TEST DRIVE #10 - Cetacean Pool and Ten Forward

[tenforward_m]

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Option 001. Cetacean Pool/Aquatics Lab: Of all the places in the world, you open your eyes and you find yourself in a medium-sized aquatics laboratory, filled with various living specimens along with various science officers bustling about trying to maintain order. There's much to explore here (and hopefully, in the crew's opinion, not break), but the main attraction is the large pool at the far end of the lab; enormous but tanklike in appearance, it contains several dolphins happily swimming about, seemingly without a care in the world.


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Option 002. Aboard the Enterprise, Ten Forward: You have no idea what just happened. One minute you were home, and now you're on a spaceship, in the middle of a crowded room. It looks like a bar. There are people eating and drinking, some in uniform, others not. Some are clearly aliens.

You've managed to land in Ten Forward a long bar with barstools and a bartender, tables sprinkled throughout, and the far wall is nothing but windows out to space. It looks like a nice lounge, low conversation making the room hum.

Better ask some questions and find out where you are, or just tap the closest person on the shoulder and try to make friends. The bar is open.

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Lilly Truscott | Hannah Montana

[skatergirl]

[opt 1]
Lilly had wandered around long enough to decide that this wasn't the set of the movie she was meant to be visiting Miley on. Even the effects were never going to be that good with the aliens and a spaceship. She looked a little forlornly at her phone. Of course there was no signal.

No Miley. No Ollie. She'd even take seeing Jackson then. She stuffed her phone back into her purse and looked around where she was.

"OMG DOLPHINS!" She squeals and goes running over to the tank to see the dolphins who were probably able to hear her squeal a little too well. It wasn't even a new sight to her, she saw wild dolphins when she was at Miley's, when she was surfing or just on the beach.

Re: Lilly Truscott | Hannah Montana

[primeverdeen]

Prim had been sitting on the floor, watching the dolphins. She pulled her feet out of the way quickly before the other girl could trip over her. She had gotten up the courage to use the replicator for some new clothes, so was in a fresh blouse, the tail of it sticking out from the back of her new black skirt. She had braided her hair into a coil on the top of her head, to keep it out of her way.

OMG? She wondered what that weird word meant. She had never heard it before.....

Scott Summers | Marvel's All New X-Men | Option 1

[evolutionaryman]

There was a moment when he was grinning, having just rescued his friends and former teammates from dying in space, and bringing them to stop the bad guys. It was a nice feeling, despite how much he had been enjoying being a space pirate with his dad.

But this moment, right here? This was weird. This was not that moment of glory. This was a moment of what-the-ever-living-heck? And of course it was, because this was his life.

As Scott looked around, he wondered just when his life had gotten so odd. "Oh for crying out loud! A dolphin lab? Seriously? Who abducted me this time?"

Don't mind the strangely dressed young man. Dressed in his blue, black, and white X-uniform, with his combat visor on his face, he was staring around the room. He was just a little exasperated as he stared around the room, trying to figure out just what happened to him this time.

Re: Scott Summers | Marvel's All New X-Men | Option 1

[agathaheterodyne]

Agatha had been following the scent of SCIENCE, and found this place. She was still testing the boundaries, seeing where she was and was not allowed to go, and what tech she would be allowed to play with.

She blinked when she heard the outburst, and thankfully for him she hadn't yet slid into the madness place. She headed over, small dingbot on her shoulder.

"Need some help?" she offered. She took in the odd clothes, and the odd apparatus on his face.

... Finally, someone who looked like they were from home!

But Madboy or experiment? That was the question. Asking who abducted this time him could make him either, really.

danny valdessecchi • blind dating • ten forward

[fuckingblind]

[danny was on his way back home from his weekly appointment with dr. evans. his cane was folded away and tucked in his back jeans pocket, and he was using his hand to guide along the buildings as he headed home. his ma was cooking for the whole family, and even jay was stopping by, so he was eager to get back.

He was coming up on the little market, planning on grabbing a granny smith apple as he went by, when there was a shift---and everything seemed to change suddenly. there wasn't brick under his fingers, in fact there wasn't anything but air, and he came to an abrupt stop. he couldn't smell the crates of fresh fruit that usually stood outside the store. he couldn't hear the bustling sounds coming from the street.

Wherever this was, it sounded like there were people, like a crowded night at peitro's. was it some kind of prank? was larry breaking his balls over the blood oath thing? god, he was such a pussy sometimes.

He gave a nervous chuckle, and felt around his immediate area, managing to bump into the corner of a table.]

