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

[stark_spangled]

He takes the time to think back and concentrate. Eventually, one quick shake of his head answers her question.

"I had just parked my bike in the south garage, and was walking to the entrance." He doesn't specify where. You never know who's listening, and Natasha will know what he means. "I don't remember losing time. I don't feel like I've been drugged. One minute I was there, and the next--"

He spreads his hands. "You?"

[fallaces_sunt]

"I went up to the roof to clear my head. Open the door, here I am."

This time, the twist of her lips is tight.

"If this is a joke, someone's going to find themselves in Antarctica very shortly."

[stark_spangled]

"I don't know what practical jokes are like where you come from, but to me this seems pretty elaborate," he says.

The roof. So their points of entry were different, which means they didn't step through some kind of portal or rift -- unless there were more than one. Asgard has been quiet lately, though. And like he said, no one here looks the part. Natasha would remember an assailant if there had been one. No matter how good they were, Natasha's better.

So that leaves them right back at square one. "Right. I see two doors, one to the right and one to the left. Looks like our options are to stay here, hope these people are friendly, or try our luck locating some sort of command center."

[fallaces_sunt]

Natasha thinks about it. It doesn't take long.

"Command centre. If no one here is looking out for confused new people, chances are they aren't in command."

[stark_spangled]

Steve nods, and without another word moves toward the door on the right. He flexes his hands, longing for the weight of his shield on his left arm.

"How long have you been here?" he asks, keeping his eyes on the room. So far nobody is trying to stop them, but they still have to get outside to -- whatever lies beyond those doors.

[fallaces_sunt]

"As far as I can tell, about twenty minutes."

You know.

As far as she can tell.

[stark_spangled]

He looks at her.

"Were other confused civilians here when you got here, or did they show up after?" he asks, looking for the door handle. The door opens with a computerized swish as soon as he's within a few feet.

That still takes some getting used to.

Outside, the corridor is -- different. Well-lit, which is a plus. Cut-out walls in a material he doesn't immediately place. He can't see too far in either direction, so it's a matter of blindly picking left or right. He listens for any hint of a hum, but the ship runs quiet compared to anything he's experienced. It's hard to say which way leads to the engine room, and from there where the helm could be.

[fallaces_sunt]

"Both."

She scans the corridor herself, then frowns.


"Keep an eye out for a terminal or a screen of some kind. All ships should have maps"

[stark_spangled]

"Right," he nods, deciding on left. His pace is quick and quiet, never too fast or too slow for Natasha to keep up.

Her answer doesn't help him narrow down possibilities for what's happening. There could be a chance they're connected to the other people they just left behind somehow, some sort of specific harvesting work that's just begun; or this could be part of some long-term mission, gathering people over a period of years for genetic testing and psychological experiments.

What? Steve has time to watch movies sometimes, and 1960s sci-fi is entertaining. "We should have a plan in case any of these people in uniform try to apprehend us. Assuming they don't have weapons, I can handle at least six in hand-to-hand, more if they're spread out."

They pass a door marked "HOLODECK 5", and on the wall adjacent is a computer panel.