TEST DRIVE #6 - The Bridge and Ten Forward

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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 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 02. The Bridge: Well, aren't you a lucky duck? You've found yourself in hallowed quarters. Wherever you were before, you're not there anymore. Now you're in a room that could be some kind of command center or control room; there's a captain's chair flanked by seats for his chief officers, computer panels and stations at each interior wall, and before you a broad viewscreen that shows the wide expanse of space rushing towards you. Have you ever wanted to be a starship captain for a day? Well, here's your chance. Feel free to roam around, but try not to touch anything shiny.


[OOC: The Bridge isn't usually available for in-game posts, so if you've ever wanted to play there, here's your chance!]

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Khan Noonien Singh | Star Trek AOS | Option One

[savagemind]

The Vengeance was in a barely-controlled suicide plunge, her broken metal corpse screaming through the atmosphere. Khan managed to haul himself up onto the controls, snarling out a new destination - Starfleet Headquarters - and pushing the dying ship to her absolute limit in his rage.

They'd taken everything from him, and he would repay them a hundredfold.

He felt the first impact, hull squealing as the dreadnought cleanly scoured Alcatraz off the map. The viewscreen flickered, alarms blaring, and Khan watched with vicious satisfaction as the San Francisco skyline filled the viewport.

The augment didn't brace himself, didn't even care to try - survival wasn't the goal. He'll go down with his ship, with his crew, and damn the rest of them. So he wasn't surprised when he was thrown forward with the second impact, the behemoth of a warship carving out a path of destruction through the city. His body cracked against the crumbling control panels, bridge warping and tearing in the chaos, until finally, finally, there was a wash of pain and everything went white.

When reality snaps back into focus, the Vengeance is gone. So is San Francisco, and so is Earth. He is in, of all things, a... bar. A Starfleet bar, judging from the uniforms. This is undoubtedly a Federation vessel, and Khan can feel the fury boiling beneath his skin.

On of the patrons notices him, and his physical state - favoring his right side, breath rapid and shallow, streaked in his own blood - and approaches. But the adrenaline from his fight is still coursing through him, and the second the crew member draws near, Khan lashes out. A sweep to the knees gets him on his back, and the augment is instantly upon his prey, hauling him with a crushing grip to his throat.
"Where am I?"

The question is snarled, but directed to the room at large. And if one of them dares to approach... well. Khan's killed hundreds, perhaps thousands today. One more is nothing.

Re: Khan Noonien Singh | Star Trek AOS | Option One

[heirtothechair]

There are people better equipped for this, better trained.

Bigger, for all that Marika is not a short girl. She'll just have to stall until one of them gets here.

"The USS Enterprise, under Captain Picard," is offered from well out reach.

Marika can project her voice far more easily than she could win a hand-to-hand fight. Let's hear it for stage training.

Intendant Kira Nerys | Star Trek: Deep Space Nine | Option 02

[intendant]

"Well this certainly wasn't my intended destination..." There was an arched eyebrow, a cocked head. An up-tilting of lips, tugging into an amused little smirk. It wasn't her destination, that was true; the pristine setting was far brighter, sharper, with an important bustle to the movement of the cheerfully colored uniforms that occupied the large space. Uniforms that were different from those she'd seen before, like nothing the Alliance had to offer. Uniforms different, but similar in their coloring, and structure, to uniforms from another place, another side. The other side, really. The mirror that she was so fond of- and that she was so often thwarted by. So it wasn't her planned destination, where she'd meant to end up- but it wasn't exactly unwelcome either. Just- a surprise.

A little chuckle- a giggle, almost- escaped. She stepped forward, her movement smooth, practiced, as carefully designed to catch the eye as it was natural and instinctive, and one hand reached out. Fingers skimmed down along the curved railing as she followed the line of it, her sweeping gaze taking in the full sight of the place. It was a bridge, surely of a Federation ship, judging by the crew, and it was a lovely bridge. So much in fact that;

"But I think I'll take it nonetheless."

[empathic_pathfinder]

And, at that moment in time, the doors to the Turbolift hiss open, admitting a young-looking Starfleet officer to the bridge. He's dressed in Operations gold, holding a PADD in his right hand as he steps off the Turbolift.

