One minute, Ten Forward is just Ten Forward. The same bar he's been coming to after his shift for nearly a month now. Calm, cheerful, half-full with crewmembers and civilians, Guinan in her usual spot at the bar.
The next it's standing room only: the room is filled with people, in a variety of styles of dress and - quickly - in a variety of levels of panic.
Bobby Prentice, sitting at his table in the corner, jumps visibly in his seat and looks wildly around at the unexpected crowd. What the - ?
He shoves his glass away from him - he's only had two; surely that's not enough to make him hallucinate - and casts around for a familiar face. Not that he knows anyone on board very well yet; the downside of being newly-assigned. But he can't see anyone he knows, only a multitude of strangers.
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The next it's standing room only: the room is filled with people, in a variety of styles of dress and - quickly - in a variety of levels of panic.
Bobby Prentice, sitting at his table in the corner, jumps visibly in his seat and looks wildly around at the unexpected crowd. What the - ?
He shoves his glass away from him - he's only had two; surely that's not enough to make him hallucinate - and casts around for a familiar face. Not that he knows anyone on board very well yet; the downside of being newly-assigned. But he can't see anyone he knows, only a multitude of strangers.
"Hellfire," he says to himself.