Test Drive #7 - Ten Forward and Captain's Yacht

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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 Captain's Yacht: Oooh, you sneaky stowaway! You've found yourself in a very exclusive part of the ship: Captain Picard's personal craft, used for short jaunts when a shuttle just won't do. (One must retain some decorum, after all.) It may not be as large as the Enterprise itself, but there are sure to be some surprises aboard once people start snooping.


[OOC: The Captain's Yacht is located at the very base of the Enterprise's saucer portion, so if you put someone in there you can also play them trying to get back to somewhere they know!]

Comments

have a Baron Humbert von Gikkiken from The Cat Returns :3

[myspecialblend]

Well now. How peculiar.

Baron had never been on a starship before. This seemed to be quite the adventure already, and all he did was appear on a table in Ten Forward. He straightened his top hat and rested idly on his cane as he took in his surroundings. No Muta or Toto.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time the sharply dressed figurine had been on his own before, nor would be the last. But where to start?

This combo won't be ridiculous at all. ;)

[kingu_otousama]

Blink blink.

Tamaki leans forward, right inside Baron's personal space, ooh-ing and ahh-ing.

"What a sharply dressed cat, I've never seen anything like it! A prince among cats for sure, but I wonder, hmm, could a cat be a host? He certainly looks the part, but why would a cat need a host? I suppose even animals need to escape life's drudgeries from time to time."

He taps his chin, acting like he's only talking to himself.

Ysgrave | Tirzah ; Threshold, by Sara Douglass

[brave_glass]

This isn't Gesholme. But it has to be. She can't have left: that'd be impossible.

The young woman - blonde, dressed in the rough robe of a lowly worker in a hot climate with shackle-scars on her ankles - shuts her eyes very firmly. It's an hallucination. Too much work, too much heat, too long spent in cramped buildings with nothing but torch-light.

Then she opens her eyes.

She's still here.

"Oh, no," she whispers.

Re: Ysgrave | Tirzah ; Threshold, by Sara Douglass

[immutablysam]

"Afraid so." comes the casual comment from a nearby table, where Sam is stretched, feet up on the table, leaned back in the chair. "Takes some adjusting."

Merlin | Merlin the Poem and Legends plus Milliways game canon | OTA, Option One

[themerlin]

Merlin stretched as the light faded, and hmmed, glancing around him. Whisked away to another world, dropped into a ship, and left to fiddle faddle there with no way back? Hardly fair play. Nonetheless, this was not his first expedition to someplace beyond space and time, and his eyes opened wide as he glanced out the window. "Ah, Milliways, thy reputation shall always live in my mind." He remembered Marian, and the bar, and all that had happened there, and he remembered what would yet happen. And all of that had been years before his time now.

For now, dressed in robes, carrying his staff, and utterly bemused, Merlin nodded and glanced around, before walking to the windows out and peering about. "No explosions, no time ending. Hmmm. Some movement, though. Spaceship, not asteroid, and one of the far future, yet, I'd guess."

His smile slowly grew to a smirk. Far from being disappointed, he felt a kind of glee. "Something new, just for me? Well then, time to see what there is to see." And he strode toward the doors, his staff vanishing in a shimmer of light and someone's drink appearing into his hand with a light popping sound. Sorry, who-ever that was!

Re: Merlin | Merlin the Poem and Legends plus Milliways game canon | OTA, Option One

[the_blood]

Aiylisha was walking in just as he was heading for the doors, and saw the drink appear in his hand. "Prince," she said, nodding to him respectfully in greeting, then she stopped dead. He had just done craft, she had seen it herself and yet...

Theiorn stopped just behind her, walking to her left and behind, indicating her dominance. He frowned at the man, trying to figure out what had upset the Queen.

Harry Dresden | Dresden Files Books | Option One

[dresdensluck]

Harry was in the midst of spell-research when the light caught him, and every magical defense failed against whatever caused it.He felt something shift under him, and he closed his eyes at the disorientation. When he looked again, he felt a sense of déjà vu hit him, and a sense of surreality fall onto his shoulders. "No. Way. This has got to be either a dream, or someone messing with my head. In a heretofore undone way. I give it ten points for style, at least."

Harry Dresden, Winter Knight, Wizard-at-hire, sometimes-Warden for the White Council, Completely unrelated Warden of Demonreach, and generally confused guy, looked around what seemed to be a very familiar place.

"Hell's Bells."

And that was when the lights flickered and went out.

[wishedforaveil]

"It wasn't me," said Molly, making her way through the darkened room to stand beside him. "I swear."

