ten_fwd_ooc | TEST DRIVE #3 - Alien Bazaar/Ten Forward

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 a Night Fury sat in the middle of Ten Forward. That's it. A dragon. He looks a little confused. All the people dressed strange and no Hiccup. Still he seems oddly calm about it all.

There is a Borg standing off to one side of Ten Forward. He's also confused and yet oddly calm about the lack of voices in his head. And the dragon looks interesting. So he slowly walks towards the creature.

At the sound of someone moving what could be his direction Toothless turns around, shuffling about on the spot. Head dipped low curiously looking up and waiting to see what the stranger would do.

With his vocal processor malfunctioning, Second didn't bother to speak. Quite simply, he copied the movements of the dragon instead. This was not a species the Borg had encountered before but he had no instructions of what to do. Surely he should continue to advance and assimilate but Second watched instead. For now.

Toothless edges a little closer. He's curious about the stranger. He gets a little closer then sits down, sat straight up and tries to look happy at him, which is a little odd and grimace like but he's trying to say hello.

A dragon. Henry had never seen one before and this one didn't seem to follow the standard fire breathing tactics that most stories include. Being the curious boy he was, Henry advanced slowly, treating the creature with caution and respect.

"Hi there. I'm Henry."

Yes, Toothless isn't the standard dragon. He's possibly the last of his kind and Henry reminds him of Hiccup. That's a good thing. He's going to circle around the human and then sniff at him.

Henry keeps still, letting the dragon sniff him as much as he wants. Toothless reminds the boy a little of Pongo considering he's acting much like a large dog would in this situation. But after a while, he's bored of standing still. He moves his hand out slowly, wanting to touch the dragon and hoping he doesn't get bitten or burnt.

That is gesture Toothless knows. He lowers his head and put his nose to the hand offered.

He won't get bitten or burnt, something worse may happen. He may get licked.

Grinning broadly as he feels the nose touch his hand, he presses lightly to the skin, feeling it and memorising it for his notes later. It's amazing.

"Wow." He breathes. "Thanks."

Toothless looks up and nudges the hand. A scratch behind the ears wouldn't be objected to. He'd not a demanding attention seeker at all.

Henry even giggles at that, gladly scratching the dragon behind his ears. The saddle intrigues him and he uses his other hand to stroke the leather and wonder what the metal piece down the side is used for. And perhaps Henry moves his hands further down to scratch under the dragon's chin too. Because he appears to be quite a softy.

Well now Henry's gone and done it. Toothless makes a happy chirruping noise and then rolls over onto his back. This is the big mean night fury that everyone on Berk was afraid of at one time.

There's a laugh from Henry as the dragon barely misses destroying a few tables.

"Like that, huh?" And he continues scratching in his chin and around the area. What a pushover. And he thought dragons were meant to be scary.

Shotaro could probably be forgiven the spittake with his coffee when he lays his eyes on Q's newest surprise for them.

Is hat a dragon? He's pretty sure that's a dragon.

His brain rolled through everything movies and comic books had ever told him about dragons as if any of it would be useful. He took a few hesitant steps toward it, because he really wasn't interested in getting set on fire today. Or ever.

"Hey there. Be good, okay? Don't spit fire on me."

Toothless gave him a look. It was one that was just 'really?'. He huffed a little and shuffled as he sat. Curling his tail around him.

If he was reading that look right, then this dragon had a hell of an attitude.

He came up within what would be a normal socializing distance for humans. "Does he have a collar?" he murmured to himself. He had a saddle and stuff, so he was owned by someone. It wasn't often he had the pet but the owner was missing. "What's your name, big guy?" He, of course, didn't expect it to respond.

Toothless sat up a little taller, looking down at the human curiously. Listening to him speak to himself or so it would seem.

The dragon suddenly opened his mouth, not wide but enough. He didn't show his teeth then. It was how he got his name from Hiccup after all.

If someone told him he'd be reacting to a dragon in a starship with calm, cool, curiosity, he wouldn't have believed them. But here he was. When he opened his mouth he almost jumped back, but the lack of teeth was curious. "Heck of a smile you've got there." Now that it was standing up taller he looked at more of the stuff it was wearing to see if there was a name stitched on it anywhere. No dice.

There are. no words.

With slow movements, Picard firmly places his face in his hands.

Well when Picard looks up again he's going to find Toothless very close and pulling a similar expression. He can do not impressed as well.

The captain startles.

"What do you want?" he asks, as if addressing a dog. No, this creature is far more expressive than a dog, and rather than begging for scraps it seems to be ... giving him attitude. Picard straightens, making a quick calculation based on the animal's size.

"And what are you? An Andorian lizard, perhaps?" he guesses.

That. That is a dragon. Right there. That. Kitt thought he had seen most everything there was to see on this ship. But that right there was a dragon.

TEST DRIVE #3 - Alien Bazaar/Ten Forward

Toothless | How to Train Your Dragon

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