Mod M ([personal profile] tenforward_m) wrote in [community profile] ten_fwd_ooc2014-03-28 02:56 am
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TEST DRIVE #1 - Ten Forward



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.]
lord_of_arms: (I wake in vain)

I'M SORRRY FOR TAKING SO LONG BABBU 8(

[personal profile] lord_of_arms 2014-05-05 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Are you sure?" Firion couldn't help but ask immediately.

The man didn't look fine. He was breathing heavy and seemed to be on the verge of shaking himself into a tizzy. He tilted his head, a few beads clinking together as he did so. He didn't want to pry, it wasn't his place. But he didn't like seeing others not looking well, even if they were strangers.

"Would you like some water?" He still had some in a skin, from his travels. He had been on his way home, after all, his memory still fuzzy from returning from the Conflict but not quite making it back home yet.
Edited 2014-05-05 05:20 (UTC)
daddy_kirk: (And if the planes goes down)

no worries uwu

[personal profile] daddy_kirk 2014-05-11 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
At the immediate follow up, George can't help the forced laughter or the way his breath heaves when he tries to push down the overwhelming sensation that's he's drowning. "No?" He replies in a voice that nearly doesn't sound like it belongs to him before leaning against the wall entirely. A hand comes up to cover his face as his chest heaves for air, blue eyes crammed shut.

It was all so real now, it was just hitting him—everything that happened. He can't help feeling as tall as an ant; he had never done well with being asked if he was okay.

But then that question hits his ears and, quickly, George wipes at his eyes as he nods. Something to drink would be especially good for him at the moment so yes, water would be fantastic.
lord_of_arms: (I dream of fire)

[personal profile] lord_of_arms 2014-05-17 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Firion is quick to retrieve the water skin, reaching over to take the man's hand and place it there, rising it up to his lips. "You'll feel better if you sip it. Do you require aid? My magic isn't as good as I would like it, but I can mend minor wounds if you need it."

He looked like ready to have a panic attack, though, honestly. Firion wasn't sure what to do about those, but perhaps it was caused by an injury? Maybe? He didn't know where this man was before so unless he was told, he would just do what he could.