Right. Okay, Larry, this---this is a good one. [he couldn't smell his usual cologne close by though. he was starting to get a little annoyed now.]

Seriously. That's enough.

[okay. maybe this wasn't a practical joke of some kind. he raised his voice a little, hoping to catch anyone's attention.]

Excuse me, does anyone want to tell me where the hell I am?

[fighting4afuture]

He doesn't really need to raise his voice for the boy closest to him, since Trunks' hearing is better than a normal human's, thanks to being part Saiyan. But it doesn't hurt, either, in the general din of the room.

Trunks watched him--noting certain tells. He didn't think the man could see.

"You're on a starship, the Enterprise."

He didn't know if the man would be insulted--he hopes not, and also hopes that he's not being presumptuous--and he continues casually.

"I'm on your left, by the way. About four feet in front of you," he offers.

Lois Lane ☎ Smallville ☎ Option 2

[mystoryidontshare]

They'd done what they could for the farm and she was just coming in when things seemed to change. The last time things changed on her had been with the ring... A very special ring that she no longer had. One that she wanted nothing to do with ever again. So when she's suddenly in a bar that holds aliens and humans alike, she stops and stares. It's not really something that can be avoided. Not when there were uniforms everywhere and people or things about that she knew nothing of. Even if she's sure this looked rather familiar but that was impossible.

"Smallville, what did you get me into this time?," she whispers to herself. When in doubt blame everything on Clark Kent.

[stark_spangled]

It's not a bad creed. Even Steve Rogers has to admit that sometimes trouble has a way of following at his heels. Just don't tell Bucky he said so.

"Ma'am?" he calls, standing up and moving away from his table. Trouble or not, he's never been able to turn away when he sees someone in need, and that look on Lois' face? He's willing to bet this is her first time here. "Do you need some help?"

Dominic Cobb ✦ Inception ✦ Option 1

[extract_themind]

His children were with their grandmother and grandfather leaving him time to himself. Time to take care of a few things and see what was out there, even if he swore he wasn't on the job anymore. Just because he wasn't didn't mean he couldn't look. Being an extractor was what he was and what he did. Though he figured that he could dabble a bit as an architect again if it came down to it. Something that was less dangerous than being an extractor.

When he moves to head out of the house, to head out and get some fresh air he has to stop. None of the people look familiar to him and he's pretty sure that he isn't dreaming. Especially when he sees the dolphins in the tank. Dolphins that seem like they're having the time of their life and couldn't be happier. It doesn't, however, stop him from kneeling down away from the bustling people and spinning the top. Watching to see whether it topples or not.

[bigdreamer]

Eames spots Cobb crouching over the spinning top and comes over to join him. His arms are folded, and hidden from view, he's flipping a poker chip between his fingers. He's uneasy, he doesn't remember how he got there, and that usually means he's in a dream.

"Cobb, someone is messing with us. I don't like dolphins."

Dr. Archie Hopper aka Jiminy Cricket | Once Upon a Time

[contocricket]

[OPTION 2]

It had been a long, hard week in Storybrooke. With the possibility of things ramping up again (hopefully not another Dark Curse or worse), everyone had decided that the person they needed to talk to for answers wasn't the sheriff, wasn't the mayor (who was currently AWOL anyway), wasn't the Charmings, but was the town psychiatrist/conscience. And many of them were not satisfied with a "I don't know, but panicking isn't the answer."

He'd tried getting in touch with the Charmings to give him something to work with, but the royals had been evasive and wouldn't look him in the eye. Something bad was brewing in Storybrooke for sure.

He closed his eyes as he took a sip of whiskey. At least he was finally home and he had a few hours before people would start knocking on his door or calling his cellphone. Stars bless Sunday mornings in Storybrooke.

He set his drink down, initially missing the side table he kept by the chair. Huh. Apparently he'd pushed his chair back quite a bit when he'd dropped down into it. He'd have to get up and fix that. Those his chair didn't seem quite as comfortable as he knew it to be. Probably because he was so tired.

Pongo gave a whine, pressing close to his legs.

"I'm okay, boy. Give me a second while I--"

He cut himself off as he opened his eyes and looked at where he was. He wasn't home at all. He was at a table in some sort of futuristic bar by one of the large windows. He slowly turned his head towards the window to look out to see empty blackness periodically pierced by distant stars.

The Dalmatian gave another whine as Archie absently reached down to scratch the dog's ears.

"I don't think we're in Storybrooke anymore, Pongo."

