TEST DRIVE #3 - Alien Bazaar/Ten Forward

[tenforward_m]

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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.

Comments

[and_she_waited]

To his first remark, she answers with a flat look.

"Yeah, if you wouldn't mind getting on that," she scolds.

She can't stay mad at him, though. Not even this him, who she's sure is most definitely him now. She's a little disappointed he hasn't come to bring her home, but if he's so worried about multiple Doctors in one place, then that must mean it's possible, right? He could still be coming, couldn't he?

She leans against the wall and casually watches him, arms crossed.

"You really don't know who I am?" she asks. "And you didn't come with the TARDIS?"

[tragic_optimist]

"Sadly my dear, I do not. You are no one familiar to me, but I am quite familiar to you. So I would guess you know a future incarnation of myself, one that probably shares a few personality traits with myself. So what is it, then? I seem to be just as dramatic as this version-"

And now he starts trailing off, continuing to talk while he scans some more.

"-and I certainly hope that I keep my dress sense. I always have the oddest clothes, but I really like these ones. Do I wear something similar to this?"

A heavy shake of his head sends his curly auburn hair bouncing about.

"No, no, no, it's not good to know about your future, Doctor. You know this."

[and_she_waited]

Amy laughs. She's not intentionally mean about it, but hearing 'my dress sense' coming from the Doctor elicits some mockery.

"What harm is there in knowin' you run around in bow ties and braces and Donegal Tweed?" she says, as though she's breaking some bad news.

And it only gets worse.

"Oh, and the occasional fez. I keep hiding them, an' somehow you always find more," she muses.

[tragic_optimist]

There is a bit of a rolling of the eyes at the laughter. She reminds him of Lucie, right down the the laughter at the mention of his dress sense. But when she mentions what he wears, the disgust goes from mocking to an actual mild one.

"I suppose I could possibly make tweed and the bow tie work, but a fez? I prefer my hair out and about, thank you, and even if I did have head wear I would pick something more dignified than a fez."

More buzzing, and then an annoyed look from The Doctor.

"Well, this isn't telling me anything, except that this is some high quality fabric."

[and_she_waited]

Amy's face lights up. Not that this isn't weird, but it's good to be bantering with the Doctor again, especially when he's agreeing with her for once.

"That's what I said," she says, sounding vindicated. "Though, to be quite fair, you have better hair. How do you get it so bouncy?"

Is that jealousy? No, Pond. None of that.

She takes a step closer when he consults his screwdriver, peering at it to unravel its mysteries.

"Tryin' to work out where you are?" she guesses.