He has the spots of a Trill, faded slightly, as though the genetics were diluted slightly, and he looks up, frowning slightly, showing the pitch black eyes of a Betazoid, betraying the other half of his genetic makeup. On his collar are two golden pips and one black; the rank of Lieutenant Commander.

His eyes find the Indendant, and his frown deepens as he steps forward. "Excuse me, ma'am... Can I help you?"

Gaheris Rhade | Andromeda | Option 02

[truth_is_cold]

Gaheris Rhade had resigned himself to a somber fate- he had to betray his captain. His best friend. Somewhere in the back of his mind Dylan Hunt had crossed the borders from friend to extended ideological family; they came from opposing views but Dylan's ideals gave him conflict and a constant drive for improvement. It was only that for as intelligent as Gaheris was, he was also blindly in favor of his people. The same traits that he cursed among the High Guard, their inability to see the threat of the Magog because of their loyalty to the Commonwealth state, he unfortunately was susceptible to.

He didn't realize that he wasn't supporting his real family. He was a tragedy in the making.

But he wasn't a tragedy yet. He hadn't made the final move to betray his captain. He had still been dropping hints to him, in hopes that he would catch on that the Commonwealth's allies were less than pleased and that brute force would not be necessary.

And then suddenly? A bridge he wasn't used to. One with seats that weren't just the pilot's.

He startled in his sudden place, eyes going wide. To his credit, he did't react more than that. He just turned smoothly, examining unfamiliar surroundings and unfamiliar uniforms, his hand loosely near his force lance and his bone blades flared because, predictably, he was suspecting the worst.

"Where is this?" he demanded calmly, though in a voice more boyish than would be expected of a man of his size. "Where am I?"

[dreams_dont_die]

It was like walking into a twisted dream.

Not a dream. A nightmare. A nightmare Dylan'd had more times than he'd care to count since the day his world was torn apart. In the nightmare -- the memory, the true events that had actually happened, had changed Dylan's world even before the black hole stole his life -- the bridge was the Andromeda Ascendant's, not the Enterprise's. The crew was High Guard, not Starfleet, and there were just two of them, Dylan and Dawn. It was the middle of a battle, a desperate gamble as they tried to escape their deaths, not this moment of traveling through space unmolested save by Q.

The thing that hadn't changed was the man standing in the middle of the room, bone blades extended, fingers held in a deceptively relaxed-looking position next to the weapon at his side. Not the uniform, not the cool voice that he remembered too well, that had called taunts across the Andromeda's bridge during that last fight when the friendship he'd relied on most turned to violence.

Gaheris Rhade, alive and apparently well, looking like he'd just stepped out of the past. Dylan, though, looked different than the last time they'd met: his hair shorter and no longer curling at the back, his face older than it should be after less than two years, aged by the stress he's seen.

"The USS Enterprise."

Dylan's hand, too, dropped to his side, near to his force lace. The last time he'd seen Gaheris, he'd been forced to kill him.

"Hello, Gaheris."

Niko Bellic | Grand Theft Auto IV | Option 01

[vengeance_driven]

Niko wasn't taking being far from his family too well. No way to contact his cousin, his mother. The view from the... lounge... bar... restaurant? thing was pretty nice and it was unfortunate that he just couldn't bring himself to properly enjoy it.

So he was enjoying the synthehol instead. Sort of. The drunkeness wasn't sticking.

No one had told him about it, he just knew the drinks tasted odd. He worked his way through several before he realized that something was off. Either he'd developed a constitution that would be enviable among even the most hardened, vodka loving Slavs or something had gone terribly awry here.

"Shit, did I somehow leave my ability to get drunk behind?" He still spoke his accent tinted English instead of Serbian despite translators being available, and he stared down into the dregs of his glass in absolute confusion. "There is something not right about all of this."

He was definitely going to need something that would get him properly sauced.

[ancientstalker]

"I wouldn't say that."

The voice is American... blandly so. And the man simply moves over and sits next to Niko. He doesn't order a drink, food... nothing.

Orlin had been watching the man go through, more or less, a slim portion of the syntheholic beverages on hand before approaching him.

"But not necessarily something to rule out." A pause. "I think you're safe, however, considering you're drinking synthehol."