It wouldn't have been the first time Harry had found his way into her subconscious, or the first time her subconscious had been modeled after part of the Enterprise, but this didn't feel like a mental construct. As familiar as it was, it felt very...other.

For one thing, it was populated by people other than various facets of her psyche in Starfleet uniform.

Doctor Rudy Lom | Almost Human | Option 1

[techcave]

Rudy didn't have a clue of how he got here or why. But he scanned the lounge trying make sense of this situation. Was this perhaps a strange dream? Or was he suffering some kind of strange hallucination? Warily, Rudy approached the bar and sat down.

He took his hat off and picked at it with his fingers as he tried to decide what to do. He debated on approaching someone and asking questions, but at the same time he was rather frightened by the idea. Everyone else around here appeared at ease though, so there didn't seem to be a need to be alarmed...

Yet, this was not his world. That much he knew. Rudy didn't like not having Kennex or Dorian by his side while he was in a strange place. Normally he would have been content on ordering a martini...but not now. He continued to fidget with his hat until he was able to work up the nerve to approach someone.

[likeavirtue]

It'll be between his fidgeting and his being distracted that Kennex claps a hand on Rudy's shoulder from behind, grips him for a second, then moves to grab the empty seat to his right.

"Y'know, that hat is never going to work no matter what you do," he says, chin jutting towards the object in question, still between Rudy's fidgeting fingers.

"What the hell are you doing here, Rudy? The City not good enough you've gotta travel all the way here into space?"

It's a joke, of course, and one of the first real ones he's cracked since he got to this goddamned ship. But he can't help but feel relief, seeing someone familiar, someone from home.

Option 1

[agathaheterodyne]

(Icons coming, for now:
Maxim
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and Agatha
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Agatha wandered into 10 Forward, with Maxim following like a silent shadow. Odd how someone tall and purple could melt into the background sometimes. She certainly did not seem to notice his presence overmuch. Of course, that could have something to do with the small clockwork gismo in her hand that she was looking at, rather than say... where she was going.

She made it to a seat, though at one point Maxium tripped, knocking into her, which made her pause until they regained their footing. She never seemed to notice. Maxim flashed a smile at the person she had almost walked into.

Agatha dropped into her seat and looked at the small device. It basically seemed to be a pocket watch with arms and legs, and a large eye where the face should have been. "Somewhere on a ship this bog, there have to be steam engines," she murmured to the device.

It made a small whirring sound.

She leaned back a bit. "I don't know, I can't find it myself, not yet. But maybe someone here will take me to the engine room!" That thought seemed to perk her up.

The little clank dropped off of her hand and skittered off. She looked around for the first time, seeing all the rather odd people around her, then she smiled. "At least no one here will be half as terrifying as Von Pinn," she said with a grin.

Maxim was in a seat pulled back a bit from her table in the shadows somewhat, making it look, to the unobservant, like a young woman was sitting all on her own...

Roshanak : OC

[ashenmuses]

There is a flash and a dark-haired young woman finds herself in the lounge. She's pretty enough, and dressed in a stylish turquoise jacket with a long, curved knife belted at her waist.

This is where the problem starts:

The Enterprise is designed - mostly - to a humanoid scale. And it should be said that this particular newcomer, the top of her head reaching just over seven foot, probably wouldn't have to duck through too many doors. No, her height isn't exactly the problem. But the fact that from the waist down she resembles a dappled gray Iberian horse?

Yeah, that might be where the problem is.

Roshanak moves in shock when she registers where she is and her hind legs knock over a table. She freezes, clutches the scrollcase she'd been carrying protectively to her chest, and then scowls at the room. Her white ears - shaped and textured like that of a true horse - twist back as far as her skull allows.

"Does anyone want to explain which particular sorcerer thought this was amusing?"

Alex Rogan | The Last Starfighter

[1st_starfighter]

Alex Rogan, recent arrival, glanced at her as she appeared, then double-glanced and chuckled. He rose, brushed off his uniform and then nodded to her, giving her a bow as he stepped to about five feet away.

He'd dealt with aliens galore and diplomacy was an old trait now. "Hello, ma'am. My name's Commander Alex Rogan, and I'm fairly new here, too. And I've got bad news. A power out of our hands brought us here, along with a lot of others."

He held up his hands, and out, where she could see he held no weapons. "No one here wants to hurt you, I promise."

Emma Swan|Once Upon a Time|Option 1

[savedbylove]

When Emma opened her eyes, she fully expected to be on the edge of the forest, home around her, but instead she was somewhere strange. Very strange indeed. Her hand went to her belt, but her gun was missing, which wouldn't have bothered her, since she didn't have it in the enchanted forest either, but she suddenly thought that she might need it.

