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...

Comments

[anexquisitecreature]

"Maybe he feels like he failed with me, because I made a decision on my own, so now he needs to prove his way is right."

Oh, that had many layers of bitterness.

She shrugs it off, and follows the path his eyes take.

"Recon sounds like a plan. Find out if we're in a really good hallucination, or if we're really in space."

[prefers_magneto]

"I wonder if we're free to leave this room," Erik remarks, tossing the napkin onto the bar and heading for the door.

[anexquisitecreature]

"I sure hope so," she mutters, then slides off her stool and scoops up her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder before striding after him.

[prefers_magneto]

Erik's cape flutters around his calves as he approaches the door, stopping just short of it, but it slides open on its own with a soft 'whoosh'. He glances over his shoulder at Raven, then steps into an immaculate, wide hallway.

That answers one question.

He looks at her again. "Which way?"

[anexquisitecreature]

She's glad she's behind him, so he doesn't see her grin at his cape. Majestic as fuck, he is.

Her expression is under control by the time he speaks, and she looks out at the hall, before looking back into the bar. If those windows are real, either way will take them deeper in the the ship.

"Left."

[prefers_magneto]

Left. He turns, heading in the direction she indicated.

"It's very...pristine. Like a cruiseship."

[anexquisitecreature]

"Do you think they have a kick line show with feather headdresses and spangled underwear we can watch while drinking cocktails with umbrellas in them?"

A joke, to cover the mild uneasiness at how very accurate his description was. Pristine. It's a difficult standard to maintain, and suggests money or power - or both, and far too much of it.

[prefers_magneto]

"I hope they let us know what time happy hour is," he returned dryly. The corridor seemed to go on and on and on. "This thing is huge." He could feel it, already, when they were in the bar. But walking it was entirely more intimate.

[anexquisitecreature]

If they'd just left it, it doesn't bode well for a bar. Although, do they really want to be on a floating hunk of metal in space piloted by people who were completely and utterly drunk off their tits, as Charles had been heard to say and swiftly denied? No.

"How huge? Stadium huge?"