Agent Shelan | Star Trek DTI Novels | Option Two

[agent_shelan]

Even decades into the future the Bridge of a Galaxy class ship is a distinctive place and a place of power.
Shelan looks terribly out of place in her heavy smart cloth and pseudoleather jumpsuit among the clean neutral colors of Federation design. She isn't where she was a moment ago, but that's not a problem. A long - almost infinitely long - moment ago she was being killed b a temporal disruptor. Pulled into non-existence by weapons that no one wants to be caught using under the threat of having them turned against them.
She straightens, PADD held neatly to one side and scans the room.

"Hell."

A temporal displacement was bad enough. The fact that she was on what was clearly an Enterprise? She'll be lucky to finish the paperwork in time to retire.

[notalwaysstrong]

"I'll drink to that." Comes the southern US-accented drawl of a human slumped in one of the nearby chairs at a table. He's not drunk... How can he be? All they serve on this heap is fake alcohol.

Still, the man is looking pretty laconic and, no doubt, out of place in his 21st Century Earth clothing; Jeans, a blue plaid shirt and a pair of roper-style cowboy boots. He purposfully learned how to use the Replicator to get these clothes, not being comfortable in Federation civilian garb.

And he seems completely non-plussed by seeing the Suliban in front of his table... at least, on the surface. Mack's pretty good at hiding his feelings.

If Shelan turns to face him, she'll get a lazy salute with a bottle of syntheholic beer.

kid!Loki | Marvel Comics | Option 02

[forsoothforsure]

Loki had always wanted to be a starship captain.

Okay, sure. He hadn't always known it, and it's not like he has a great deal of actual memory to draw upon. But look, sitting here, his lithe body slung across the captain's chair, gazing out at fucking infinity, there was no way he'd admit to anything else.

Why destroy the universe, let alone the world? When there was so much to see?

Charles Xavier | X-Men: DOFP | option 1

[legsorfeeeelings]

A bar.

Charles hadn't visited a bar in some time. It went with the whole recluse thing. Besides, who needed a bar when the booze was delivered?

But he wasn't that man anymore. And yet here he was, in his chair, suddenly surrounded by others attempting to drown their sorrows by shoving them forcibly into his brain. He shut his eyes, as if that could drown them out. He wasn't ready for this... this noise. He was still working on controlling his powers, still reconciling himself to the fact he'd taken them on again. A gift? Perhaps. But the cost, in the past, had been too great.

And yet, in a situation like this, suddenly stranded in an unknown land, perhaps it would come in handy.

[electro_kinetic]

"Hey, wheels, you want me to move a chair for you?"

So asks Noriko--a fellow mutant, even if she doesn't recognize Charles from Adam's off ox--who is sitting at the bar with a slim screwdriver, putting her bright blue hair up into a twist as a more academically-centered girl might with a pencil.

It's not entirely obvious that she's a mutant, though, until you get to those metal gloves on her arms.

jake peralta | brooklyn nine nine | the bridge

[9544]

So, somewhere in between replicating the dumbest - and rudest! - objects he could think of back in the lounge, hanging out and annoying the crap out of his roommate by asking as many space-related questions back in his room, and wandering the halls, one Brooklyn, New York cop of the 99th precinct has found himself on the Bridge.

Don't ask how he got there or what could have possessed him to just enter, but he does.

And it. Is. Awesome.

"H-hoh, man." Jake nearly flies into the captain's chair and settles in, and it's like all his childhood fantasies are suddenly coming to life. In real life. Oh, man, the only thing that would make this moment sweeter is if his team were here to witness him beating Amy Santiago to it.

And maybe Holt.

Yeah.

Excitedly: "Sweet!"

He leans forward, inspecting his armrests full of buttons. He should prooobably refrain from touching them, right? Either way ...

"Good day, Enterprise," he says to no one in particular, putting on a more Holt-like commandeering voice, "this is your Captain speaking." His tone changes to something bordering on maniacal. "Prepare to attack our enemy fleet. Oh, yeah."

[osirian_doctor]

Simon is not entirely sure how he happened to wind up accidentally finding his way to the bridge. No more is he sure why nobody seems to have noticed that he's there. It seems, however, that Simon is not the only person to have found himself here unexpectedly.