[goldencobra]

By the large window was a small boy. Well, almost a man now. He'd grown a lot since his first arrival on this ship. He was spending part of his time simply looking out at the stars and the other part thumbing through notes and books before him. Henry didn't like PADDs.

But the name 'Pongo' caught his ear and he turned. Smiling, he packed up his belongings and thrust them into his backpack, moving to sit down next to the psychiatrist and ex-cricket.

"Hey Doctor Hopper. You're right to think we're not in Storybrooke." He offered his hand to Pongo as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

David Gold | Star Trek: Corps of Engineers | Option 2

[oldstarfleet]

The ship is, in one word, a behemoth. Or at least in David's unbiased opinion it is considering he's only seen one room on the entire ship, but this one room also has enough people in it to make the duty shifts on board the da Vinci look tiny. Any ship that can hold that many people is in fact, a behemoth, at least in his unbiased opinion when compared to his Saber-class ship. This ship is also from a time several years ago, at least judging by the uniforms of the crew, different from his shirt and jacket combination favored recently.

It's those little details that don't set him quite at ease yet, after all it all means either time travel (though how that's possible on a short trip to Galvan VI is beyond him) or an elaborate hoax to get to him. Neither of which were exactly pleasant thoughts, but no one is being outright hostile at the moment which is why he ordered a bowl of matzah ball soup (if he's going to be stuck figuring out a mystery without any of the Corps of Engineers or his crew around him he needs some sort of fortification), which he's holding in one hand as he taps his combadge with the other as he makes his way towards a table. "Gold to da Vinci, are you there?"

It's only with years of practice in the command chair that he keeps any worry out of his voice.

[aehallh]

"I fear you're unlikely to reach your ship from here."

The woman's voice from the table near him is calm and a bit dry in a resigned sort of way, a tone that says this isn't the first time she's seen people simply appear out of thin air in the middle of the lounge. When David looks, he'll see a tall, slim woman sitting there with a PADD and a glass mug of something that looks like tea. She could be Vulcan, easily, with the upswept brows, pointed ears, and that tint to her skin that hints at copper-based blood — except that there's something all wrong about her body language in a way he may not even be able to immediately identify. There's a controlled, confident look about her, but it's not the carefully ingrained emotional suppression of a Vulcan.

Not that he wouldn't be forgiven for mistaking her for one. Why would there be a Romulan on board a Starfleet vessel, anyway?

Jett Link | Cyborg 009 | Ten Forward

[badassbird]

Now this is more like it. The ship was massive and Jett was fairly sure she'd gotten lost at least five times and that was without having anywhere specific to go, but getting lost had gotten her here and this looked at least somewhat familiar in the sense it was clearly a bar. After the day she was suddenly having, it seemed like a gift.

There were a lot of uniforms in the room, ones that looked like they belonged to actual military, and it made her feel like her bright red one with it's gold buttons and equally gold scarf stood out like a sore thumb. That was fine, let them notice, she didn't have anything to hide except maybe a vague nervousness that lingered from not being where she was supposed to be. But that little secret wasn't in her posture.

Jett crossed the room with her head held high with the complete confidence of someone who knows there might or might not be eyes on her as she moved and was unmoved by that fact. She didn't know this place, but that wasn't going to stop her from navigating it like she owned it. It was her only defense. Jett sat at the bar, floor-length scarf swept out over the back of the stool as she leaned forward to rest her elbow on the counter. She faltered only once: when the bartender asked her for her order and she realized she had no idea what was even on the menu. She gave a vague description of something that seemed to match some drink as the barkeep nodded and went about their way, leaving the lost cyborg to let her eyes drift to the windows framing an impossible number of stars. It was really something...but it just made her realize quite how lost she was. She sighed.

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Sam spends a decent amount of time in the bar, these days. When he's not working a shift in the med bay or in the counseling department, training, or hanging out with Steve or Natasha, there's really not a lot else to do.

Plus, he usually meets the most interesting people there. He'd always liked people watching back home - turns out that went double when the people here were from all different worlds.

He doesn't bat an eye when a woman in a bright red and gold uniform sits nearby. By now, he's seen - and worn - some really strange outfits, so he won't be one to judge.

It's that sigh that catches his attention. He glances over at her from his own seat at the bar.

"Rough day?"

Hiro Hamada | Big Hero 6 | Opt! 1

[megabot]

There was something a little disconcerting about being surrounded by large pools of water, these days. Being a city boy, Hiro'd never really had to learn to swim, for one.

Memories of jettisoning off the edge of a pier into the cold, dark depths of the bay, unable to free himself from his seat belt as the pressure made his eardrums throb and vision go black that the edges? That-

That was probably a pretty good reason, too.

