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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.]
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But now he's cackling.
It's a very quiet kind of cackling.
It's the sound of someone who thinks he's found a goldmine of presumed-suckers to exploit.
Catch Bender sneaking around the lounge, trying to lift jewelry or pick pockets, or maybe by the bar, trying to spend his ill-gotten gains on a drink.
Hopefully the bar serves Ole Fortran.
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Spent her childhood taking her mother's security bots apart to understand how they worked, and now she builds her own. But she's never seen one with a personality before.
She's not creeping or anything.
Just following and watching. Totally different from creeping.
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He's just gonna keep on pickin' that pocket. She's getting a full-color glimpse of Bender in action, baby!
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It's the Rapture way.
So no moral judgment at all, coming from her direction.
"Did you get anything interesting?" she asks, curious.
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Unfortunately her sudden interruption causes him to flail and squawk. "AHOOWHAT?!" Which causes him to lose his grip on a nice, thick strand of freshly-swiped pearls.