TEST DRIVE #1 - Ten Forward

[tenforward_m]

You know how you were standing there, back in your home world, just minding your own business?

Time to forget all about that.

Instead of doing whatever the heck you were just doing, you're standing in the middle of this very stylish, sedate barroom. Happily, you're not alone there - in fact you're surrounded by people who seem to be as confused as you are...and some of them look a little, well unusual

Now would be a great time to do....well, something. Ask some questions of the person nearest you, throw a fit, stage a coup....maybe do a little exploring? No matter what you do, you're going to be here for a very long time.

For others might call it the USS Enterprise, but for the foreseeable future, you'll be calling it home.

[OOC: this test drive's open until the next app period.]

Comments

Re: a picture's worth a thousand words?

[trial_never_ends]

That face.

It brings such joy to what would be an omnipotent being's heart-area, or... well, never mind the anatomy. Picard just gets so entertainingly crinkly in despair, but only for a moment before the wheels start turning and he finds a solution.

Eventually.

Listen for it; you'll hear the wheels.

"Miss me, mon capitaine?" he asks, with a cheerful grin.

[tea_earlgrey_hot]

"Q, you must stop this madness!" he cries, 'crinkles' set in firm disapproval. "These are lives you are tampering with. Whole galaxies, not chess pieces to move about as you see fit."

[trial_never_ends]

"Madness?" he asks, as though he is offended that his actions might be labeled so, and by Picard of all people.

"Madness, Captain? No, not at all--that would imply I don't know what I'm doing, and I can assure you that I do. A game might look like madness if you don't know the rules: run over here, now stop, now go there, now do something with a ball. Your provincialism does not equate to my madness."

[tea_earlgrey_hot]

Provincialism?

"All right, then explain it to me," he says, hands on his hips. To argue would take far too much effort for little to no results. He knows what Q wants. He wants to be needed, admired; for Picard to claim defeat. "What are your rules?"

He is far from claiming any such thing, but as he is responsible for the lives on this ship, he will play along if it is necessary.