For the fifth time in as many minutes Hiro ends up stumbling out of the way of some busy lab official with absolutely zero time for the random kid that had appeared out of absolutely nowhere, running a hand through his hair in agitation. Maybe if someone would actually stop for two seconds, things would start to make a little more sense.

He makes a face at a nearby tank, and it's occupant (a large, almost violently blue octopus) crushes itself up against the glass in retaliation. And really, that's about the last straw.

"Oh, great. That's great. I'm getting sass from an octopus."

Unbelievable.

[akito]

Akito doesn't remember being to an aquarium before, or if he even feels comfortable around so much water, but he's never going to learn more about himself if he doesn't try 'new' things. So, with a quick decision he hurries into the maze of aquariums, pressing his face up against the glass and staring at all the creatures with wide, curious eyes.

It's the sharks that really catch his attention - at least until he notices he isn't the only one exploring. A small giggle escapes him as he eyes the octopus. It clearly was trying to tell the stranger something and, regardless of what it was, it most certainly is entertaining.

"Cephalopods are supposed to be pretty smart."

William Riker | Star Trek TNG

[rikered]

[Option 001]
Things have been a little hectic on the Enterprise since Q started unceremoniously dumping people on board the ship. Riker rarely has time to enjoy some of the relaxation available on the ship. Standing at the pool, Riker leans his arms on the tank and draws a sigh of relief. The dolphins' lives are uncomplicated, and they are easy to watch.

He would voice that it must be nice to be a dolphin, but he's pretty sure Q would take this an excuse to turn him into one.


[Option 002]
Riker is off duty, and is enjoying a quite drink in his customary seat. He's watching a few of the new arrivals with some curiosity (and wry amusement) as they find their footing onboard the ship.

Let's see what happens! [option 2]

[pronounsarehard]

Ezri slid into the free next to Will, a cup of ginger tea in her hands. It was either that, vomit all over the nice floors of Ten Forward, or bother Julian again in sickbay. Maybe one of these day's she'd forgive herself, get over it and not want to get space sick all over Captain Picard's floors. But today was not that day.

"You have no idea who I am do you?" Ezri smiled at the Enterprise's first officer. "That's alright.I'm not really sure who I am anyway. Ezri." The Trill offered a hand.

Eames | Inception | Option 2

[bigdreamer]

Eames trips to the bar are nothing if not colourful. In Mumbai, his cocktail is rudely interrupted by a spray of gunfire, as a few mafia thugs come looking for the vial of one of Usuf's concoctions that he is carrying. "Hello there ladies," he says as he dives into a group to disguise his exit. He slings an arm around a girl's shoulder, and gets slapped for his troubles.

It must be one hell of a slap, because when Eames opens his eyes, he's in a completely different bar, surrounded by people who wouldn't be out of place in sci fi convention. He reaches into his pocket for his gun and poker chip as he looks around himself. If someone's put him under, they've really sucked at coming up with a creative scenario that he can believe.

"Down the rabbit hole once me," he says to himself as he rubs at his cheek.

[still_looking]

"So, here's a trick question," Ariadne says, dropping herself onto a bar stool near Eames and giving him a wry, suspicious look, "are you real? Or are you a projection?

Or," she adds, rubbing at the back of her neck under her hair, "I suppose you could be a forger pretending to be Eames, except that's getting way too complicated."

Particularly as the bishop in her jacket pocket has its correct weight.

Reginald Barclay | Star Trek (Voyager flavor)

[barccoli]

[Option 1]

There are just some things that are comfortable and normal, even on a ship that's as good as home. Normally for Reg that would be the holodeck, but for one he's actually working to avoid that crutch (because it is one and admitting it is half the battle right?) and two, well if anyone here caught him doing there and realized he was older, he's not so sure he could handle the disappointment. Engineering is out as a hiding place, as is Ten Forward because of his tendency to talk and until he's got a handle on everything (and a firm reminder in place that there is a regulation for this type of thing) he's just going off to a place he's pretty certain he won't make too big of a mess.

Which is how he ends up near the tank, hands in the air as he talks and paces near it to his aquatic audience.

"It just doesn't make any sense! Why here? Why me?"

[Option 2]

It's really only because he wants something to drink that he wanders to Ten Forward. It's not because he wants to make sure this is all real and not him having a breakdown while working on things, he's pretty well convinced it's not (and if it is then he's probably better off thinking it's not for now). So he gets a glass of warm milk, hoping it will calm his nerves some, and starts to head towards a table when he turns his head sharply, thinking he heard his name called, only to walk right into someone, and accidentally spilling his milk on them.

