TEST DRIVE #5 - Low Gravity Gymnasium and Ten Forward

[tenforward_m]

Option 01. 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 Enterprises' 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 02. Aboard the Enterprise, 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. While there is normally a zero-gravity area as well, today all of the gym is in zero-gravity conditions.

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.

Do you freak out, start flailing and trying to swim through the air back to where you can escape? Do you make the best of it and tough it out to get your exercise in, or do you start having fun with the sudden game of weightlessness? Pick your personal scenario and have fun with all the other weightless people.

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Ezri Dax | Star Trek: DS9

[pronounsarehard]

Ezri stood at the replicator, shifting her weight from one foot the other. Surely this was supposed to get easier right? At least, if she was looking on the bright side, she hadn't introduced herself as Curzon, Jadzia, or Torias recently. Practice made perfect right?

So, it all came down to the question, what did she want. She. Ezri. Not Curzon, not Jazia, not Emony, not any of the other hosts. This had all started when she almost ordered gagh, cancelling the order almost immediately, gagging and slamming her hand over her mouth.

"Salad, with beets--no.Steak with roasted vegetables in a butter sauce---no, no, not that....I'm going to starve at this rate," the counselor mumbled to herself, and the replicator. Then she twitched, a hand going to her stomach, images of Torias' last moments flashing in her memory like a bad movie with no pause button.

"Or maybe," Ezri muttered, "I can just get sick all over the floor. Won't that be fun? Everyone will want to come talk to me then. Way to attract attention, Ezri. "

[neverenoughluck]

The woman who approaches her is wearing a uniform, though it's likely one that only a very small number of people aboard the Enterprise will recognize; blue jacket with ribbed silver panels, a patch on the shoulder with a stylized sun familiar to anyone in her world and no-one in this, and a sparkling blue and silver pin on her collar.

She's also armed, but her force lance is safely holstered, though Molly's edgy, still not used to being around people again after being stranded on Septa Paresis all on her own.

(She's still not used to not expecting Kroton in the shadows.)

"You know," Molly says, after a moment to shake off that sense of being watched she knows isn't right, "I think that might kind of defeat the purpose of eating."

Spock {Prime} | Star Trek '09

[livedlong]

To any Starfleet personal, the man standing before one of the large windows within Ten Forward is well known. Under other more normal circumstances he would have already sought out the captain of this vessel to make his presence known, but then the circumstances he found himself in currently were far from normal. Especially given the fact that not even a minute prior, he had been on New Vulcan.

Needless to say, Spock is currently gathering his thoughts on his current situation before he takes the steps to contact the captain. The question of which timeline he's currently part of hangs in question as does the date. However, he does at least recognize the lounge of the ship he's currently standing in. It remains to be seen if the ship bears the same name and captain though.

[empathic_pathfinder]

To say that he's recognised is an understatement, but, still, Lt. Cdr. Terzen T'Karr, formerly of the USS Pathfinder, allows him a while to be by himself before disturbing him.

And, even then, it's in the most unobtrusive, respectable way possible. He walks up behind Spock, making sure his reflection is visible in the window.

"Excuse me, Ambassador?" He asks, politely. "Is everything okay?"

Spock will find himself talking to someone in Operations Gold, with the black eyes of a Betazoid, but the spots, faded, but still obvious, of a Trill.

Alex Mack | The Secret World of Alex Mack

[wearsahat]

Just when Alex finally thought she was getting used to being in space, this happened. She stepped into the gym just to see what was there and suddenly she was floating.

Now that she thought of it, the real mystery was why she wasn't floating the other 99% of the time. Annie would probably know the reason. If Annie were here.

Moving around sure was difficult, though. It was like swimming only without actually having the water to push against. Well, maybe she could just give herself a little boost... Squinting her eyes, she focused telekinetically and suddenly she was moving.

"Ow!" Okay, maybe that was a bad idea. She just hit her head on the ceiling.

