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

[queenofmay]

"Lady," is a prompt sort of correction, without any bite or scold to her tone.

Just one of those things she's held on to, even if all her world has let go of her, and she of it. She hadn't wanted to take any other title when Amy said Ambergeldar's Queen could give them. She couldn't say she'd never wanted more than she had, past or present, but she had never wanted to be of any more pomp and circumstance than she was born with.

But with something like a faintly apologetic and conceding half curve of her mouth she adds to fill out. "Marian."

"And I don't mind." She let her mouth keep curving toward a quiet, pleased smile, trying to lead her words back to the comfortable confidence that had led to the question. Picking her cup up and breathing in the steam as she spoke. "I hadn't actually known of tea before Milliways, and now I think it would be hard to imagine a day without some. It's nice to know there are some familiar things to be found in this new place."

[tea_earlgrey_hot]

He straightens immediately at the correction, looking quite apologetic. He had already begun to appear embarrassed, as he realized he'd lost himself in the conversation so much as to forget to introduce himself. It's a rather shameful position to find himself in.

"My apologies, again, Lady Marian," he says, tipping his head in respect. The name tickles some memory for him, but he can't quite place the reason for it just yet. It sets a faint line across his brow as he goes on. "I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard, and I hope you may find many more comforts during your stay aboard my ship."

It is said without any hubris, though perhaps a promise of safety and comfort goes hand-in-hand with a captain's pride.