While Simon's instinct is to apologize and turn to leave, it seems that the other man -- clearly one of Q's abductees judging by his clothing -- has no such idea. He has chosen, instead, to seat himself in the large chair at the centre of the room that surely must belong to the captain, if Simon is any judge.

Of course, his experience of the functioning of spaceships beyond the Enterprise is limited to Serenity, but he does know how protective Mal is of his ship, and how jealously he sometimes guards the privilege of being on the bridge while the ship is flying.

"I'm, uh, fairly certain the captain wouldn't appreciate you doing that."

option 2

[tailblades]

Alloran stumbles as he appears on the bridge of an unfamiliar starship--being dropped somewhere mid-run wasn't the best for keeping his hooves under him. Things like this weren't necessarily unheard of, but Alloran is still on edge as his main and stalk eyes study the people around him--Humans almost all, a few scattered exceptions he was not familiar with. The layout of the bridge is also unfamiliar--designed for bipeds, it appeared, aside from the station before which Alloran had appeared himself.

A ship of Humans, designed for them, traveling at faster-than-light if the stars streaking by outside indicated anything. It made his hearts proud--not that he knew many Humans, but he respected their resilience and strength.

His optimism was tempered by the fact that he'd just arrived on what was obviously the bridge of an unfamiliar ship. He should determine which one of these people was the Captain and report to him.

Re: option 2

[tragic_optimist]

"Oh, hello there."

There may be a very well dressed man who stands out quite a bit from the other people there. One with some odd looking tool and a panel that looks to be a bit worse off for wear. He was there trying to snoop through stuff in the important parts of the ship and not get in trouble for it learn a bit more about the basic engineering of the ship and the blown out panel he had been replacing was a good place to start. And now he's standing in front of a blue furred four eyes quadraped (or would that be sextaped? There were four legs and a set of human like arms, very curious)with no mouth and a rather nasty bladed tail. The Doctor would probably guess it poisoned, but right now that was a thing to figure out if the being attacked.

"I'm The Doctor. I hope you can understand me. Do you? The Federation Universal Translators are rather handy at that."

Spike | Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Option 1

[idolstolemylook]

Spike was not looking for anyone in authority. He was kind of miffed at the whole being kidnapped thing, but for now, being kidnapped to a bar seemed like the least of all possible evils. So he'd play it low key, for now.

Low key, in his case, apparently meant arguing with the bartender about the merits of getting shitfaced on Jack Daniels.

Re: Spike | Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Option 1

[pronounsarehard]

Ezri sat down next to Spike rather purposefully, listening to Guinan battle it out with the newcomer next to her. He certainly was, well, was interesting the right word? Spirited maybe.

"Most of the alcohol here is synthetic. Synthehol. Won't get you drunk." Ezri volunteered helpfully, probably looking like she could use a drink herself.

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.

Sickbay!

[osirian_doctor]

It's somewhat disconcerting the way that patients sometimes appear literally from nowhere aboard the Enterprise. Admittedly, there is not always much warning of an incoming casualty on Serenity, but there is at least generally Mal (or somebody else) going out on a job, which presents the possibility, even likelihood, of someone being hurt.

Here, patients have a way of simply appearing. At least Q managed to bring this man, as badly hurt as he was, directly into sickbay, as he'd done with Simon and Kaylee when they first arrived. Simon and Kaylee had fallen to the capable care of Doctor Bashir. This man had fallen to Simon's.

That's why Simon is ... not precisely hovering by his patient's bedside, but certainly checking in on him regularly, and why Simon is the first of the medical personnel there after he awakens.

"Welcome back," Simon says, quietly, as the man's eyes begin to focus. "You're safe now."

Booker DeWitt | Bioshock Infinite+Previous Game Canon | Option One

[just_dewitt]

Booker stumbled, then stood very still as he appeared, and blinked. This was definitely not what he had been expecting. Most of the time, when you showed up somewhere without an idea how you'd gotten there, there was shock, or possibly sand, or maybe just crazy people yelling at you. At least for the sheer oddness of you standing there in only a towel. Something.

Looking around him at what appeared to be some sort of lounge, he noticed most people were completely unfazed. Continuing his survey, wishing he had his guns on, his gaze was caught by the window. Oh.

That was... stars? How? "Now I know this is definitely not Portland."

