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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.
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.