"Where the hell am I now?"

[chippedvaliance]

"Emma?" She was just on her way out of the lounge, actually when she caught sight of familiar golden hair out of the corner of her eye. That tone of voice sealed the deal in making her stop instead of dismissing it as possibly another passenger she had mistaken as someone from Storybrooke. "You're--well--" Belle bites at her bottom lip. "Maybe I should just show you." Luckily Belle has acquired a PADD, and if Emma ever paid attention to the comics Henry read she'll catch on quick. "Are you alright, though?"

Option 1 - Warning - possible swearing/violence.

[the_blood]

They had been on the ship a few days already, and they were still having... issues... getting settled. The Queen's Gift helped some, since they weren't arguing over blood any more. At least, she thought ruefully, not for a few more days.

She needed to breathe, she needed fresh air, but she would settle for a social gathering spot. Aiylisha settled into a chair, and glanced at Theiorn who was hovering behind her. He wasn't hers, but try telling HIM that. Stubborn fussy snarly... MALE.

Well, fine. She glanced back at him, her gold eyes flashing. "If you are going to hover, be useful. Get me a drink."

His lips tightened slightly. "I don't like this, Lady. Too many people we don't know. I'm your only escort."

"And if you suffocate me I'll be just as dead," she snarled. "Get us both drinks or take a walk, Prince. Choose."

He snarled, then turned and headed for the bar, his senses alert and aware. He kept glancing back at her, making sure she was okay.

She rolled her shoulders, sitting alone at her table, waiting. She was about ready to talk to ANYONE else at this point, anyone but a warlord prince. Mother night.

Re: Option 1 - Warning - possible swearing/violence.

[not_gaheris]

Telemachus was by the bar, trying to get the bartender to give him real alcohol, instead of the synthehol crap. He wanted alcohol to get drunk. That was the entire point. Way to ruin good booze. Spotting the lady, and her escort finally moving off, Rhade grabbed his own glass, and a glass of wine for the lady before sliding into the chair opposite her.

The glass clinked on the table, and he moved her drink over to her.

"Finally. I thought he would never leave."

[fishermansweater]

This time, the tributes' costumes are made of a light, sleek fabric, with a ridiculous purple belt that can't be for the sake of fashion, and shoes so light that Finnick's steps are almost impossible to hear except for the occasional squeak of rubber.

He doesn't speak to anyone except Mags. He's too tense, too wound up, too well aware of what's to come, out there, in the arena, for small talk.

Too focused.

On him, and on Mags. On survival.

Not on the thought of losing the woman who's been a surrogate mother to him for the past ten years, who saw him through the Games and their aftermath as well as anyone can.

It's not smart strategy, but he's going to keep her alive as long as he can.

The last few moments before hell are unleashed are spent with his stylist, but there's little to say. Finnick's focused, watching the glass cylinder swoop down to collect him, watching the ceiling above him, waiting for his first glimpse of the arena. Tensing to spring at the sound of the gong, when a millisecond's hesitation can kill you.

But there is no arena.

Instead, there's a flash of light, a sense of change, and no glass, no plate beneath his feet, no Cornucopia. No Games.

Too tensed to take it, Finnick spins, the tension in his muscles screaming to be released, to pounce, to run and claim the supplies that will save his life. Instead, it leaves him wild-eyed, disoriented, his hands raised in a defensive gesture that, given a second, could turn into an attack.

This wasn't the plan.

[agathaheterodyne]

( http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbrrb20Twg1qgku6d.jpg Image because I still have not narrowed my icons down...)

Maxim slid from his seat in a lazy gait that brought him up behind Finnick silently. A grin spread across razor sharp teeth that any shark would be proud to sport. This was going to be fun. He brought himself into the edge of they kid's vision as his hand came up to smack him upside the head.

Maxim fully expected to be attacked. He was hoping for it. The look in that boy's eyes was fun with a capital PH. Jagers weren't much for spelling.

Alex Rogan | The Last Starfighter | Option One

[1st_starfighter]

Alex Rogan smiled as he worked at a table in Ten Forward. He had been here a week now and was unsure of his footing yet, but still, it felt almost like his last gig. Coming from being the Commander of the Starfighter legion was perhaps less shocking than most departures, though learning that he had been in stasis for almost four hundred years did make his mind reel.

Nonetheless, he was now working on putting down his entire story, including information about Rylos, who had apparently become a very reclusive society over time.

