dude. Whatever.

[prefers_magneto]

"That was sarcasm; you're the one stating the obvious. But some people are more from 'here' than others and you're not one of them." But clearly her defense mechanism in a crisis was 'alienate as many people as possible'. "But I don't owe it to you to commiserate, so I suppose I'll get a drink, instead." He flagged down the bartender.

[anexquisitecreature]

Raven's clothing does not stand out, and neither does she, because right now - despite the collection of not quite your every day people on this wherever the fuck they are - blue is only going to draw attention she's not ready for.

Blending is a thing.

It's a thing he's not doing, which is either arrogant as hell or a really good defence.

"You really are shit at subtle, aren't you."

If she sounds annoyed, it's because she is. Also, she doesn't know where she is, which is mildly concerning.

[prefers_magneto]

He glances over. "Am I? I really wasn't expecting to end up here; sorry I didn't dress for the occasion."

He also doesn't know where he is. Or how he got here.

Then again, she could be hiding in plain sight in a face he doesn't know, but she's here talking to him...

"Do you know how we got here?"

[anexquisitecreature]

One eyebrow lifts. She's still kind of mad at him, but this feels like the sort of place where it's mutants for all and all for mutants, since a stadium is missing, along with the leader of the free world.

"Rude of you not to wear your helmet."

The one she still has, tucked into a backpack. There's enough metal here that he might not be able to feel it.

Raven shakes her head in answer to his question.

"If he wasn't dead, I'd have a suggestion. Do you know where here is?"

[prefers_magneto]

"You're the one that took it from me."

He hasn't had a chance to do more than flit out of the stadium. He'd barely touched the ground when he took a step and that step was into this bar. The fresh state of the wound on his neck will testify to that. And he doesn't feel anything specific. Even if he realized the metal was in her bag, he'd assume she had... weapons or something. Anything but that. Why would she have that?

He glanced behind them, gesturing to the expansive windows.

"Those say 'space'. I haven't decided if I believe them yet." Because how?

[anexquisitecreature]

He's answered his own unspoken question, and she shrugs noncommittally in response. Her own statement was kind of rhetorical, anyway, and not that important in the scheme of things. She turns to take in the windows when he draws her attention there.

"Yeeaaah. I can see why they'd say it. Stars, and all that emptiness between them."

She turns back to him, and bites the inside of her lip in thought.

"How is a good question. Why is another one. Where's everyone else springs to mind."

[prefers_magneto]

"Everyone else? Like who? Charles?" His expression hardens slightly, because nobody pisses him off on principle as much as the furry mutant that insisted on being a skinny kid with more brains than brains. "Hank?"

There hadn't been 'anyone else' around him in a long time. Considering where 'everyone else' was was a hobby he'd given up years earlier. Because wherever they were, they sure as fuck weren't coming for him.

Until one day they did.

Because they needed his help.

To stop her.

In hindsight, talking to her might have been a better idea. But hindsight was always 20/20, wasn't it?

"Their resilient friend?" Erik was pretty sure that guy was still at the bottom of the Potomac.

[anexquisitecreature]

"Or anyone, you don't have to jump to obvious conclusions."

Dirty look, directed. Then relaxed, with a sigh of irritation, because for all that he's an unremitting asshole, this is not actually either of their faults.

"Maybe you didn't notice all the secret service guys and soldiers while you were pulling that stadium stunt, but it wasn't just about you and your cape and your flying, ok? There were other people there, and none of them are here. Why just us?"

[prefers_magneto]

Oh. Those people. Well, they were just sort of there. They didn't do anything of any importance. Even their job protecting the President. She'd done that.

He shrugged.

"Their being there didn't really have much effect on my 'stadium stunt', did it? Whoever brought us here probably didn't notice them, either."

It took a lot of energy and/or money to pull of something like this kidnapping. Why waste it on nobodies?

Re: Ten Forward!

[element_wizard]

The guy sitting next to him doesn't stand out in the same way that Magneto does with his fancy costume. But Alec is carrying a sword and has rather obviously pointy ears.

He glanced over at Erik when he sits and helpfully points at his neck, "You might want to get that looked at."

[prefers_magneto]

Erik glances back. "Hmm?" His hand follows the man's eyes to his neck. Oh, right. Raven shot him.

It could have been worse.

"I'm not sure that's an option now." He glances at the man again. "You don't look like you fit in much more than I do. Did you just sort of end up here as well?"

[element_wizard]

"They actually have pretty good medical facilities here." From a pocket Alec pulls out a handkerchief and offers it. No reason for him to bleed all over the place. Or bleed in general.

"Pretty much anyone who isn't wearing those pajama like uniforms doesn't belong here. And I suppose I did sort of end up here, yeah."

[prefers_magneto]

"Where were you before you were here?" Erik asked, putting the handkerchief to his wound with a nod.

[element_wizard]

"I was..." A long pause is drawn out from him as he tried to remember. "New York, I think... with the boyfriend. I travel around lot so it's hard to keep it straight sometimes. But New York. Boyfriend and his uncle."

[prefers_magneto]

"New York?" He glanced at the sword. "Where does that come into anything New York?"

[element_wizard]

"You just asked where I was last. Besides, there are reenactment type societies and LARPS in New York, aren't there?" Alec said. Though really that sword is definitely not for any sword of LARP or reenactment society. It looks like something well used and blooded.

Also, it's made out of a non-iron based metal.

[prefers_magneto]

"I don't know what a 'LARP' is," Erik said. He glanced at the sword again. "Where are you from, then?"

Re: Ten Forward!

[orbed_out]

Paige saw the man move through Ten Forward with purpose. Her senses weren't pinging anything off the bat, so he probably wasn't here to try and kill her. Which in Paige's book, made today a total win.

She glanced over at Erik, tilting her head curiously. "Let me guess.... You're new?"

[prefers_magneto]

He looked at her when she addressed him, regarding her a second before answering.

"Is that a common scenario?"