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.]
abyssum_invocat: (child you're interrupting my reading)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2014-04-04 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you mean where I was born, Berlin in 1937," she answers smoothly, not at all perturbed by the shortness of his answer. Her accent definitely places her as born German, with the rounding of palatial consonants being so easy at her age. He's responding impeccably, just like every other adult she's had more than two sentences' exchange with, and there's no reason for it to bother her. Most grown men--and a fair few of the grown women--don't spend much time making pointless conversation with Sinthia. She's okay with that.

"I was near Innsbruck latest, though. In the mountains. What about you, Captain?" Yes, she does address him by rank; he's the first person she's done so to, showing absolutely no unease at military rank. There is, however, if Picard is so attuned, a strange feeling of being overheard, but in a sensory capacity most people are not used to feeling it.
tea_earlgrey_hot: (appraising)

[personal profile] tea_earlgrey_hot 2014-04-07 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Berlin?" he says, with noticeable interest. "Nineteen-thirty-seven, my. You must have come here straight from the belly of war."

He is, perhaps, not as versed in his Earth history as his famed predecessor, but he is nonetheless well-educated. This would be the time a person more accustomed to dealing with children would smile or offer a sympathetic word. He does neither. "I was born in La Barre, France, in the year twenty-three-oh-five."

She'll notice he speaks with an English accent. The French language became obscure by the 24th century.

"And you are one of the first to recognize my insignia," he adds. Not very long ago, some Midwestern imbecile had the gall to insult his ship, not recognizing he was in fact speaking to its captain.
abyssum_invocat: (child lazing about)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2014-04-07 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"We are at war, yes," she says with noticeable lack of emotion. She's not old enough to honestly remember anything not war. But she doesn't much comment on it; the fact that she's plainly not anywhere near Germany now means her father's war is not her primary concern. (Until she meets someone she recognizes. Then all bets are off.)

"But you don't speak with a French accent," Sinthia notes. "Or even German. You sound English." This is confusing, obviously, by the way her brow creases. It's not the year; the year makes no sense to her, she can't process thinking that far ahead yet. It's well out of her projected lifetime.

She debates for a moment on what to say about his insignia before she opens her mouth again. "I wouldn't say I recognize it. I still don't know what each thing means, but you have four dots along your collar and I've seen no one else with as many." Sinthia does not add that he thinks of himself as captain, which is the surest thing she could point to, but letting slip she can hear thoughts seems both short-sighted and ill-advised in a strange place.

And she knows people don't necessarily like the idea that she's in their heads. "I assumed you would correct me if I'd addressed you by the wrong rank, so I guessed."
tea_earlgrey_hot: (grumpy cat)

[personal profile] tea_earlgrey_hot 2014-04-07 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
She is intelligent, but as brazen as a teenager. Picard's eyebrows go up, then go down, and his pout intensifies.

"I do speak with a French accent. You see, this is how people sound by my time. It is quite a distance in your future," he says, shifting to face his teacup. "You made a wise guess. I'm sure you must be at the top of your class."

Observant, headstrong, impetuous — yes, Picard knows the variety intimately. Her coolness over the war also points to the fact that she has already matured beyond her years.
abyssum_invocat: (child profile)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2014-04-08 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't go to school," she says, choosing to wait on convincing him that his is not a French accent. It will most likely take a long while, she thinks. Especially given his reaction to her in general.

Her coolness over war is really her only choice; she's not known anything outside of growing up under a megalomaniacal father who unfortunately shares some obsessions with their current political leader. Getting obviously upset over her situation could very easily mean consequences she doesn't have the ability to withstand.

"Will you tell me why we're here? Do you know?"
tea_earlgrey_hot: (Picard is unimpressed with your shenanig)

[personal profile] tea_earlgrey_hot 2014-04-11 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Her answering remark makes him visibly uncomfortable, which is why he chooses not to comment further on it. It was a careless expression to use, a mistake he perhaps would not have made under better circumstances.

He clears his throat, and has a sip of tea.