[kindlytree]

"I AM GROOT."

Yes Alex, that is a giant talking tree. He doesn't look violent. He in fact has an almost friendly looking face. There are a few scattered leaves growing off of him but mostly he is a very tall and almost plan looking being.

Who happens to be a plant. Who is trying his best to not bump others in this place.

tommy d. | never let me go | 01

[hailsham]

There are many things Tommy D. was told he'd never get to do in the short life he'd been given, things as simple as traveling to Paris or Rome, or buying his own car, shopping in a grocery store, marrying, and having children of his own.

Space - even the mere idea of it - couldn't even cross his mind because it was so beyond the everyday simple things ordinary, normal people get to do - much less someone like him, a student from Hailsham. (A special student.

A clone.)

And he's alone. Alone in which he's the only one of his kind; there's no Kathy or Ruth around, no one else from the Cottages either. It's just him, in his much-too-baggy clothes, his coat hanging off thin shoulders, his eyes wide and his expression careful but curious. Maybe even a little scared.

He keeps a hand on one arm, trying not to look too out of place but failing. There are so many normals here, it's frankly off-putting.

How does he act? What does he say? What does he do?

(Kathy would know. Even Ruth would try something. But what does Tommy do? Tommy stands there ... watching. Looking like a complete fool.)

[goodcitizen]

Duke wouldn't say he looks like a complete fool, but after watching him for a while it's pretty obvious he doesn't belong here. Not like Duke does either, but where he comes from everyone is a little... different. So he's used to trying to blend in.

He can't really ignore the kid after a solid minute passes, and he'll damn himself for caring later, for not just sticking to his drink and his own business, but he can't just let him flounder out there like that.

"Hey!" he calls, quirking a smile. "Yeah, you. You just get here?"

Percy Jackson | Percy Jackson Heroes of Olypmus

[kelpface]

Option One
This isn't the first time Percy has suddenly found himself in the middle of the bar. He looks around for a guy in a crazy Hawaiian shirt and a stinking attitude. If he ever gives that description out loud again, he will be turned into a bottle nose dolphin and that really isn't how he wants to spend the rest of his life. He doesn't want to be turned into any other kind of dolphin either.

He realises this isn't some dream when people can actually see him and are staring at his bright orange 'Camp Halfblood' t-shirt. "Sorry to crash the party."


Option Two
Percy isn't good with heights. The second his feet leave the ground, he's filled with a sense of foreboding. It might have something to do with the fact that once he is in the air he is in Zeus' territory and that god might just blast him out of the air. Hopefully that doesn't apply in space. It would be really unfair if Zeus added space to his territory.

When nothing happens he turns a sort of sideways somersault.

[morphitudinous]

"It's certainly the strangest party I've ever heard of," Billy said sympathetically, lifting his head from his datapad. That bright orange is rather attention-grabbing.

"But don't worry---we're used to people arriving from across time and space by now, unfortunately. I did too."

That was meant to be comforting. He hopes his smile sells it.

James Potter | Harry Potter (with previous game history)

[blazing_stag]

James Potter was, by this point, used to arriving in placed he didn't know. He'd been to several that spanned his life and death and it didn't bother him at all. He walked around the lounge as if he belonged there, after checking he had his most important items on him. Wand. Cloak. Snitch. Sorted.

He pops down at the bar and realises, once again, he's going to have to reinvent his own drink. Sighing, he doesn't order anything and simply watches other people, deciding who to approach. Should be fun!

[wolfhowls]

You aren't completely sorted James, not until one of your best friends arrives. Remus isn't used to being forcibly portkeyed away from the quiet of the library to a bar of all places. For the moment he will suspect that James had a hand in it.

"Hello Prongs," he says as he takes a seat beside him and orders nothing more interesting than a cup of tea. "What are we doing here?"