[mavy_wavy]

Mavis wasn't expecting to meet anyone she recognized in Ten Forward. Hoping for it? You bet. But she was just as happy to meet new people, and hear their stories. She just rolled with it. So she was pleasantly surprised when she saw a familiar figure in a familiar pose; pouring over designs at one of the tables across the room.

Of course, as she made her way toward him, she realized that there was something different, too. She couldn't sink her fangs into it, but something told her that this wasn't quite the Alex Rogan she had known in 21st Century Orange County, California.

Mags | Hunger Games| Option One

[fourth_victor]

The last thing that Mags remembered was them preparing to be launched into the Games. She waited for the boom of the canon and the signal to start, but instead she didn't find herself in an arena. She was in some kind of lounge? What had happened? This certainly wasn't the plan. Did something go wrong?

Worriedly, she scanned the room trying to find any of the tributes, Finnick, Katniss, Peeta... were the main three she wanted to find. They were her priority. Only she couldn't find anyone.

She quietly made her way through the sea of people, causally glancing from time to time. She would worry about where she was later. And if none of them were here, then she would start worrying about everything else. Only when she grew tired, she sat down.

[aster_planetes]

"Auntie? Are you all right?"

Roshanak is...somewhat awkwardly aware of how much she is towering over the old woman, but when one is 7'1 and a horse from the waist down, there is not a lot that can be done while standing on her feet. And Roshanak is nowhere close to being comfortable with lying down in a strange place.

So, she settles for hovering a little (so as much as a kentauride can) and sounding concerned.

Haymitch Abernathy | Hunger Games| Option One

[nowinners]

Haymitch had gone from pawing his way in disbelief through a box of empty bottles to standing in the middle of what he guessed was some kind of lounge within the blink of an eye, hands still outstretched.

The first minute he'd been jumpy, wary even of this abrupt change, even despite the apparent appearance of what looked to be a bar. Really, this place wouldn't entirely be out of place in the Capitol, except for the people within it...and the view beyond the windows.

He finds his way to the bar and orders a drink while taking in the crowd and trying to work through just what in the hell just happened to him. It shouldn't be possible for him to have been kidnapped so abruptly from his house to this strange bar. A second drink follows the first and soon enough he's on round five and frowning into the glass as he finishes it.

For some reason, he doesn't feel like he's just downed five shots in less than five minutes. Hell, he doesn't feel like he's even had a decent drink period. The sixth proves via taste that he's definitely not drinking water...yet, the inebriated feeling he should by rights be experiencing...no where to be found.

"What the hell is this shit?" Yes, he might sound just a bit petulant, but god damn it, he was just kidnapped from his house without warning or explanation to a bar. Least the world could do was let him actually enjoy it some before he had to go deal with the hassle of finding answers of why he was here and most importantly perhaps, how he'd ended up here and thus how he was going to get back.

[fishermansweater]

It might be a little unjust.

Okay, it might be a lot unjust, but Finnick can't help the wickedly teasing smile that creeps over his face at Haymitch's annoyance. He knows why Haymitch drinks, just like he knows why some victors drown themselves in morphling, or whatever other poison they choose for themselves. But the easy smile like he's laughing at the world is as much a part of Finnick's poison as alcohol is Haymitch's.

"Look at this. Haymitch Abernathy, stuck in a bar with no booze."

Finnick saunters up to the bar and gives a wide, toothy smile to Haymitch as he leans one elbow on the counter top.

No sign of anything here between them but the mocking disdain so many of the victors have always shown towards Haymitch.

"This must be some special kind of hell for you, right?" he says, with a mock-thoughtful expression, though his voice is carrying a suggestion of laughter.

Never mind that Finnick, too, is without the characteristic vice in which he famously indulges every time he's in the Capitol: a wealthy woman on his arm.

Janice Rand | Star Trek AOS | Option 1

[sf_girl_friday]

The whole situation is disorientating. One minute Janice was taking a break from her paperwork, ready to go get a cup of coffee... the next she was in the middle of a lounge. Looking around, she wonders if she's been working too hard and had fallen asleep at her desk but everything is too vivid to be a dream.

In the back of her mind, she knows she should be cautios but she speaks before she thinks better of it. "What's going on?"

(Assuming she's still wearing uniform, let me know if not ok?)

[general_chang]

"Omnipotent creature transported you into future," he said, or rather called out in between gulps of the only reliably alcoholic (not to mention Klingon) drink available that's currently sending a mist of nitrogen-esque gas down to his hands. He probably had the younger Worf to thank for that.

Apparently, answering her question was all he felt he needed to do as he went back to the only real interesting think about this place: the view of stars.