"I will tell you all I know," he says. "Which, I am afraid, is not much. I imagine this is your first introduction to space travel. Are you familiar with the concept of alien species?"
abyssum_invocat: (child questioning)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2014-04-12 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
She's confused by how he's uncomfortable. She knows normal children go to school, yes, but she's the definition of not normal; it logically follows that she's not held to the same standards, but she still doesn't like seeing that look on his face.

"I am," she says, but doesn't go into detail. Telling about her father's obsession for myth wouldn't get her very far at all, she thinks. "Are they here?"
tea_earlgrey_hot: (appraising)

[personal profile] tea_earlgrey_hot 2014-04-18 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes," he says, the of course implied by his tone. "You see, now that we have begun to explore the stars, we are discovering that man is joined by countless other species, some of whom are like us, and some of whom are not. Sometimes, these are much more powerful than us in certain ways."

He contemplates his teacup, dismissing the feeling of annoyance that admission stirs upon reflection of the alien he is speaking of. "There is a race called The Q. They are quite gifted, and one among them has decided to open the Enterprise to travelers from many different worlds."
abyssum_invocat: (child weapon)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2014-04-25 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
For a moment her face crinkles in worried panic, before she smooths it with visible effort as she tightens her grip on the teacup she's been passed.

"You don't like people gifted this way," she hazards, and though she doesn't lean away from Picard she's less questioning, more ready to vanish in a second's notice. She's been told never to be afraid of her abilities, to keep them practiced and ready, and use them as if they were weapons for her to command. She's been good about that lately.
tea_earlgrey_hot: (grumpy cat)

[personal profile] tea_earlgrey_hot 2014-04-29 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Her physical reaction is alarming. It puts Picard even more so out of his comfort zone.

"On the contrary," he says. "One of my most trusted advisers is a Betazoid. Her species can sense the thoughts and emotions of others. It makes her well suited to be the ship's counselor; however, I am not fond of those who abuse their powers as Q does, in tampering with lives."
abyssum_invocat: (child arm up)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2014-04-29 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"She's a telepath?" Sinthia asks. "I'm...like her. Only I can do more."
tea_earlgrey_hot: (appraising)

[personal profile] tea_earlgrey_hot 2014-05-01 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
He arches an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
abyssum_invocat: (child default)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2014-05-01 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
She nods, and focuses on the teacup Picard has, laying her hands on her lap in plain view. Slowly, it starts to life itself up unsupported, and turns gracefully, handle spinning round and round as she lowers it back down, not having spilled a drop of the contents.

"I can teleport, and walk through solid things, but I don't want to. I don't know how thick the walls are and I don't want to get stuck."
tea_earlgrey_hot: (Picard is unimpressed with your shenanig)

[personal profile] tea_earlgrey_hot 2014-05-01 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Picard frowns deeply at the teacup.

"Hmm." It isn't exactly a sound of approval, but more one of curiosity. And annoyance that his tea has suddenly moved without his permission. "No, I wouldn't recommend it. If you're unfamiliar with the ship you could end up floating in space."

To his credit, he doesn't seem alarmed, or even surprised in the slightest. "You've had these gifts your entire young life?"
abyssum_invocat: (child intent)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2014-05-07 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," she answers, because if he says she's going to end up floating in space she's definitely not going to chance it. She lowers the teacup until it rests back in his hands gently.

"My father...put me in a machine that gave them to me. A year ago...for me." Much longer now.
tea_earlgrey_hot: (Picard has a Captain America mug y'all)

[personal profile] tea_earlgrey_hot 2014-05-12 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
He examines the delicate glass while she speaks. No strings, no tape, nothing out of the ordinary at all. Not that he really expected he would see anything of the sort, but caution is a captain's right-hand adviser.

Even if he rarely heeds its counsel.

"Is that so?" he says, glancing at the girl. "And was that what you wanted?"
abyssum_invocat: (child dark)

[personal profile] abyssum_invocat 2014-05-12 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"No," she answers again, though somewhat more sullenly. "I told him I didn't want to go in there. I don't like machines."