Chelsea Parker | St Trinians

[poshtotty]

"Posh Totty helpline, how..." Chelsea breaks off when she finally notices that she is no longer in her dressing room and is no longer holding a phone. "Oh my good, am I on a movie set?" It doesn't matter how she got here, if she's finally been discovered.

She fluffs her hair a little and looks around the bar. "Though this bar could really do with a few more accessories."

[woefulcountenance]

"Ah, fair maiden! Could you direct me to the lord of this manor? I find myself whisked her by sorcery, lacking both my noble steed and my loyal squire."

Don Quixote was quite confused by this place, with its strange walls and stranger attire, but surely this was simply one more challenge on the quest of knight errant!

Groot | Guardians of the Galaxy| Option 2

[kindlytree]

Groot is usually a pretty easy going kind of fauna. Just put him near his friends and he is happy to just go along for the ride. That is pretty much how he and Rocket had become friends. Rocket liked to have someone who he could talk to who wasn't a jerk.

They also made an awesome team. He liked their new friends too. They are fun. Gamora could use more reasons to smile but then Groot was fairly sure the same was true for Drax.

Never mind Peter. Peter seems pretty happy.

What is he doing in this new place?

"I AM.... GROOT."

He feels like he is swimming. Who turned off the gravity? "I AM GROOT."

((ooc: Hover over "I AM GROOT." to see what Groot really has to say. ))

[holds_her_own]

"Tell me about it, Big Guy."

Now, Hill isn't opposed to a little unorthodox field training. This isn't even her first time in an anti-grav chamber.

It just would have been nice to have a little warning.

She pushes off a corner, nimbly skipping across the wall until she's got a good angle on Groot; she doesn't want to ram into that thing, but she'd be remiss not to get a closer look.

"You look familiar. Don't tell me — Sequoia, Class of '94?"

1194 AD, maybe.

Agent K | Men in Black | Option 1

[most_feared]

Agent K looked, for all the worlds, like he'd been on the ship for ages. He was quick to adapt to any situation he was dropped into which was why he was one of the "best of the best of the best", and it usually was to his benefit in a dangerous situation.

Here, though, it just sort of meant that he adapted quick and then he had nothing much more to do except sit and sip something that tasted like the strongest damn coffee he'd ever drank. Raktijino, did they say? Sure as hell had the name for somethin' that'd kick your ass into staying awake for twenty-four hours.

For the moment he had a table all to himself, but company wasn't something that'd go amiss.

ooc: omg Agent K, hi I love you!

[ikissdhimbck]

Now, Kate's not usually the sorta folk who'd invite herself to a fella's table, but it's crowded in the lounge tonight and he looks like the respectable sort. More respectable than some, anyhow; or maybe she's just picking up on some old Southern roots.

"Howdy, stranger."

She smiles, looking just as sweet as pie, blonde hair pulled over one shoulder in a braided tress. There's a pair of six-shooters on her hips, and despite being no taller than five-feet-one-inch, she carries herself with the air of a woman who knows full well how to use them.

Kissin' Kate Barlow is nothing if not a mystery.

"Mind if I join you?"

Reb | Deepwater Black (Mission Genesis)

[milkybar]

((This boy is from a really obscure book/tv show, so lack of icons at the moment. He looks like a younger and blonder (bright bleach blonde) version of Harper from Andromeda.))

Suddenly finding yourself from one place to another, was confusing. Pretty much all he could recall was confusing so far. Given that he couldn't recall a whole lot didn't help. Not having long woken up from cryo sleep to finding yourself on a spaceship with a computer that didn't want to work properly and was obviously broken because it couldn't give them any answers.

Maybe it was better here.

Maybe not.

He was ships captain, they'd at least been able to piece together that much in the time and he knew his name, Reb. He also knew hew name, Yoona. And that he missed her. He wasn't sure why he missed her like he did but that was how he felt.

Whatever they were doing on the other ship he'd been on, they would be alright without him he hoped. He wandered over towards the windows and looked out into space. There were no bright colors outside the window here.

