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ten_fwd_ooc2014-06-22 06:24 pm
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TEST DRIVE #3 - Alien Bazaar/Ten Forward
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Option 001. Alien planet, marketplace: So you're new to this whole space travel thing. The ship is cool and all, but there are hundreds of alien worlds out there. You want to explore. To see what the universe REALLY looks like.
Well, here's your chance! Your first stop is this lovely indoor marketplace, which looks kind of like a mall. There are stalls one after the other as far as the eye can see, and they sell all kinds of things: food, clothes, trinkets, animals, fabrics, jewelry, perfumes, books, etc etc. Some things look human, easy to recognize; other things look very alien. There are two levels, and constant chatter as people hawk their wares and discuss prices.
Do you want to explore? Poke at the weird shops? Buy a gift for a new friend? Flirt with someone at the food court? Maybe you see a pickpocket, and must run to the aid of the victim. Maybe there's some other villainy afoot. After all, a crowded marketplace is a good place for villains to lurk, causing trouble. Whether you're a hero or just an unassuming traveler, there proves to be some adventure for you on this planet.
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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.
Option 001. Alien planet, marketplace: So you're new to this whole space travel thing. The ship is cool and all, but there are hundreds of alien worlds out there. You want to explore. To see what the universe REALLY looks like.
Well, here's your chance! Your first stop is this lovely indoor marketplace, which looks kind of like a mall. There are stalls one after the other as far as the eye can see, and they sell all kinds of things: food, clothes, trinkets, animals, fabrics, jewelry, perfumes, books, etc etc. Some things look human, easy to recognize; other things look very alien. There are two levels, and constant chatter as people hawk their wares and discuss prices.
Do you want to explore? Poke at the weird shops? Buy a gift for a new friend? Flirt with someone at the food court? Maybe you see a pickpocket, and must run to the aid of the victim. Maybe there's some other villainy afoot. After all, a crowded marketplace is a good place for villains to lurk, causing trouble. Whether you're a hero or just an unassuming traveler, there proves to be some adventure for you on this planet.
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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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"I've heard the same thing about the Federation," he murmurs, keeping his expression friendly and his shake firm. "To be totally frank, Captain Hunt, my Earth may be completely different from the one you, or anyone else here, knows. There's talk of parallel universes and alternate timelines."
He stands akimbo, and were it with anyone else the pose would strike a visage of authority. "I was pulled aboard about six weeks ago from D.C., while I was on my way to headquarters. No warning, no explanation. Just one minute underground, and the next out in space. When I got here they said it was the 24th century, and we're floating out in space somewhere near something called the 'Neutral Zone'. The best anyone can tell, this is the work of some omnipotent alien species bending time and space."
no subject
"Dylan," he corrects, quietly, his handshake firm, matching Captain Rogers', his smile small but warm.
His eyes turn upward, contemplating the room for a moment. "So," he continues, softly, "this is a timeline where this United Federation of Planets is in place of the Systems Commonwealth. Because if this were my timeline, by the 24th century, this would be a High Guard ship."
He lets out a long breath.
"That is not the best news I've had all day, Captain. Until a few moments ago, I was on board my ship in CY 10088." He does a moment's calculation.
"Which in Earth time is five thousand, one hundred and ... sixty-eight."
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Out here, there's no reason to stand on protocol. His rank is meaningless on this ship, as is the name "Captain America". Dylan seems like a decent guy, and even if Steve doesn't recognize any of the organizations he is talking about, there's an inborn camaraderie between servicemen.
"Tell me about it," he says. "Getting stuck in space wasn't exactly high priority for me. Assuming time is passing back home, my superior officers are not going to be happy with me. But at least I only have a couple hundred years to catch up on. I can't even get my head around 5168 as a year."
Or around the concept of Earth becoming some blip on the map of a larger commonwealth, when back where Steve just came from humans can't stop fighting over it long enough to push out into space. "Maybe you'd like to sit, sir."