Which makes him turn back to in front of him and stammer. "I'm so, so sorry."

2??? :D

[usescontractions]

"Please, do not worry. It isn't as if I am particularly partial to this outfit."

Lal offers him a smile, placing what she assumes would be a comforting hand on his forearm instead of moving to shake the milk from her dress.

"It is you, Mr. Barclay. But not the same you. You seem older." She stops, realizing that might be interpreted badly. "I am sorry, I meant that you seem as if you have been displaced by Q. It was not a comment on your appearance."

Arthur | Inception | Option 001

[leadthem_on_a_merrychase]

It's sloppy. The lines don't add up. Someone didn't get their facts straight.

An aquarium on a spaceship.


There is a man in the doorway, tall, slim, serious. One hand in the pocket of a pair of pressed slacks, the other braced against the doorjamb. He's looking around the room, taking his time to memorize everything he sees. There's something in his pocket he keeps fiddling with.

When he moves, it's with practiced nonchalance. His favored pair of John Varvatos spectator boots leave a satisfying thunk with each step he takes. But it's not until he stops at one table, sharp eyes drifting to the surface as he draws his hand out of his pocket, that things feel solid.

He casts out a red die, unsettled when it lands on three.

Just as it's meant to.

He sweeps it back into his palm and moves to the tank, watching one of the more curious dolphins while his mind works out the possibilities.

Sorry, I didn't realise you had posted!

[bigdreamer]

Eames is the corner of the room, watching the people come and go as he tries to get a handle on the surreal situation. His lips quirk up in amusement as Arthur enters and takes almost the exact same route he had an hour earlier. He pushes off the wall and walks towards him. His hand still hovers over his pocket where his poker chip is safely stored.

"Hello Arthur, have you actually developed an imagination or do you suppose alien abduction is real."

Agent Steve Rogers | AU | MCU

[always_a_gerbil]

((ooc: Still setting up the journal. Basically the serum didn't work the way everyone expected, leaving Steve the same size and just as stubborn. He trained with Carter to be an agent and was the strategist behind the Howling Commandos))

Option 2

Steve was used to ending up in weird places, but he usually remembers how he got there. One minute he'd been heading to a meeting, the next he'd ended up in a bar. Trying to seem casual as he looked around, trying to get an idea of what had happened. His thoughts were clear, alert, so he hadn't been drugged and most people who would be interested in him would be smart enough to restrain him if he had been kidnapped.

And kidnappers didn't usually drop their victims in bars to fend for themselves.

After adjusting the sleeves of his ill-fitting suit jacket, he drifted among the tables, trying to be as unmemorable as possible. Listening in on some of the conversations, he began to wonder if someone had slipped him something since most of what he heard sounded like it was out of a pulp novel.

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Sam comes to the bar half to people watch, so when he spots someone moving around the tables without ever really stopping at any of them, his attention is caught.

At first he doesn't think too much of it, except to wonder if maybe he's looking for someone - or he's new here - but then Sam gets a better look at him. Or, more accurately, at his face, and then Sam's up off his stool and heading over almost before he realizes what he's doing.

"Steve?"

Ellie | Last of Us | (Warning for Language)

[endingupalone]

OO1

"Whoa."

Only a moment ago Ellie had be fighting for her life and now she was standing before a sphere of water with something swimming inside of it. Ellie hadn't ever seen a dolphin before and so the moment she heard the strange splashing she went to investigate. This place wasn't like her home but she still kept her backpack slung across her shoulder and a blade at her side. Her gun was packed in her backpack after being convinced that she wouldn't need it but she still didn't want to let it off her person.

Her palms pressed against the cold glass as she watched the dolphins dance through the crystal blue water. She was giddy watching them with a wide smile as they swam by.

"Shit! What are these things?"

OO2

Ellie had been standing with Joel about to end their long journey when she felt the world around her plunge into darkness. For a moment she thought that she might have turned, that the infection had finally taken her but of course she couldn't be so lucky. She shook her head looking at the unfamiliar scene around her. The sight of people made her panic and back against the wall with her gun out, ready to be fired.

"Fuck!" The word was whispered from her lips as her eyes trained on those around her.

She already knew there were to many people here to get out alive but she had always been a fighter. She didn't notice the stars outside the window or the state of dress of those around her. It was fight or flight for the young girl and she already had felt on edge.

