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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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It's true, though. When it comes to negotiation, it's a hell of a lot easier to persuade people that you will back up the promises you make with the only Glorious Heritage Class heavy cruiser still operational. That's the thing about the charter signatories. Even aside from the benefits of the Mutual Defense Pact and all the other benefits they'll get when the charter is ratified, they also get the Andromeda Ascendant if they need her.
"We may as well," he says, smiling. "I'd like to hear more."
He gives her drink an apologetic look. "That was hot, wasn't it? Can I get you something to make up for making it go cold?"
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She points to the replicator in Ten Forward, then tilts her head at her lukewarm tea.
"Those things are called 'replicators' and they sort of produce food. Anything you want. None of it is real, it's all what they call 'synthetic'. And it's all free."
She shrugs.
"It all tastes real enough, but soon as I can, I think I'll be glad to have a real cup of tea."
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That's something to remember.
"Good then. I'd hate to have put you to any trouble."
His smile's grown warm, genuine, and he steps over to the table and holds out one hand towards one of the chairs, waiting for her to sit first.
"Let's sit down then, and you can tell me about saving the universe with a screwdriver and a box."
It doesn't sound serious, not at all.
But she had when she'd said it.
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Which, okay, is not something Rose is entirely used to. But, hey. She's not going to be one to reject such a gesture, so she obliges best as she can (without having the same sort of mannerism teaching proper ladies might) and settles into her seat.
She smiles.
"When you put it like that, it sounds daft, doesn't it? I used to think so too until I started travelin' around with the Doctor."
And it's hard, really, to put her adventures into words. She's never been one to carry a journal around, or even reflect on previous events in her life ... but sometimes she wishes she did. Her brain's a jumble of sights and sounds, feelings and emotions ... such is life with the Doctor, she supposes.
"He's got this blue box. It's a spaceship, and he explained to me once that it only looks like a police box because it got stuck that way. Some sort of malfunction with the ..." What did the Doctor call it? "... 'chameleon circuit'."
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"I'm not gonna be the one to say it."
To be honest, his sense of what sounds in her words, daft, is a little odd. Comes of spending the past year and a half traveling the Three Galaxies explaining that he's the last survivor of the civilization that fell three hundred years ago trying to rebuild it from the ruins. He's been laughed at, mocked, dismissed, called an anachronism, a relic, irrelevant and doomed to failure in a world that's no longer his.
She sounds sincere, and he's not going to judge her until he's heard her out. Not again.
Opposite Rose, Dylan slips into a seat, leaning forward with his forearms on the table and rolling his shoulders back.
(It's good to sit. It's been a hell of a day and ...
Well. He won't admit it to anyone, not even Trance, his medic, or Andromeda when she does the scans for his physicals, but he's not as young as he was. 303 years in a black hole notwithstanding.)
"So," he says, gentle amusement in his voice, "you and this friend of yours, you travel around in a spaceship that's disguised as a box." That much ... is unlike any sort of ship he knows. The closest he can think of is the FMS, but its purpose is to make a ship seem bigger than it is, not the other way around.
He lifts his eyebrows, a little impressed at the technology she's describing.
"That's a pretty impressive bit of circuitry, stuck or not."
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Because that's exactly what the Doctor and the TARDIS did.
"It's - she's called the TARDIS. A - um. 'Time And Relative Dimension In Space'," she says, reciting the acronym from memory. "And it's much, much bigger on the inside than it is on the outside. There are rooms I still haven't discovered yet. M'not even sure the Doctor knows what else the TARDIS might be hiding."
She pauses, another thought suddenly appearing.
"Did you want something to eat or drink, by the way?"