Booker, clad in his towel, dripping on the carpet, is going to stare out into space for a few minutes, okay? Anyone who wants to come along and help his brain be less explodey is more than welcome.

ooc: omg Booker! Hi! ^__^

[ikissdhimbck]

"Not Portland. Not a bath house, neither."

The voice belongs to a woman seated at a table not too far off Booker's left. She's petite, blonde hair and sweet features, ice blue eyes as sharp as diamonds and a smile to match, but don't let her stature fool you. She dresses like a cowboy, guns on her hips and booted feet propped on the chair opposite her, and whenever Booker turns she'll tip her hat and smile.

"You need to get you some clothes, mister. It gets cold in space."

She should, perhaps, look a touch more scandalized than she does, but she's seen worse things.

Goofy Goof | Kingdom Hearts | Option Two

[clumsyknight]

"Well now! This is one fancy lookin' Gummi Ship!"

Hello there, don't mind the anthropomorphic dog now on the bridge.

"Hm, don't think I was on one just a minute ago..." A gloved hand scratches at his chin as he looks quite thoughtful. Unlike Donald, Goofy wasn't prone to panicking right away. Surely there was an explanation for this! He grinned. "Aw, shucks, this is probably one of them jokes, huh? Sora, Donald, c'mon on out! You got me!"

Hm, how strange, normally they were quick to come to him. He walked about the bridge, trying his darndest not to disturb anyone at their station. Which, of course, meant he was accidentally bumping into everyone. "Oops, sorry, pardon me!"

[sechstel]

Well now this was indeed unexpected. He hadn't thought he'd managed to escape from Axel and that replica, but it would appear he had. His interest in his new surroundings trumped his current exhaustion for the moment and that was joined by sudden wariness upon noting the knight currently also in the room with him. The strangers also with them working at the computers were of little concern currently.

But given the fact that the knight was here, it was entirely too possible that Sora could also be found nearby, and given his current state, he had no desire to encounter the boy.

Hopefully he could locate an exit from the room before the knight spotted him or bumped into him.

Julien Sakazaki

[espigeonage]

Julien blinks quickly, reflexively folding his wings tighter against his body. He's a slightly awkward-looking young man made seven feet tall by his stretched-out legs, and the feathers of his wings and tail make him seem rather large. He somewhat resembles a harpy.

Quiet despite his claws on the floor, he makes a circuit of the bridge, not touching anything but studying it all. It's well-used, he can tell that much, but no one's here now. Julien stops to look out through the viewscreen.

"And I thought the space elevator was science fiction-y," he says quietly, trying to use humor to bolster himself up.

[vainfeathers]

Diaval's feathers fluff up from where he's perching on a console--he doesn't like being indoors very much, it felt like being trapped, and he couldn't quite understand what he was seeing out that large window. Stars moving behind them like water...it's like nothing he's ever seen, even for the long life he's lived. For a raven, anyway.

Another new sight is the person that has wings and feet like his own--mostly, anyway, his feathers are pure white where Diaval's own beautiful glossy pinions are black as pitch. He has to wonder if the man is a Fae.

He opens his beak and croaks, chatters a bit to catch the other's attention. (This would be so much easier if he could transform on his own...)

mitsuru kirijo | persona 3 portable | 01

[imperatrices]

In Ten Forward at the moment, courtesy of Q, is a young Asian woman — Japanese, perhaps? — of eighteen years or so. Her long, dark red hair and red eyes are quite striking, though they may not be the most interesting things about her. For one thing, she looks disheveled, as if she's just come from a fight; and indeed, she's holding a sword in her hand, a long, slim, sharp-edged rapier. Something that looks like it could be a gun is on a belt around her waist.

The look on her face is one of shock, as might be expected if one is suddenly where one was not a few moments ago. She takes inventory of her surroundings: the room, and the people, some of whom are obviously not human at all.

And then she notices the view outside the windows, and pales abruptly. She very nearly drops her sword, fingers clenching tightly on the hilt at the last moment before it slips out of her hand.

Mitsuru isn't sure she ever expected not being in Tartarus to scare her, but it certainly does now.