Jaime T Kirk | Star Trek AOS (genderbend) | Option 1

[jaime_kirk]

"Oh come on." This was not where Jaime was supposed to be. Not that she normally minded finding herself in a bar, but she was supposed to be on her ship. Her beautiful, perfect ship where she had been planning on spending the evening having Spock destroy her at chess. She wasn't supposed to find herself in some lounge, surrounded by people she didn't recognize.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, she moves toward the bar, figuring if she was going to get answers, that's be the best place. She has learned a few things about being discrete. Kind of. Getting in trouble with whoever runs the place isn't going to get her answers so blend in and try to figure out where she is.

Ordering a beer so she didn't look out of place, Jaime scanned the bar, noting various species and languages that were familiar. It feels Starfleet but something's off about it. Taking a sip of her drink, she leans against the bar, trying to figure out where the hell she ended up and if any of her crew had been brought with her.

[whistles_loudly]

Pike made his way down to Ten Forward after trying to get some reading done, rather unsuccessfully, in his quarters. There was just something odd, not having any work to do. So he strode up to the bar as much as his cane would let him and ordered a martini.

He had absolutely no idea that there was another Kirk aboard. If he did, he would have ordered two.

Kimberly Hart | Mighty Morphin Power Rangers | scene 1

[tinypink_crane]

This wasn't where she was supposed to be.

She recalled hearing the beeping on her communicator (and just as she was about to do a backhand flip), remembered jumping off the beam like it was nothing. Only when she was in the relative quiet behind the lockers did she answer Zordon's call-Zedd and Rita turned Adam's lantern into a monster and they needed her help to fight it off.

It would figure of course.

Only when Kimberly pressed the button on her communicator, the scenery changed without her even needing to teleport. This wasn't the command center, this wasn't even the park. She was in another sort of bar..one that definitely didn't look like the youth center.

"Um...serously, this whole dimension hopping is getting really old." Atleast everyone here looked relaxed. Dimension hopping was one thing-dimensions full of hostile creatures were entirely something else.

Carefully, she made her way over to the bar, trying to not look like she was freaking out. "Hello...someone mind telling me where I am?" Maybe how the hell to get back to Angel Grove.

[morphitudinous]

Billy settled into a routine in Ten Forward: bring datapad, order flavored water, sip, and read. He did well for himself, and it kept him happy and occupied. As usual, his eyes laser-focused on his reading, not registering the familiar flash of pink at first.

He was in the middle of placing his order and thanking the bartender that he heard the familiar voice. And because a Power Ranger like himself could never reject a request for help, he launched into an explanation before he registered the voice.

"Hello! I know it's probably confusing, but you're aboard the starship Enterprise, summoned by an omnipotent..."

He trailed off then, realizing exactly who this was. Instead of explaining further, he staggered forward, his voice lilting tentatively.

"...Kimberly?"

Ray Terrill | DC Comics | Option One

[rayterrill]

Ray was unsure how he got there, but the suddenness of his appearance in the strange room convinced him that this had to be another kidnapping attempt. Of course, the fact that no one seemed to pay attention to him as he appeared, and that no one restrained him, well, that went a long ways to changing his mind. But still, where the hell was he?

Ray was in his civies, prototype laptop clutched against his chest now, and was unsure how to respond. Carefully glancing around, he set his laptop down on one table, then transformed into pure living raylight, and shot outside for a moment. He passed through the wall easily. He found himself in some kind of field surrounding the ship, and could tell that outside the field, they were moving very very fast.

They were really in space! Holy crap! Ray shot back inside, then settled to the seat next to his laptop, shocked, looking normal again.

"What the hell is going on?"

[loiseau_ou_la_cage]

Elizabeth was drinking a glass of wine and trying to wrap her head around her new reality when someone manifested in the room, disappeared, and returned before sitting down to work on some kind of. . . flat thing with a typewriter on it.

She glanced at her glass of wine, as though she was torn between finishing it and talking to the fellow newcomer. After a moment she decided to put her glass down, surrendering it as an offering to the god of friendship, or so she thought to amuse herself as she approached the (handsome) young man. "Are you lost?"

hands!!11 fine ... pizza mellark | the hungry games | 01

[bakesafe]

There are more days than not when Peeta has trouble getting to sleep, so that finally when he does manage it, time becomes a disorienting mess and his entire body is unsure what is being awake and what is being asleep, what is a dream, a nightmare, reality.

