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.]

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[tased_lightning]

"Never know until we ask," Darcy says, clocking the officer. She looks nice enough, if tired.

Darcy tucks her hair behind her left ear, this time intentionally, as she approaches. "Excuse me, ma'am? I'm sorry -- my friend and I aren't really sure how we got here...?"

--

"So," Darcy says, once they've left the officer. "That was reassuring."

Her tone is dry.

"Think we should just get the medical stuff over with?"

[stark_spangled]

Reassuring isn't the word Steve would use, but at least now he knows who he's up against. That's half the battle, and does a whole lot for putting him at ease.

"I wouldn't mind taking a closer look around first," he says, in no hurry to visit this Dr. Crusher the officer mentioned. Steve once thought his days of constant doctors' visits would be behind him once the serum took effect, but you'd be surprised by how many people want to run blood tests and strap you to machines to see how you're working every time you start and finish an op -- and sometimes in-between. It's not his favorite past-time. "Unless you have any objections. Sounds like sickbay is going to be there waiting regardless."

[tased_lightning]

"No," Darcy draws the vowel out. "Not really? I'm just --"

She laughs, slightly, tucking her hands into her back pockets. "I kind of feel like I'm in a horror movie and, scare chord, this is going to turn out to be some fascist state that reeeeally doesn't like people like me."

Darcy shrugs, and tilts her head up at him. "Pretty sure you're the expert on sizing up unknown situations. What do you want to take a look at?"

[stark_spangled]

She has his full attention the moment her elongated vowel clues him in that something is wrong. Everything happened pretty fast, and for Steve that means quick thinking and quick action, meeting the situation head on. But he doesn't know anything about Ms. Lewis besides the fact that she works for an astrophysicist and appears to be a fan of Star Wars.

"Fascist state?" he says, arching his eyebrows. He scans the room. "If anything, from what we just learned I'd be more worried about marshal law. I'm not going to let anything happen to you, regardless."

He'd like to explore the ship a little, get a lay of the land, find this computer the officer talked about with directions and schematics, but he can learn just as much from observing a crowd. He gestures to one end of the room with his chin. "You want to take a table in the corner?"

[tased_lightning]

"Hardcore communist works too," Darcy says, heading that way. She pulls her hands out of her pockets to cross her arms over her body as she sits. "Jewish poli-sci major; I have biases. Governments with their thumb on everything aren't usually as utopian as they might seem.

"Especially not in sci-fi."

[stark_spangled]

"Yeah. I agree with you," he says, scanning the room again as he takes the seat opposite her. "I mean, I don't know as much sci-fi as you probably do. You have a unique perspective. I've just had a lot of recent experience with organizations that make me question how they're run."

He adds 'Jewish poli-sci major' to his list of things he knows about her. She's intelligent, cautious, opinionated -- Steve's interested in her opinion. "You recognized me. Earlier, that is. Were you recognizing Steve Rogers, affiliate of S.H.I.E.L.D., or Captain America?"

[tased_lightning]

"The second one," Darcy says. "My program had a year-long senior independent study project, it was supposed to help us get ready for grad school. I looked into how the United States perceived itself in international relations after the war. The formation of national identity has a lot of factors, but I narrowed my focus to post-war media, and you were everywhere. References, re-spliced versions of the initial propaganda, films about the Captain America persona." Her mouth quirks.

"Captain America's a useful identity for a country to have, no offense. No moral grays, no need to question whether McCarthyism is really worth it. Gotta protect that good old American Way."

[stark_spangled]

He doesn't answer right away, although he might be trying to communicate through blinking and jaw tics. It's not like he isn't aware of his own celebrity. It's inescapable, part of his public identity, and part of his obligation to his country. Everyone thinks they know who Captain America is. Some cheer for him in the streets, and some jeer from passing cars. It's just never settled in enough for him to expect it.

"Really?" His face heats as he thinks back on his brief film career. "You wrote a paper on me? An academic paper?"

[tased_lightning]

"Well, I guess it depends." Darcy rests an elbow on the table. "Are you Captain America, or do you just play him on camera?"

[stark_spangled]

He startles. Again, it's not the first time he's been asked that question, but it doesn't happen often. And really, it was a tad presumptuous answering her as if it was personal.

"Good point," he says, chuckling nervously. "I never really liked -- performing. The things I do, how I serve my country, those things I'm proud of. That's me. But kissing babies and selling bonds was just what I was told to do to serve my country."