Re: mitsuru kirijo | persona 3 portable | 01

[immutablysam]

The 'young man' at a table glances over, noting the woman and her sword. Then says, in fluent Japanese - the pacing, accent and style are classical, 1800's Japanese, at least, while the word choices are about as informal as it gets, "Yeah, bit of a shock to the system, isn't it?"

Nymphadora Tonks - Harry Potter - Option One

[wotcher]

Nymphadora Tonks, or Tonks as she preferred to the point of getting shirty about it, was having a terrible, no good, very bad day.

It was completely rubbish to be plucked from one's own world and dropped, without so much as a cup of tea, into a world in which one knew nothing about. She was not an Unspeakable. She was an Auror, thank you. No, no. Unspeakables could keep to the Department of Mysteries. She liked knowing what year she was in and the like. Tonks still maintained she had seen one Unspeakable enter and leave the same door six different times.

It was still rubbish by the time, Tonks had made her way to Ten Forward. She looked around. It was a far less rowdy bar than she was used to. The chairs were plush and she thought she might want to stay away from that weird chess set. It looked a bit fragile.

She was still looking around when she reached the set of two steps. The first step was navigated well enough but Tonks was not paying that much attention. The top of her toe caught the bottom lip. Someone should have yelled timber because she went down like a log.

Splat!

Re: Nymphadora Tonks - Harry Potter - Option One

[immutablysam]

"That could have gone better." Sam kicks 'his' feet down off the table, rising in one smooth motion, making 'his' way over and offering the young woman a hand. "New here?"

Pavel Chekov | Star Trek TOS | Option 1

[inwention]

Pavel Chekov found his way to the bar, hoping to figure out what was going on. This was the Enterprise, but it wasn't the Enterprise he was familiar with. While he was glad to be in Starfleet territory, he was curious to know what happened. It felt like he was forgetting something very important.

So Chekov found an empty set and ordered himself his favorite standby that others always made fun of him for drinking. He took it all with stride. They just didn't know what they were missing. Nursing his drink, Chekov observed those around him, trying to find a familiar face or someone willing to provide answers.

WHY HELLO FRIEND.

[greenbloodedhobgoblin]

To say that Spock was anticipating such a change would be inaccurate. This version of the Enterprise did not surprise him entirely. He had learned of different timelines from Spock Prime, or rather, Spock Prime's existence in a separate timeline altogether that altered the course of history. However he cannot determine if he has crossed over himself, or if this is the future. Functions on the ship are more than recognizable, but the starfleet uniforms are vastly different.

Chekov stands out because he's wearing something similar to what Spock remembers being issued and, well, his faces feels familiar but unfamiliar all the same. The half-human, half-vulcan approaches the man's table, arms folded behind his back in a mannerism that is more than recognizable for both Spocks.

"May I sit?" He inclines his head toward the empty chair. Perhaps he can engage in a little social behavior. "And may I ask your name? You appear to be the only other person I have encountered thus far that wears something similar to the uniform I have."

Belle Gold | Once Upon A Time | Option 1

[chippedvaliance]

The last she remembered, she was standing in front of a mirror, eyes trained onto her own imagine within it. Shattered sight, as it were, was giving her notions she never thought possible. When she arrives on the bridge she is holding a very sharp, very cursed, kris dagger in one hand just above her chest. Her breathing is ragged and she hasn't taken her eyes off of one spot on the wall in particular.

When she comes into her own, whether that is from world hopping or otherwise, Belle is suddenly distressed. "Where I am?" She keeps a firm grip on the handle of the dagger but lowers it so that it isn't on the offensive anymore. She stumbles forward catching the side of a wall, her expression wrought with worry. "This isn't--this isn't the Storybrooke." Her free hand comes up to her forehead, gripping at it as if she's experienced a bad headache.

"Oh no, Rumpel. What have I done?" She murmurs to herself, her eyes starting to tear up. "Please someone just tell me where I am."

[vainfeathers]

Diaval can't really tell her where she is, considering it's very difficult to articulate complicated ideas with the limitation of being a raven, but he hates so to see a pretty lady with a sad face.

He chirrups gently, hopping forward across the floor. That dagger looks like it's bad news, and he's cautious about it, but not overly afraid.