It's all a part of being a survivor of the Hunger Games, sure, and he never complains about it, because it's just not a thing Peeta does. Complaining is for those who have everything, and despite being a victor, Peeta feels like he doesn't have anything, feels emptier than he had even before his name was picked out of the lot that day at the reaping.

But at the very least, the little house he keeps as part of the 'perks' of being a Hunger Games victor is familiar. Because when he does wake up, jolted from his sleep, he's lying on the cold, sterile ground of an unrecognizable environment and it feels all too much like many of his nightmares, and before that, his reality.

( No, no, no. This isn't - this can't be - he isn't back, he can't be back, he won the games, he and Katniss -

Katniss. )

He gets to his feet, a cold wash of fear keeping his entire body taut and tense, eyes scanning the entire space, hands clenched into tight fists and making tiny little half-moon indents into the calloused skin of his palms, fear and paranoia coursing through his veins, rendering him silent.

Someone's left a butter knife on the table near him, and he shifts to pick it up. It's something, at least, until he can figure out just what the hell is going on.

[nowinners]

Excuse you Peeta, That's his butter knife you just nabbed. Man, he can't even leave to go try coaxing another actual drink from the lady bartender without someone stealing his own ill-gotten knife. Then he realizes just who stole his knife and the surprise, with a touch of wariness hits him all over again. Yeah, he's been told this isn't the Capitol, that he's in space and he's perfectly safe. Old habits die hard however, thus his swiping the knife when spotted it on someone else's table since security had since deprived him of the one he'd had on him previously. Just because someone said you were safe didn't necessarily make it true. Until he was convinced he wasn't being lied to, he was going to be cautious and wonder how much of what he was being told and shown was real and how much was a lie. He still had no idea really why he was here and had no real idea just how it was possible for this Q person to have brought him here within a blink of an eye -- and now they've brought Peeta. He had to wonder, and perhaps hope a little, that this Q would bring Katniss as well. At least then he could go back to watching over them both and know they were safe. "Peeta? That's mine." He's just going to gesture at the knife the boy's holding with his free hand.

Katniss Everdeen, The Hunger Games, option 1 please!

[stillplaying]

There have been explanations. Stories and interpretations provided to her by the others trapped in confinement with her. Most she's scoffed at, scowled at anyone who dare approached her and clutched her bow tighter in her hands. She's not stupid. She's done this before, been trapped in a game, used by those that might have claimed to have nothing but good intentions at heart. Do what's necessary for the sake of Panem.

Kill whomever's necessary for your own survival.

She's done it once and she won't hesitate to do it again. Because she's not where she's supposed to be. She's not in Panem, not in District 12. Home in a place slowly rebuilding itself, in a place that seems as alien to her as familiar sometimes. But there's the outdoors there. Greasy Sae and her little granddaughter who still come by to check on her. There doesn't seem to be any of that, here.

Katniss stays in the corner that she's claimed as her own since wandering into this room. It's safer with her back to the wall. No one can sneak up and surprise her. Quietly, she watches everyone that comes and goes. It's clear she doesn't want to be here. Or that she won't hesitate to shoot if someone gets too close.

Re: Katniss Everdeen, The Hunger Games, option 1 please!

[immutablysam]

Sam knows that look. Knows backs to the wall, hunting and being hunted. The girl has some training. That much is clear - but she's not at all confident.

And if this stands, she's going to cause trouble... and Sam is pretty sure a trip to the brig after a meeting with the Klingon's security won't do anyone any good.

Sam keeps 'his' distance, settling in at a table within talking distance, about as non-aggressive as possible, with 'his' feet up on the table, no weapons in evidence.

"You're a long way from home." It's a guess, but an educated one, based on experiences so far.

Annie Cresta | Hunger Games (books + movies) | Option 1

[treadswater]

It's been a few days, and people keep arriving. Here and there, dribs and drabs, but not to any pattern Annie can make out. At least, not yet. But she's trying. There is a pattern, somewhere. People come, sometimes people go. She'll work it out.

She has to. There's a system, which means it can be gamed, which means she can work out how she and Finnick can stay on this strange vessel and never, ever go back to Panem.

Currently, the small, red-haired woman is sitting at a table in Ten Forward, eyes darting over the crowd as she nurses a lemonade. The occasional flash of light catches her attention, but more often than not she seems to be staring out into space, eyes blank and brown slightly creased in thought.

(She is also not nearly as alone as she first appears; Finnick might not be sitting at her table, but they are keeping each other firmly in line of sight.)