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[myks]

Myka was looking at the dolphins when Ellie suddenly appeared, speaking just as Myka took a sip of coffee. She choked a bit, coughing at the girls language. She didn't look that old, and it was so unexpected.

"They're a mammal called dolphins."

Clark Kent | DC Comics | Option one

[growingupsuper]

Clark was worried when he found himself in another place, in some kind of space ship! But it was so cool! And while he had no idea where he was or what was going on, he couldn't keep himself form exploring.

And so people would see a small costumed kid, about yea high, flying through the ship, looking around.

And then he found the dolphins! A moment later, he was at the glass staring at them, grinning like an idiot. And asking whoever was closest an important question.

"Do they like to be swum with?"

Artemis Fowl II | Artemis Fowl Book Series

[eternallyhazel]

[ Option 002 ]

The last few minutes had been so hectic for Artemis Fowl. In fact the last few days or even years could be said to be never ending, never ceasing, never boring. He had even realised his eyes were closed until he opened them. But what he saw, was not what he expected to see.

He was in a bar.

Looking around with his mismatched eyes, he took in every detail he could. The round tables, the double doors, the long large window looking out into the stars. Where on Earth was he? Or was he even on Earth?

His mind finally caught up with him and he did a self check as Butler had always told him. Everything checked out and he finally moved from the spot where he had been standing. Trying, and failing, to look inconspicuous, he moved around the room inspecting everything he could and learning what he could without actually talking to someone. This was new territory. He had to tread carefully. Especially as he was alone.

Re: Artemis Fowl II | Artemis Fowl Book Series

[kaylinneya]

Kaylin was still getting used to the concept of free and readily available food. She still wanted money, mainly for gambling purposes, but having a place of her own, having food when she wanted it, and not having to wear a ****** dress all greatly improved her mood. Being able to wake up naturally also helped.

So Kaylin was in a good mood. Something people who knew her rarely saw when she was at work. Her hair was pulled back sloppily with a hair stick, but that was just typical.

She wore her beat outfit, even though she could make her own clothes if she needed to, now. It was so odd, not needing money. Still, she was a Hawk at heart, so she continued to wear he Hawk over her heart. So she was in leather pants, though she did remove the padding, so they were a bit loose around the legs. She wore a linen shirt under leather armor which was under a chain-mail shirt, which itself was under a tabard with a flying hawk picked out in small gold beads.

She also wore a dagger on either hip, where she tended to rest her palms, a very expensive looking antique old gold bracelet encrusted with gems, heavy combat boots, a tattoo of a flower on one cheek, a familiar that looked like a dragon wrapped around her shoulders like a living shawl... and - for once - a smile.

She stopped, her steps faltering when she saw the kid. Saw the furtive way he was clearly trying to avoid attention. If an adult was acting that way, she'd be finding out how she was to go about making an arrest here. But a kid?

Protectiveness swept over her. Yes, it was likely he had swiped something, but she remembered being 13 and being on the streets, she remembered when Severn was 15 and they were on the streets. She didn't want to remember these things but... they were why she wouldn't blame him for a theft the way she would an adult. He was almost an adult himself, but not yet.

And she meant to see to it that he got to be.

She rested her palms on the cool metal pommels of her hilts, and strode over to him. "Need some help?" she asked in a firm and authoritative voice.

Agent Elizabeth Keen | The Blacklist | Option 002

[my_guardian_devil]

((Note: Elizabeth is current with canon up to "T. Earl King VI" s2e14. Apologies for any inconvenience, I'm gonna barrel through the next 4 episodes soon. x))


She's still in her gown from the King's auction, FBI jacket wrapped loosely over her bare arms. Her hair and makeup are both frayed after the night's events, much like her nerves. They did good work tonight, put dozens of wanted criminals behind bars and saved lives, and yet she still can't get over what Reddington said to her in the SUV.

A little gratitude would have been nice, after everything.

She's getting out of the car when her heels hit loose gravel, and then they're clacking on a hard surface. Her spine straightens on instinct.

The room is spartan and modern, lights low, the hum of conversation coming from every direction. She feels a shift in pressure, like she's on an airplane instead of solid ground, and if the quiet purr of an engine isn't just in her head then that's exactly where she is. She looks around the room, not going for her gun just yet, but once her eyes come across the windows she's more than tempted to reach for it.

"Where the hell am I?" she says out loud, everything about her simultaneously going tense.

[suspense_kills_me]

Red hadn't been on board for very long himself. But, because he was rather adaptable, by the time Lizzie appeared, he seemed quite at home. Sure, he hadn't really gotten accustomed to everything yet, but he was well on his way.

