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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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There is little of note about her, perhaps, except her beauty -- precise and almost chilly, blunted but not disguised by the large sunglasses she wears -- and figure, and yet there is something isolated about her: some quality that makes the crowd part around her rather than jostle into her space. She is keeping to herself, holding her few purchases in a large bag tucked against the side of her body, under one arm. Her hair is very black, her dress very red, her skin the pale porcelain of someone most used to the indoors, but with a faint burned flush of pink high on her cheekbones. It's there when she pushes the glasses up into her hair to study a bolt of cloth, a statuette, a bushel basket of strangely-shaped fruit more carefully. One might conclude, after watching her, that she is on some sort of holiday, in a warmer clime than she's accustomed.
She should, perhaps, stay out of the sun.
/sobs
There's a hand that lightly covers hers, strong and larger over her long and delicate fingers, his skin rough and calloused from years of abuse in the field. James Bond, ex-spy with one of the shortest careers in espionage while remaining alive, guides her hand over to the right, fingers always touching, almost dancing across the basket of fruit in various shades of pink, some deeper and more vivid than others.
He lets her hand stop, hovering over a deep, deep pink one, its flesh looking as though it wants to burst from the skin. Bond honestly has no idea what the fruit is, or whether he's chosen the right one.
But that hardly matters. It was really never about the fruit anyway.
Things could be a lot worse than they are, being trapped on a spaceship (though currently moored to this strange planet) with no real conclusions for a return trip back home. But what is home anyway? He could be floating anywhere in the cosmos and it would be perfectly fine with him, so long as the woman currently within kissing distance is by his side.
Speaking of which, he presses a kiss against her hair, a slow, almost lazy smile crossing his features.
"Hm. Hello."
Re: FEELINGS
Half-turning without moving away from the arm still tucked against hers or the inner curve is his shoulder and chest at her back, she aims a quirk of a smile up at him that veers on the edge of sparkling, but limits itself to only a single flash of white teeth before her lips press back together. "I had no idea green-grocer was one of your many talents."
It's not. He's bluffing -- again -- and she knows it. The tells are all there: the slight, warm pull of his lips, the overly certain tone of his advice, the joke in his blue eyes that strengthens her smile again before she can help it, that pools happily in her chest and warms her whole frame. "You really quite the renaissance man."
aughhhhh.
"I thought I told you that."
The teasing, the amusement - it's much easier to produce now without the walls built up to shield him. Spy. Servant to the Queen and his country. Not a man, not himself, but a weapon of agency to be used however England saw fit.
There are things about himself he's hidden away, things he'd forgotten about until now, until Vesper. She'd brought them back up. Stripped him bare of the cold armour he wore as a double-oh. He can't complain, especially when he's physically so far away from a reminder of his former career.
"This place is quite something, isn't it."
Re: aughhhhh.
It's her first thought, every morning, every evening, every time he looks up at her from across the dinner table, handsome craggy face creased into a fond smile. It hits solidly with each beat of her heart.
She.
Doesn't.
Deserve.
This.
She remembers vividly the first time they met, how she thought him a brute in expensive clothing, like a tiger leashed with a diamond chain; how his arrogance lined each word, negated her every attempt at advice or control. She'd hated his coolness, froze him out with her own.
And now?
Now, she wonders how she'd ever forgotten how to breathe easily. Remembers with astonishment what it's like to fill her lungs with air, to smile, to live.
And she doesn't deserve it. But she does want it.
And they're safe here. There's no possible way Mr. White could find her, no retribution MI6 could exact. She can lean back against his chest, safely. So she does. "It must be, to impress you," she teases. Bond's particular brand of bland disinterest had frustrated her, but James?
He's interested in everything. In learning more. In being the best.
And, that -- him -- she loves.