[someonetocarryyou]

Zoë tends to keep to herself, leastways in places where folk can turn rowdy at the drop of a hat. Particularly if the Captain is the one dropping it, and he usually is. Don't invite trouble, and trouble won't come knockin'.

It's a nice idea, anyway.

She's watching the young captain from a table in the corner, nursing a drink she ain't sure actually qualifies as alcohol, but it's better than the zhu fuen chse she drinks back home. There's something about him. Not trouble, no; something else.

Loss.

Apollo Justice - Ace Attorney

[herr_forehead]

"What is going OOOONNNN?!"

There's a loud voice from a young man, dressed in red, a gold badge glinting on his left lapel, and a unique haircut.

He's standing in the centre of Ten Forward, facing out to the windows.

[diplomaticalways]

Quite an entrance... Not that Kira has much room to judge. Hers had been marked by angry screaming. Still, she manages to suppress a laugh... Mostly. It manifests as a sort of snort into her mug of Raktajino.

"Better get used to it kid." She smiles, taking another sip. "You're probably in for the shock of your life."

She shakes her head, turning her attention to the padd she's managed to acquire. She's trying to map out the best way to Bajoran space, despite being completely out of her timeline.

Yuna | Final Fantasy X-2 (With previous game history)

[whereishe]

Seeing the bar was more than a little bit surprising. The last she remembered she was getting the coffee shop ready like every other morning. Yuna already knew that something was wrong and she felt her shoulders tense as her eyes scanned the room. This wasn't the city anymore and she still wasn't back home.

Yuna turned to the bar and sat down. "I need a drink." She wasn't one to drink away her problems but she has seen Auron do it enough that she knows it will help her relax. Once again she was stuck not knowing where she was or what was going on.

>.>

[onemoredeath]

"You may be careful about what drink they give you here," said the man sitting next to her. He too arrived without warning, and while he looked human, there was something strange about the way he smiled. His teeth was a little too white, and he held it for a few minutes more than normal before he returned to his study of the drink he was given.

Takegami had said he wanted a strong drink, but he wasn't sure that 'toxic green with bits of red stuff in it' was part of the strength or just made to look like blood floating in acid.

"I believe the bartender has an amusing sense of humor."

wanijima akito • air gear • previous game history

[akito]

Electricity. There is electricity.

So, as much as Akito despises being plucked unexpectedly from a universe he was accustomed to and somewhat comfortable in, he can't help but moon over the fact that there is hot, running water. There is plumbing and music and toilet paper and he's pretty sure he could get a milkshake if he wanted one. He could get waffles if he wanted to. He could have actual food.

He's so overwhelmed by such easy access to basic necessities and luxuries that he has no idea what to do, or what to order. Honestly, he's perfectly content to just sit and bask in the presence of such wonderful, beautiful conveniences. After living in a post-apocalyptic world for a few years you learn to appreciate the little things.

The small fairy tucked in his hood seems equally as enamored by everything she's looking at.

[woefulcountenance]

"YOU!" The shout rings out as Don Quixote stabs one finger accusingly in the direction of the knave before him.

"Foul sorcerer! It must be you who worked the dark magic that has brought me to this land of spirits. You will return me at once to my Lady's side!"

Jack Frost | Rise of the Guardians

[frostedoverland]

One minute, he was flying to Jamie's house and the next, he was crash landing on some metal floor and going through a bunch of people. A cold breeze would have been felt for a brief moment before dying down, leaving nothing but a slight chill in the air. Jack's presence may be felt by others, but he's not too worried about that.

What he's worried about is the absence of Earth and his friend, the Wind. Baby Tooth chattered and hid in the hood of his sweatshirt. With so many adults in here, he knew he would not get answers very fast. And he wasn't sure if there were children here either and, if so, did any of them believe in him?