Emma Gold | Once Upon a Time {AU} | Option 1

[goldensavior]

Emma turned abruptly to take in her new surroundings as the light faded from her abrupt change in location. She'd been heading into the station for another day of mind-numbing work, not in the least expecting the sudden change that had occurred. "Well, shit." The words were muttered quietly, mostly under her breath. She should have realized that after two weeks of normality and peace, something weird and screwed up would happen. Perhaps she should be glad that fate or whatever seemed to like messing with their lives had given her that long to enjoy her new marriage. It could have been worse. This could have happened on her honeymoon. A sigh escaped and she made her way toward the bar she spotted, seating herself on one of the stools and ordering a beer. Perhaps after a drink and a bit of recon, she could figure out where she was, why and or how she was here and how in the hell she could get back to her family and town.

[goldencobra]

Today, Henry was coming for company during his cocoa break and, unknowingly, sat down next to his mother. He ordered his usual and made sure it had cinnamon on top, giving the woman next to him a smile but not saying anything to her. He didn't recognise her after all, she was just another person on the ship. He might realise she's new after a few minutes but until then, he was happy to sit silently with his cocoa.

Aqua | Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep

[dancing_waters]

Aqua held a glass of water as she looked out into the stars. It... felt so different, she thought. She wasn't sure what it was but something told her that these stars were not the same as the ones from home. From what little she learned so far, these stars were not worlds. They were, essentially, like the sun. They brought light to other worlds. She never saw these stars though, whenever she had visited other worlds.

It was all so strange. Even this place, this ship. It reminded her of the ship she landed on while on her journey, meeting the Grand Councilwoman and Experiment 626. A lot less colorful, but the Enterprise was still a ship in its own right. But what was she doing here, was her main concern. She would always be grateful for not being in the Realm of Darkness any longer, but she wanted to leave and help find Terra, to help Sora and his friends. What good was she on this starship?

She reached into her pocket and pulled out her Wayfinder, a glimmer of sadness on her face. "We'll be together soon. Ven. Terra."

Re: Aqua | Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep

[ungrounded]

Lafiel had approached the woman from behind and hadn't realized that she wasn't Abh until she was too close to be missed. She quickly had to invent an excuse for speaking to her. "Are you all right?"

It was a stupid question, but Lafiel was still learning how to handle people, especially those who didn't know who she was. And especially those who weren't Abh.

Diaval | Maleficent | Option 1

[vainfeathers]

[Raven-form]

Diaval could be a very quiet and observant bird when he wished it. At the moment, he didn't particularly. He was rather large, so it wasn't like there was a lack of attention directed his way as he flapped up to land on the back of a chair, feathers rustling. He let out a short, sharp caw--turning his head this way and that to get a better fix on what was in front of him.

He had no idea where he was. He couldn't feel the wind--he was obviously indoors, but even then he could always hear or feel the currents of air rushing by, ebbing and flowing like water. Here, it was constant and unnatural, directed by something, and not nearly enough to be of use in flying. The air was dead.

He also couldn't hear the song of other birds, even from far away. That was just as troubling--his kind could often tell him things that were useful. Nearby sources of food and water. Where to avoid, for fear of dogs or hunters.

Most distressing was that he couldn't feel his mistress' magic, anywhere nearby, save what he carried in his bones. That was cause for concern. And he couldn't even ask what was happening. Well. In a way that he could be understood easily. It was too difficult for him to form human speech with his throat and beak, anything more than simple words and phrases was beyond him.

What was an incredibly clever, resourceful, and beautiful raven to do in this sort of situation?

[Man-form]

The chair Diaval was perched on tilted backwards suddenly as, for the hundredth time, he thought how much simpler it would be if he had a man's capability to speak, fae magic coursing within him. His wings spread wide and he squawked his surprise, but he was already in the throes of transformation and it came out awkward and strangled. He was used to the change, so he didn't find himself writhing around as he had the first time, but he was flat on his back behind an upended chair, head underneath a table--small wonder he didn't crack it on the way down, he must've been still growing at the time.

Well. This was embarrassing. And strange, since he'd never been able to change shape on his own.

He rolled, slid out from under the table, and stood up, hands smoothing down ruffled clothing just like he'd have fussed with his feathers if he still had most of them, glancing around.