[ooc: so this is a post for Annie, not Finnick, but, you know - like hell would they leave each other in different rooms *waves hand*]

[stillplaying]

It's not as if she doesn't have things in common with the other girl, any sort of reason to come say hello to the other girl here from Panem. There's Finnick. The Hunger Games. Life in District 13. Katniss' own mother, who decided to go back to District 4 with Annie rather than return home to District 12. Even if she understands it, knows why her mother couldn't return home. The pain in that empty house can be overwhelming sometimes.

She's never been good at this, though. At approaching people just to talk, to say hi. But after Finnick mentioned she was here... If it had been someone else, she'd ignore it. She'd have no problem being rude, saying that she'd say hello and then never bother. She doesn't care what people here think of her. She doesn't care to know any of them.

But it's Finnick. A man she'll never stop owing. And that's enough to get her to stand in front of Annie's table and offer a hesitant grin.

"Hi, Annie."

Sean Slater | EastEnders | Option 1

[walfordpsychopath]

The cold.

He could still feel it, biting through his wet clothes, but he continued to drag himself onto the shore of the lake.

He can't help but shiver, disorientated, not knowing where he is, other than the cold pressure of the water was gone. He sucks in shuddering breaths, wincing at the fact that it was... warm. He's had his eyes screwed shut since breaking through the ice, and he finally opens them.

His vision's fuzzy, but he can clearly tell that he's not on the lakeside any more.

"...Roxy." He grunts out, voice rough, ragged, affected by the shivering. He starts pushing himself up...

...Bad idea.

"Roxy...!" He manages to get out, again, a bit louder, his vision clearing somewhat, but still fuzzy, like he was drunk. He stumbles, grabbing ahold of a nearby table, luckily empty. He shoves his wet hair to the side, the shivering stopping.

"Roxy! Where... Where are...?" She was safe, right? Ronnie got to her. He got her free of the pond weed and Ronnie... She has to be safe...

Then where is she?!

Someone reaches out to grab him, and he lashes back, voice raising.

"Gerroff me! I need to... Need to find her!"

Re: Sean Slater | EastEnders | Option 1

[agathaheterodyne]

When his hand lashed back, Agatha moved quick. She wasn't a Jager, she wasn't Zeetha, but she had been trained by both, and besides this wasn't fighting this was more like... moving quickly. So she jumped back, grabbing the spanner from her belt and bringing it back so his knuckles hit the metal tool, rather than her face.

"I don't need help, but thank you for the offer would have sufficed," she said a bit primly from behind him, crossing her arms, spanner still in hand.

She stood there, early-mid twenties, long green skirt, long green vest over a white silk shirt, marked here and there with grease. Her look was somewhat... archaic, almost antiquated, though she herself was young. Well...

She gazed at him through her glasses, waiting for his reaction, ready to jump away again, if she had to.

Primrose Everdeen - Hunger Games - Option 1

[primeverdeen]

She had to try and be strong for her mother, who was there. They were curled up together, watching the Quarter Quell, watching her sister being brought up into the arena. Again. She was clinging to Lady and Buttercup, her mother clinging to her.

In the room with her were all the others who had come to watch together, to offer support, or to take it. Gale and his family, Peeta's parents, Madge. And she had to be strong enough for all of them. She couldn't cry now, couldn't, she wanted to though.

She clung tighter to the goat, her fingers closing in the fur of the cat, eyes locked on the screen... that was suddenly showing stars moving past, as though the night sky were turned on its side and sped past. What was this? What was the Capitol doing now? It made no sense, but then... nothing in the games made sense. Not since her sister came home...

To anyone who saw her appear, she was faced away from the room, sitting and facing the windows in 10foward. With her was a goat, also facing away, the cat hidden from sight by her body. what was visible was the back of a young girl in a skirt and blouse, the tail of her shirt sticking out from the back of the waist band of her skirt, like a duck tail.

[fishermansweater]

Finnick is good at judging the age of kids, looking at them and assessing their potential experiences and abilities, their build, their strength, what you might be able to learn from appearances alone. It's a skill that comes to Hunger Games mentors, not only as they try to determine what their own tributes may be capable of, but, equally important and far less easy to determine, from their competition.

The girl would be twelve, maybe thirteen, but not older. Old enough to be reaped and too young to stand a chance, and the thought darken's Finnick's bright eyes for a moment before he steps forward towards her.

Maybe she, like so many others here, is from a world with no Hunger Games.

But when he gets close enough to see her face, he recognizes her. A sweet, pretty face, blonde hair, little similarity to her elder sister, but still unmistakeable as the girl who'd been splashed across the television screens of Panem.

Primrose Everdeen.

Katniss' baby sister.

"It's Prim, right?"