[OOC: Essentially, those who are spiritually inclined, kids who easily believe in Santa Claus, things like that, can either see him right away or not take too much take to believe. Obviously, adults are harder and/or they're more scientifically inclined XD]

Re: Jack Frost | Rise of the Guardians

[whereishe]

The crash was enough to pull her attention away from the window. She had only been here a few minutes and she still didn't know what to think. As she looked for the crashes source her eyes landed on the white haired boy. He looked just as out of place as she did.

Yuna walked up to him slowly with a nervous smile spread across her lips. "Are you alright?"

takegami teijirou | mr. brain

[onemoredeath]

To say that this was an unusual experience would make a liar out of him. He had experienced a pull from his world a few times, each one a little closer to the ending he had crafted, but not a pull from the world that had transported him the first time. His hands twitched and the gleaming wires twisted around his fingers shifted and flowed until they were restored to their seemingly innocent form of heavy rings, leaving behind a few drops of blood on scarred skin. Takegami took out a handkerchief to wipe that way, blue eyes flickering from one face to another, assessing and cataloging his new environment.

A sharp, brief chuckle, he put away his handkerchief and walked up to the bar, took a seat, and in accented English asked for a strong drink. The strange green drink he was given only made him laugh again, but this time in a much more plea sent manner than before.

"One would think that this is a dream but no dream of mine would make such a clashing drink," he said to no one in particular. He took a sip and made a face. "Or have it taste a little like gin."

Rommie | Andromeda

[romdoll]

Opening the door she found herself faced with a bar. She blinked. That wasn't there before.

Harper

The first thing that she could process was what had Harper done now. It could only be Harper that would do this. None of the other would have gone to quite the extreme of remodeling the observation deck this way.

Rommie blinked again. This wasn't her observation deck.

She folded her arms as she stood just inside the door, which had closed behind her, trying to communicate with herself. The response isn't immediate as she would like. Her priorities turn to locating her captain.

"Dylan?"

She tried again to communicate with herself. She made a face she found that there was no response. The android was cut off. And not pleased about it.

Dignified captain is dignified. Undignified mun is squealing with delight :-P

[dreams_dont_die]

He knows that voice.

He'd know that voice anywhere. Even across the lounge.

That's what happens when a voice is there, at his side, ready to respond to any word, any command, for every waking moment more days than not for five years. When that voice is the one he's been longing to hear again since the moment he wound up here.

Her name had been the first thing he'd said when he arrived here, and he's not even thinking when he stands, pushing back his chair, staring around the bar for the familiar petite figure of his ship.

He grins when he sees her.

He doesn't run. He doesn't hug her, though after weeks of missing her he wants to.

Instead, he straightens his shirt and strides across the bar, tall, shoulders back, and stops a few paces from her, hands on his hips.

"Andromeda."

He almost manages to keep himself from smiling.

Almost.

Anna | Original Character

[dystopian_fallacy]

There is currently a young woman in the corner of Ten Forward. She looks younger than she is from malnourishment and her state of hygiene leaves a lot to be desired. On further inspection, she appears to be wearing what looks like a potato sack with holes cut into it for the arms, legs and head. But on the right side, it has been cut lower to show off a branded symbol on her right shoulder and most of her right breast. The rest of her skin is covered in bruises and cuts and the sack itself is tinged with blood. The woman herself looks terrified that she's in such an unknown environment and has no idea what to do next. She hasn't been given free will in quite a while.

(OOC note: Feel free to tag with anyone BUT she will not react well to men.)

In the Gymnasium

[immutablysam]

One second she's out in the wilds of Africa, leaping from one tree branch towards another, and now she's... floating? Or, at least, carrying on her momentum in 0G, heading towards one wall.

She reacts with remarkable quickness, getting over her surprise and just going with it, somersaulting in the air and 'landing' on her feet. She hits, bouncing off, somewhat slowed, while trying to figure out what kind of place this is. Given the unknown nature of it all, she's already got a knife in hand.

