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

[therighttime]

Okay, Steph likes her already.

She glances over her shoulder with a small smile, but the crinkle in her eyes makes her amusement more obvious. There's nothing expensive or exclusive about Steph's outfit, high-waisted khaki slacks that flap at her ankles and button up the hip, a short-sleeved shirt with red and white stripes.

Her Nikes are a bit incongruous but she still hasn't gotten used to walking around, constantly on call, without proper shoes to run in. Just in case of emergency, you see. A call to work, a missed appointment. Alien invasion.

Whatever.

"Never know until you try," she points out to Kara.

[bestwehave]

After the suit jacket comes the blouse. 'Just in case of emergency' is why, beneath that suit, is a white body suit with a certain cut out, designed for image and for practicality. Taking her time with the change, though, Kara takes the time to look around. She might look like she'd staring around the bar, but she's taking the opportunity to look further than that.

"As we appear to be in space, I'm going to hold off on punching holes in any walls," she says. "And I can't see anyone who looks hostile."

This is both a good thing and a bad thing. She likes to avoid violence, but punching is so much simpler.

[therighttime]

Oh. Well, then. She'd thought the comment about punching had been a joke.

As someone with her own body suit (sans that specific cut, and certainly not worn beneath her everyday clothing), Steph immediately settles into a more relaxed stance. When Kara begins to properly inspect her surroundings, Steph joins her, falling back into the same habit she'd been in when she first appeared in the bar.

"They don't always look it," she points out, regarding hostiles. Arms cross over her belly and her blue eyes are taking in as much detail around the room as she can garner from her current location, without being too incredibly obvious about it. "A lot of people look lost, but a lot of folks look more confused about them than they do just being here. Like some of them belong here."

[bestwehave]

Kara nods, agreeing with everything Steph says. Almost unconsciously, she turns so she's standing side by side with her, turned slightly out. Nothing overly defensive, but if she's going to have her back to anyone, it's the person with a red-white-and-blue shield in a backpack on their back. Kryptonian Kara may be by birth, but she was brought up American.

"I don't suppose you recognise the uniform?"

[therighttime]

The shield is, actually, covered by plain brown leather. But even thus disguised, it's still a huge circle the size of a sewer grate strapped to her back. If Kara is at all familiar with the Captain mantle, she could have made the same deduction.

When positions are taken, a silent partnership of them against everyone else, Steph smiles slightly at the woman beside her. She's grateful for the support, even if they've never met before. Kara's attitude and stance tell her enough to sense a camaraderie.

"Yours? I'm sorry, no."

But if she's another hundred years in the future, who knows what could have happened.

Pulling the backpack down her arm, Steph unzips a section of it to show a flash of her shield, still scanning the crowd. "You?"

[bestwehave]

Kara is not at all familiar with the Captain Mantle. But she does have X-Ray vision, which is a helpful thing to have.

"Not mine," she says. "Theirs. The modified triangle insignia? It comes up throughout the ship."

She glances down at the shield when it is shown to her and smiles again, raising her blue gloves in light fists.

"Don't need one," she says. "They call me Power Girl, but my name is Kara Jor-El. Of Krypton and Earth."

[therighttime]

Steph smiles back, just slightly, and nods in understanding. It's a conscious thought not to mention that the idea of recognizing a symbol after being transported to a spaceship currently in space hadn't occurred to her because she also doesn't recognize what the apple symbol is with the bite taken out of it.

And she sees that everywhere these days.

"Stephanie Rogers. They call me Captain America, sometimes. Pleased to meet you, Miss Jor-El."

[bestwehave]

"Rao, call me Kara, please."

The first word is exclaimed, a little like someone might casually say 'god,' if they were the blaspheming type. She grins a little at Steph, forgoing the 'Ms Jor-El is my mother' line, because Kryptonian names don't work like that.

"Pleased to meet you too, Captain Rogers. And doubly please that no one has attacked us, so far. But if they do, something tells me I'd be happy to have you at my side."

[therighttime]

That gets a real grin out of Steph, appreciating the humor as much as the permission. "Then call me Steph, please. Kara."

She nods shortly, accepting that they're forging at least a temporary partnership here, but the smile doesn't go far. "I think I might be, too, Kara. Though now we've had a while to look, everyone seems more confused than ready to attack."

They're not the only ones on guard, not even the only ones in uniform - though Kara's is rather, ahem, unique - but there's nothing in the air or the people around them that tells Steph she needs to pull up her shield.

[bestwehave]

Kara hates to admit to being disappointed when there's nothing to punch: it's not a side of herself she really likes to admit into her 'scientist, environmentalist, businesswoman' identity. But there it is: things are more complicated.

"Well, looks like the only way we're going to find anything out is by asking."

[therighttime]

Punching, or getting punched, is definitely more straight-forward than reconnaissance and negotiation. Though, like Kara, Steph would be hard-pressed to admit that outloud.

"The folks who look comfortable are all wearing similar uniforms, different colors," she muses, scanning the crowd again. "I'd like to watch a bit longer. There's plenty of information to be had from someone on kitchen duty but it'd be nice to know who's an officer, too."