He himself needs no introduction. His face, his hair, above all his characteristic light sea-green eyes say who he is.

Weyoun (8) | Star Trek: Deep Space Nine | Option 1

[voiceofthefounders]

It had only taken a few moments after his arrival for Weyoun to notice that things were not the same... Besides not being dead, of course.

His first clue was the people. Human, mostly, wearing a mix of Federation garb. A Starfleet vessel? Definitely a ship, he could hear the engines kept at idle whilst they orbited a planet visible from the windows.

The uniforms were a lot like the ones before the war. A lot more colourful... and none of the Starfleet personnel seemed to be surprised that a Vorta had found his way onto their ship. They had been... Well, mostly polite. Asking if he was alright... Almost as if they were used to this happening.

How odd.

Either way, he assured his new-found companions that he was fine, and that he'd like to speak to the captain of this vessel as soon as possible. After asking a few cursory questions, he discovered he was on the starship USS Enterprise. Not one he'd encountered personally, and that he was... A few years displaced. In the past, no less.

Thanking his new friends, Weyoun decides to take stock of the replicator menu. Might as well sample some of it, after all.

What was it the humans said? When in Rome?

[asklepian]

Well. Not all the humans on board were so non-chalant about the Vorta in their midst. Julian's gaze had fallen upon the distinctive aural ridges and froze, wide-eyed. Not quite as disturbing to him as it had been finding Dukat aboard, but still a development he's less than thrilled about.

He stands out, even in the Starfleet crowd, with his grey-shouldered uniform, the same style Weyoun would be more familiar with. He tears his eyes away to skirt along the wall, toward the replicators where the Vorta was standing.

"If you're looking for something to try, might I suggest chai tea?"

Julian is obviously suspicious, but willing to give the benefit of the doubt--for now. After all, the only Vorta who'd ever lied to him was a holographic simulation.

Golden Age Superman | DC Comics | Option One

[growingupsuper]

Superman had been alone a long time. He had wandered through space, helping those he could, lending a hand, here, then there, then yet another place, never staying any one place. It was too painful, he thought, too much to ask, for a man who might never die, to watch all those he loved die, again and again. He had done so, originally, of course, back on Earth. He had arrived on Earth in the endings of the nineteenth century, and lived to see the 21st, and to see his friends, their children, his children, his grandchildren, and the grandchildren of his friends die as well, until he could just not take it anymore. He had left Earth, and his story had faded to legend, to myth, and then been forgotten.

As Earth's culture expanded into the cosmos over time, he would read about it, now and then, and marvel at how far they had come, and smile, and keep moving. And he had lived, mostly, alone.

Until today. He had seen the ship coming, and for some reason, he had not flown away. But instead, he had hailed them, and come aboard, and after being scanned, poked, and prodded, he had been allowed to go to the Ten Forward, pending more tests.

Ah, then penchant of humans to test. He had, in many ways, missed that, as much as anything else.

He had also gotten a set of clothing, and settled to a seat, drinking a chocolate milk and eating a cheeseburger with some pleasure as he watched the people there.

ooc: Eeeeeeeeeee! I hope this is okay. :D

[holds_her_own]

Damn.

Hill never thought she'd say it, but this guy's arms could give Thor's a run for their money.

"I'd like to violate that man like a parking meter."

The words are muttered under her breath and only to herself, drowned a second later in a swig off her beer. It would suck if someone had super hearing.

Not that she's being particularly covert tonight regardless, given the way her eyes trail shamelessly over Superman from across the room.

Hey, she's off-duty, what Fury doesn't know won't kill him.

Bart Allen/Impulse | DC

[warningnotanickname]

There was probably little security could do to stop him going anywhere, you try catching someone who is faster than... well a lot of things and it's taking him some concentration to stay on board. Not phase through things accidentally. The ship is something new to explore and wow he is he going to check everywhere. Places he's meant to be or not.

When he finally settles, it's of course where there is food. He does like to eat. All that moving quickly burns a lot of energy and he has to keep up. So, there are a lot of different things on plates, the whole table is full of food and if you blink it's gone only to be replaced with more, somehow.

[never_felt_better]

"Hot damn, my man," John remarks. He'd just been walking by, minding his own business, but what the hell kind of theoretical scientist would he be if he passed by something like that without stopping to figure out the hell is going on. He stands akimbo, and whistles.

"Mama always said there'd be days like this. I think you just beat my speed-eating record ten times over." Both of them, even. Hey, what kind of Southern boy would he be if he hasn't tried to eat fifty hotdogs in one sitting and scarf down a whole boysenberry pie faster than the speed of light? Come on.