Of course he hadn't gone unseen. Puffing himself up, he looked every inch the proud raven he was, utterly unconcerned about the prospects of going back to his natural form. Even if he didn't know how he'd triggered the change in the first place, so he was in reality very concerned.

At least he hadn't been desperately wishing to be a dragon again.

Re: Diaval | Maleficent | Option 1

[crowschild]

"Hello there," Rory says, with a bit of a half bow and definite smile to the raven on a chair. "I wasn't expecting to see any of your kind up here."

Rory's family is descended to and dedicated to the Morrigan. Crows and ravens are pretty much sacred to them. Or at least as sacred as anything gets for a McCallum. It makes him feel a lot better seeing one around. That he isn't forgotten.

He offers his arm to see if the bird will step on it.

Magneto | Marvel 616 | Option 01

[magnetic_magpie]

[ Magneto leaned against the wall, eying the bar. Wine and food would be wonderful except for the fact he had no idea where he was and was still winded heavily. Still recovering from the attack on Genosha, still trying to clean up the country he'd built, still praying he'd find survivors.

And he'd taken a risk, trying to open a wormhole. Oh he'd known for years how to do it in theory but in practice? He hadn't tried before. And he didn't think it had...worked like he'd planned. ]

[stark_spangled]

The Enterprise has a way of interfering with plans, whether they're for good or for evil. The people who show up here usually aren't trying to get here. That's the way it was for Steve, and now he's just trying to figure out how to get back -- or at least put himself to some use while he's stuck here.

This guy, with a shock of white hair and panting heavily, draws his attention. Whether or not he's in distress, he's going to get approached by a six-foot super soldier looking to help.

"Excuse me, sir," he nods, trying to get his attention. "Are you OK?"

Nathan Summers | Marvel Comics via Valar | Option One

[nathansummers]

Nate was no exactly expecting things to be normal around his life, not really. After time travel, alien invasions, dreaming several entire lives, and even having an alternate future child, he was pretty used to this. Especially after bouncing to another world once, already.

When he felt the materialization grip him, he just sighed, and let it happen. These things were usually just better not fought. He glanced around and realized where he was, and he started to chuckle. After a few minutes, he sat at the nearest table and shook his head. "Hmm. I wonder if this timeline knows me. It's been a long time, and I looked differently, then. And it was in a different life."

Still chuckling, he looked around, wondering.

Re: Nathan Summers | Marvel Comics via Valar | Option One

[element_wizard]

"Oh, you'd be surprised. Reality is kinda fun like that. If by fun you mean has the horribly twisted and nasty sense of humor like a five year old." Alec says absently, as he walks by the table.

Emma Summers | Marvel Comics + Valar | Option two

[complicatedbackstory]

Emma wasn't pleased to be somewhere other than her home. No matter how poorly she was getting on with Scott these days she had no interest in running away to some strange. . . oddly authoritarian looking place. She glanced around at the various computers and equipment. Her powers and alternate memories gave her more information than was typically available to her. Each and every console was of extreme interest to her.

Perhaps it was instinct that led Emma to take the captain's chair for her own. Nobody was sitting in it now and it seemed the most obvious choice. Despite being dressed for the gym she sat in the command chair with bearing as proud and regal as any queen. First impressions mattered, after all, and she wanted to make a good one if someone came in to find her.

The command console was difficult to understand. At first she prodded at things, but it never responded to her. That wasn't terribly surprising. She would probably be better off finding another person to question. Though she had some engineering knowledge she truly wasn't up to the task of figuring all these things out.

Thor Odinson | MCU plus game history | Option One

[thepowerofthor]

Thor generally didn't mind when the world was weird at him, but with how things had gone lately, he was ready for a break. This was not going to happen. He found himself, without warning, standing in the middle of a large area. To one side, a giant window filled with stars. To the other, a room full of people, tables, and a bar counter. He was in a bar of some kind, and obviously, in space.

This was a new one for him. While his counterpart had been in space, Thor, himself, had only been to the moon, really, not what he considered true space. And that had been only recently. While he studied the room he was in, he was reminded of the cafe where so many important things had happened in Orange County, and then his eyes were drawn once more to the screen. Or the window... or whatever once called it.

Making his way to the bar, he sat, but before ordering, he simply looked out that window, and drank it in. He would be amazed and annoyed more later.