To anyone else's view, a young man in early 1800's clothing, a mix of American frontier-wear and Native-American garb just appears, tryint to adjust to the lack of gravity. Not far away, some sort of beige wood, leather and metal winged contraption appears, adjusting and taking naturally to flight.

Re: In the Gymnasium

[unserenemajesty]

In the middle of her morning run, Judith's road is gone. So is any ground at all. And everyone around her. And her stomach feels funny.

"Oh terriffic." Kidnapped again.
Flailing without anything work with, still with the forward momentum from having been running, she tries to ascertain her bizarre surroundings and cling to the first piece of equipment that comes around.

She'd try to make a snarky remark in her head about the cowboy, but Judith only /just/ took off a pearl tiara to get in her workout clothes this morning. She has no room to talk.
And he's got a knife.
"Please tell me you're the cavalry and not an assassin." Hey, if Judith's past experience is any indication, the dashing hero is always the oddest looking person in the room.

calista avison | eclipse phase (oc) | 01

[therightprice]

Calista is fairly good, all things told, at preparing for the unexpected. In her line of work, she has to be. Whether it's a rival trying to assassinate her or an unexpected shift in the markets cutting into her bottom line, she's always had a backup plan. Or two, or three.

But this is far beyond anything she could possibly have planned for. She was on the command deck of the Venture Ascension just a second ago, and she didn't go anywhere, so the sudden awareness of being somewhere she shouldn't throws her. There's a flashing red WARNING: MESH CONNECTION INTEGRITY COMPROMISED in the peripheral of her AR, and she can feel the panic rising up to grab her by the throat. Never mind that she has certain augmentations that let her stop all that — calm her breathing, slow her heart rate, ease the flutter of anxiety in her stomach — the fact that she's feeling it at all is unusual for her. She runs a system diagnostic on her implants; everything comes up clean. So where is she that she's entirely out of range of the wireless mesh, which connects even the most distant habitats in the outer system to the endless network of information that lets her keep up with... well, everything?

It's no ship she's familiar with; she's guessing it's a ship, at any rate, with the movement of the stars outside the window — though why they seem to be going so fast, she hasn't quite caught on. No one has yet plumbed the secrets of FTL in her time; the closest they've gotten has been a small percentage of the speed of light, enough to cross the solar system in a few months. The decor is rather bland, but there are people here — some recognizably human, some... well, she's seen some bizarre-looking morphs in her time, given people can more or less choose to switch bodies or look however they want to at any given time, but nothing quite like what she's seeing here — along with what looks like a bar.

She feels like she's been kidnapped — maybe dropped into someone's simulspace, but she'd be able to tell, so her only conclusion is that she's physically somewhere she wasn't, impossible as that seems. Any number of people could want her away from her ship, her base of operations; she suspects Johann first, but that's not new. She always suspects Johann first. But... something's wrong with this scenario, and she can't pinpoint exactly what. Sadly, 'kidnapped across time and space by an omnipotent being that likes playing pranks' is not foremost in her mind.

She needs answers, and to that end she stops the first person who walks by. "Excuse me?" It's polite enough, but her voice is firm, and the way she holds her body... not precisely threatening, but assertive in a way that suggests she could be threatening if she wanted to be. She smiles, faintly; the expression doesn't reach her eyes. "I think I might be a little lost."


[ ooc: Just as a note, Calista has a number of genetic enhancements, cybernetic implants, and augmentations — almost all of which are perfectly normal in her world. I've detailed them here. None are externally visible, so she just looks like a normal human. ]

Harry Dresden | The Dresden Files (books) | Option 01

[wizard_is_wizarding]

As is so often the case, the first sign Harry has that anything's wrong comes from Mouse. They're within a couple of blocks of Harry's basement apartment, just on their way back from a morning walk before Harry gets started on a not very inspiring case he's got waiting for him.

