ten_fwd_ooc | Test Drive #8 - Ten Forward and the Enterprise Concourse

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Option 01. Ten Forward: You know how you were standing there, back in your home world, just minding your own business?

Time to forget all about that.

You're suddenly standing in the middle of a very large, lively bar filled with many different faces and many different smells, sights and sounds. Happily, you're not alone — in fact, you're surrounded by people who seem to be as confused as you are... and some of them look a little, well, unusual.

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, or ask some questions of the person nearest you, throw a fit, stage a coup... maybe do a little exploring? Others might call it the USS Enterprise, but for the foreseeable future, you'll be calling it home.

Option 02. The Enterprise Concourse: Perhaps you did decide to do a little exploring. You're currently on Deck 4, where the ship's stores are located. This may be a starship, but it has been designed to be a home for officers, civilians, even families with young children. Though there are replicators on every deck, there are just some things you can't get from them, and so you come to the concourse. Perhaps you're in the market for some fancy perfume, or you want to get your hair done at the salon; maybe you're interested in shopping some of these strange alien fashions, or you just want to relax at the spa and get a massage. It's like a miniature mall ~~without the Cinnabon~~, so pick your favorite store or stall and spoil yourself.

[OOC: There isn't a lot of information about the store(s) on the Enterprise, so we're taking some creative license and so should you! Maybe there is a Cinnabon there after all. Q may not appreciate food and beverages the way we do, but he does appreciate a good joke. Who wants to go shopping at the space mall?]

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[B'ellana opened her eyes she was having the most wonderful dream imaginable, and she turned and expected to see her husband. They had just been married after all. No sense in wasting time, in her mind. She had to smile before quickly schooling it, because Klingon's didn't smile. If Tom where here, he would remind her that she was half human.

Speaking of.... Where was he.

This place was familiar but at the same time, B'elanna had only seen it in pictures. The USS Enterprise, Class D if she had to guess... although without looking at the engine.

She stepped through the door, going to the bar, and ordering a drink. She needed a minute to try and figure out where her husband was. ]

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Tom was whispering sweet nothings to the replicator. Because they worked. Like, actually worked. Without rations. And they didn't serve leola root stew or a leola root tart or say leola rice pilaf. Honestly the iterations were numerous and equally disgusting.

The computer kept shrugging off his attempts at wooing with a 'please restate command'. He eventually settled on two steaks--because what klingon didn't like meat?--a basket of fries, two cokes and a cherry pie.

Spying his wife, he motioned her over and handed her a plate. "Here, carry this."

Tom had totally bypassed the 'where are we' phase and gone right to the 'wow the replicators work!' phase.

"Tom." B'Elanna said, clearly relieved.She looked down at the plate, with amusement, because really.... "Tom.... how can you even think about food now?"

But then again this was Tom they were talking about.

"I think better on a full stomach. Especially a stomach that's full of meat and french fries and sicky sweet soda. A stomach that doesn't have to eat Neelix's food. That stuff will kill you. Besides," Tom flashed her a charming smile, "why not? Haven't you wanted to gorge yourself on replicated food for years now? This is our chance. And if we can figure out what's going on while we're eating, then that's just great."

He handed his wife the cherry pie and balancing the rest, made his way over to an empty table. "Can you think of a better honeymoon? I say we enjoy it while it lasts."

B'Elanna made a face at the mention of sickly sweet soda. "Do you seriously have a stomach made of led?" She asked, as she sat down, and looked at the food.

"I always thought we'd be more... alone," She said, looking around. "Where do you think we are?"

Tom gave a shrug to both of her questions, smiling. "Alright, I give. I'll try and limit the 20th century cuisine. How about a bottle of burgundy instead? Maybe a nice salad? We could find some place more....quiet and alone. Just the two of us."

Reaching in for a quick kiss, pausing to graze her lip a little, he pulled back and addressed the computer. "Computer, identify our location." The computer replied with 'Ten Forward, U.S.S Enterprise, Registry 1701-D.'

Tom just looked at her. "Okay maybe Q decided to give us a wedding gift?"

"Give me a bottle of burgundy, and you, and all I have is yours Mr. Torres?" She said, returning the kiss, humming softly, as she brought her fingers to her lips.

"Did you ever decide on a name by the way?" She asked, as she listened to the computer.

"Q doesn't gift anyone anything, Tom you should know that, but why would he want to send us here?"

The woman she comes up alongside is nursing a coffee (cream, two sugars), both hands wrapped around the mug to manufacture some sense of warmth. Or comfort. Or maybe both, really, if she had to be honest.

Space isn't her... thing.

"Funny," she says, a little shyly. "You look like you belong here, but you still seem lost."

Is it rude for her to say so? She has a quick internal debate about that, and eventually offers her one of her hands to shake.

"Sorry. Felicity Smoak."

B'Elanna glanced over at the woman, not having heard her come up, which was very stupid of her.... but this ship.... this ship was better than what she'd seen in the pictures.

"I guess you could say that," She replied. "I served on a ship called Voyager, but it was nothing like this."

"B'Elanna Torres. Where are you from?"

"Really?" she asks, smile gaining a little speed. "A space...ship? Is that what you call them?"

Space really isn't her thing.

"Nice to meet you. I'm from Starling City." Beat. "Sorry, that's on Earth. If... you've ever heard of Earth. It's a nice planet. Cozy."

She nods slowly. She tends to ramble when she's nervous.

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