The first thing he noticed was the gown, the same gown she'd worn when she told him she cared about him. She wasn't from a different point in time than him. and he wondered if that meant something.

"Space. Believe it or not."

The truth was he was grateful, but admitting it would mean she would know he was indebted to her and to be honest, he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to repay her for everything. Even if she didn't know he owed it.

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler | X-Men Movieverse (AU) | Option 1

[quiteafew]

Kurt's eyes flew open when the hum of jet engines abruptly cut out, wondering for a heart-stopping moment if they were being attacked again. But there's no screaming, no shriek of metal, and this is most definitely not the plane he'd been in a few moments before.

For starters, even modified fighter jets (he assumes that's what the Blackbird was; Kurt knows old land vehicles, not planes) generally don't have room for what looks like a dolphin tank. For another, even the ones who called themselves his fellow mutants don't look at him with the amount of nonchalance that the other people in the immediate area are. It reminds him of the circus, or would if not for everything else being so alien.

Tightening his grasp around the metal rosary in his hand, Kurt begins to gravitate toward the dolphin tank. It's out of the way compared to where he had been, and familiar enough in that those creatures haven't seemed to change. And they're calming, which he suspects he may need soon.

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko likes the aquatics lab, even if maaaaaaybe she isn't supposed to be in it but in her defense nobody said squat about not being able to swim with the dolphins and she's not clairvoyant; but hey, what the crew doesn't comment on won't incriminate her or alert the rather annoyingly irritable captain of this boat. She's absorbed in watching the marine tricks, the splashing and chirping between the animals as they play, and doesn't notice the other mutant in the room until his reflection, blurry and distorted, colors the glass beside her.

That blue is hard to miss and even harder to resist, and the clicking of rosary beads cements it, a smile already touching her face as she turns. "Kurt!"

And that...that is not her Kurt. The fingers, the tail, the color, yes; but he's conspicuously missing the fur. And the solidness of his yellow eyes. And the sheer size of the man's presence in any given room, because her Nightcrawler had never seemed shy, not like this where any of her age group could see it. "...Who are you?"

Son Gohan | Dragonball Z

[masenko]

[opt 1]

"I have a question."

He'd repeated it a few times now, successively more audible, but now hunger was putting some force behind it.

"I don't want to disrupt anyone's work but I'm starving and fresh fish is one of my favorites. It's kind of a genius way to solve the problem of fresh food on a spacecraft."

He'd thought about this extensively. Their space food was good, but heavily preserved.

"I don't know much about salt water fish, but the bottle-nosed ones would probably be enough... For a while..."

[asklepian]

The dolphins begin whistling and clicking--as if they're gossiping. As crewmembers, they're aware of the ongoing situation--all the strange new arrivals--but no one had ever floated (pardoning the pun) the idea of eating them before. That's what replicators were for!

Julian isn't normally in the aquatics lab--he's not one of the researchers assigned to it. But they can provide insight on more than just navigation, so here he was.

"That's...erm. These are members of our crew. Navigational specialists," Julian explains.

Which means eating them is not even close to being on the table. Sorry, Gohan.

"If you're hungry, there's replicators in Ten Forward."

Margaret Houlihan | M*A*S*H | Door 2

[attilathenurse]

This calls for a drink.

A large drink.

One moment, finishing supervising work on an operating room in a mobile hospital that sometimes earns neither of its names, and the next, a bar she's never seen before. Now, there are people who would suggest that Margaret Houlihan wouldn't know what to do if she found herself in a bar, but they'd be mistaken.

They haven't seen her in Tokyo, and they definitely didn't know her in the days before too much responsibility and too few joys made the lines around her mouth harder and the tone of her voice sharper. But because she does know what to do in a bar, and even if she's not dressed in her Class As, she's still a lady, she slips onto a barstool, crosses her legs, and smiles.

She may have no idea what just happened, and she may be so far from anything she can understand that she's not entirely sure Hawkeye and BJ haven't slipped something into her drink at some point, but she's still a United States Army Major, and she's not about to let any of that show.

"Scotch old-fashioned, and hold the garbage."

Re: Margaret Houlihan | M*A*S*H | Door 2

[attilathesub]

The older woman sitting nearby - a volume of Asimov tucked into her palm, because she's in an ironic mood today - hears Margaret's order and raises an appreciative eyebrow. "I'll give this place credit - I've been drinking here for a pretty long while and they've never given me garbage."