Any thought of that vanishes from his thoughts when Mouse, snuffling around the base of a street light, stops, his muscles tensed, and lets out the low growl that usually means trouble.

Harry doesn't bother asking him what's up; he doesn't have his staff or his blasting rod with him, but he does have his kinetic ring on one hand and his shield bracelet around his wrist, just below the black leather glove that hides his horribly scarred left hand.

He's already drawing power pre-emptively into the shield when there's a flash of light and Harry and Mouse are suddenly no longer on an early morning Chicago sidewalk.

The first thing Harry hears is Mouse's continued growling.

"What the hell?"

The second is the all-too-familiar fizzing sound of technology going crazy in the presence of a wizard. He has a moment to see his surroundings -- a lounge, all sleek lines and futuristic designs and like nothing he knows in Chicago -- before the lights go enthusiastically out with a shower of sparks. All of them.

Great. Technology.

That's what happens when he goes and gets all upset about things.

[ Oops. Harry broke every piece of technology nearby. For those of you unfamiliar with his canon, Harry is a wizard, and is his world, wizards tend to accidentally break any technology they go near. Harry is a very powerful wizard, which means he's great at breaking things. Have fun?

He has a very big, very grey shaggy dog of indeterminate breed with him. Canon point for this exercise is between Proven Guilty and White Night.]

[just_be_quiet]

"Ooof!"

Andrew had not expected the lights to very suddenly go out. He was about to put up his empty dishes from an early breakfast he had. The young boy really did not enjoy having his day disrupted.

It isn't just the sudden dark and the dropped dishes that leave Andrew unhappy. He doesn't like feeling the sudden wave of feelings that he knows aren't his own. Andrew takes in a very sharp breath of air and wishes that he had Bernie with him. With his dog around he wouldn't have to worry about other people's feelings too much.

"Hello," Andrew calls out in a questioning tone.

"Can someone turn on the lights?" He pauses groping for something so he can pull himself up. "I tripped. I can't see."

He sounds both very young and more than mildly annoyed with himself.

toothiana; rise of the guardians ( previous game history ); ota

[memoryguardian]

The first thing Toothiana realizes is that she's not in Adstringendum anymore. The second thing she realizes is that she isn't even on a planet anymore either. At least she doesn't think most planets are so platinum. Chrome. Whatever this material is.

All the metal and shine are a stark contrast to the bleak, dreary atmosphere of the post-apocalyptic universe she'd resided in before. Though she's appreciative of the nicer conditions, she's not a huge fan of how confined the spaces are. The woman is used to being able to stretch her wings and flit about easily, not be stuck walking everywhere for fear of hurting someone else or herself with her large wingspan.

Eventually, she comes across the bar. Ah. She might be able to find someone who can tell her what's going on here and - Oh. It occurs to her, suddenly, that like Adstringendum people might be able to see her. ... But they're not staring like they had there. In fact, her presence seems to go so unnoticed that she wonders if the people around even can see her. It'd be a step back from actually being able to interact and work with others but not anything new, at least.

So, as it is, there's a very distressed ( albeit very colorful ) lady standing at the edge of the entrance of the bar. Anyone want to help a gal out?

[akito]

Akito has mostly gotten used to not being in Adstringéndum at this point, but it's still hard to adjust to being able to ask for whatever he wants and receive it (within reason). So he relies on what he had on him at the time of his arrival for as long as he can manage, even as Shark takes everything in stride. Akito knows that his cat is being given treats by other passengers; making more friends and being more social than Akito himself. So far there have been no ill effects apart from possibly a bit of gained weight, so he can't bring himself to fret over Shark too much anymore.

It should be no surprise that it's Shark who finds Toothiana first, keen to bum as many scratches from the people in the bar as possible before Akito collects him. Of course, once he spots his bird-lady friend, Shark is quick to change goals from begging for attention to prowling over in order to cover her with his scent.

Miaow, says Shark in greeting, pleased that more of his Humans are showing up. Even if they don't seem to remember him.

While Akito does turn up very shortly after Shark runs up to Toothiana, he is more hesitant in his approach. He's already played this game twice now, and doesn't know if he can take being forgotten by someone important for a third time.

rosalina nurumi; oc; ota ( in the gymnasium )

[hasitsthorns]

Though some people might be upset or unsettled or even angry at being whisked away from home to some unknown location, Rose certainly isn't. Oh, of course, there had been the initial unsettling feelings of displacement and confusion as she wandered her way around the Enterprise. However, that only lasted until she found the gym.

Now? For Rose, this is literally the best day ever. Zero-gravity is the actual coolest thing and alleviates all her worries in an instant ( at least temporarily ). Despite the curious glances of onlookers, the blond is doing mid-air flips and other acrobatic moves all the while giggling like a girl on an amusement park ride. People might even hear the occasional self-made sound effects like 'whoosh' as she floats on by.

Space is so awesome.

Wagon | Express Sentai Toqger - Ten Forward

[iyaan]

This was so intensely strange! Last she knew she was preparing to deliver bento boxes to the victorious ToQgers when she wheeled herself and her cart of drinks, sandwiches, bento boxes, and snacks from the storage area into the lounge car where the kids spent most of their time. Instead, she wheeled it right into the lounge of a completely different place! "Iyaaaan~~" she cooed. "This is intensely not the Rainbow Line!"

She abandoned her cart and made a beeline for the glass showing the vastness of space. "Iyaaaa~~ This is intensely unbelievable! Completely unexpected!" She produced what appeared to be some kind of smart phone, and started punching buttons.

Was she trying to call home? Gosh, no! This was an excellent backdrop for selfies! And if she had to drape herself across your table to get just the right angle, then so be it.

[A larger visual aid]

[decideformyself]

"Ahh!"

Philip had been setting up a house of cards, and was almost finished with it when Wagon sprawled across his table.

"Look what you've done!" he exclaimed.

Mack Gerhardt | The Unit

[notalwaysstrong]

[Sickbay]

Q has a startling sense of timing.

A man was zapped onto the floor of Sickbay, looking dusty, beaten up, and incredibly worse for wear... That was including a bloodstained bandage across his head, helping some very serious trauma.

Of course, he was quickly attended to, prepped and sealed up with the best medical technology the 24th Century can provide.

A few hours later, he starts to come to in one of Sickbay's Recovery beds, having being stripped down into hospital clothing that's, surprisingly, pretty comfortable... That's the first thing that had alarm bells ringing in Mack's head.

His vision was blurry, but slowly swimming into focus. It sounded like a hospital.

[Ten Forward]

After his foray in Sickbay, Master Sergeant Gerhardt is given the standard run of the ship given to all Q-affected. Of course, he still, partly, believes this is a delusion caused by his head injury, his memory still being a bit fuzzy, but he was assured that it was likely to clear up in a few days.

He eases himself into a stool facing the bar. "Beer. Anything you got." He grunts, not unkindly, but just wanting something alcoholic to take the edge off things.

Ten Forward!

[donthidemycigs]

"You look like shit," the woman beside him offers helpfully.

She's older, pushing 60 (but don't you dare say she looks a day over 35), ginger hair a little tousled. She's slouched in a lab coat, taking drags off a cigarette while the bourbon in her hand settles. It's her fourth, so there's no rush. Let the ice melt.

She eyes him sidelong, crow's feet marking years of speculation and doubt. "Try the blue stuff. It'll give you a kick in the ass you could use."

[in_the_wrong_q]

"Addiction is a pain, isn't it?" Comes the voice of a man to his left. "I mean, I've never been addicted to something, so I can't comiserate, but I've seen countless cases of it."

He's drinking a very bright, obviously alcoholic, beverage with a paper umbrella in it.

"It's the perfect case against Free Will, wouldn't you say?"