Amy Santiago || Brooklyn Nine-Nine || Option 1

[makesbettermouth]

Amy has been determinedly staring at the dolphins before her for the past few minutes. If she does this she figures she'll be fine. Because this is totally not the Enterprise and she's totally not losing it from the stress of trying to follow up on Rosa's Giggle Pig lead! Trust her! she's fine! Just ask her!

[reincarnshaman]

"They're wondering if you've ever seen a dolphin before," Trever says with his usual cheerful County Cork accent as he leans up next to her. On his shoulder a black cat flicks her tail irritably, clearly not pleased to be so close to the water, but is doing the whole "I am suffering because of you. Aren't a martyr?" look that cats are so fond of.

"Apparently," he continues, "They say, that's the look people give them when they've never seen dolphins before. However, I think it's more they feel that any sort of stupefying disbelief has to be because no one has seen anything so magnificent as them as opposed to anything else."

Breakdown | Transformers Prime | option 2

[cunningcon]

Ah, Ten Forward, welcome a giant robot who isn't actually a giant robot right now. Who has found himself not so much giant anymore. He's smaller, bordering far too close to human sized than he would like to be and as such is sort of sulking in his alt mode. An armored truck. Subtlety is not really an option at the moment for him. Either way he's going to be very out of place.

There were too many humans or human looking things around for his liking.

[capsule_corp]

Tap someone on the shoulder... Yeah good advice. Bulma's interaction with a now pale and rather frightened looking ensign had started out cordially enough. Unfortunately, she hadn't liked what he'd had to tell her, and now, she's pounding one fist on the table between them, and shaking the other angrily.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'we're in space', I CAN SEE THAT!" She shrieks, halting her rage flailing to point out the huge windows. "I SAID I WANT TO KNOW WHY, AND WHAT YOU PEOPLE ARE GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?!" She has a family to get back to, after all, not that she's pulled that card yet.

[fighting4afuture]

Oh. Oh god.

Trunks knows that voice, and God help the poor man on the receiving end of it. He should. Probably do something about that.

"Um. Excuse me."

...does she know who he is? He can't really tell.

2

[supervisor194]

One of the things that the Aegis were most concerned with was that the Q was bringing higher powers into the universe; wild cards for all the temporal powers to deal with. Maybe it was to benefit the oncoming end, or maybe it was to create a sturdier defense wall against it. The guiding will of the Aegis had always been different from the trials of the Continuum, and the destructive malevolence of Counter Strike.

Gary Seven regarded Ten Forward cooly as he drank his coffee- a near replica of that of his favorite cafe in New York. He had created the replicator program himself, from memory, without the aid of special requests of the computer. Perhaps that was one of his most eerie aspects; he never needed to ask for help from the machine with anything save the location of a person or two.

A black cat remained settled in his lap, purring with her eyes heavy-lidded, her tail lazily twitching as she regarded others in Ten Forward with her. A "god", a "wizard", people of impressive abilities. They're unique labels were given to them from their points of origin. Gods usually didn't bode well for this universe, but as a "goddess" herself, Isis could appreciate the well meaning intentions of a man of such power and honor. In fact, the idea started to make her purr, rumbling underneath Gary Seven's hand with delight.

Mr. Seven paused mid-drink, then settled his standard issue Ten Forward cup on the bar. "You're considering flirting again, aren't you," he scolded (teasingly) out loud. "Before I know it you'll be trying to hop into his arms like you do with the Vulcan." He already had caught the temporally inclined creature rubbing herself against the blue box in the hanger lovingly, a look of bliss on her face. He could detect through their psychic link that she was fond, and he could feel a little something from it too. What it was, he didn't know. That was another good reason to look around.

With all the people on the ship, he knew there was only so much investigation and acting as a nuetral observer could do. But Guinan had been here all the way through this, for some time. He trusted her judgement. So he would sit patiently and bide his time to speak with her, quietly, hopefully in private. In the meantime, he would just watch.

Re: 2

[reincarnshaman]

There is now a second black cat near Mr. Seven. She appeared out of nowhere and is now cat-eyeballing the other cat. Her tail twitches rapidly back as if she's trying to decide what to do with intruder. Because clearly this is an intruder. She was here first. At least in her mind.

And as she is a cat, she is always right. Because she is a cat.

But before she can actually decided to do anything her human steps up to her with a sharp, "Veena! What'd I say about territory here?"

She - Veena - flicks her ears and after giving Trever a death glare promptly started grooming herself like she wasn't doing anything at all. Nope.

Trever sighs and gives other man a exasperated but amused look. "Cats, eh?"