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.]

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[usescontractions]

"Here is your drink, sir."

Never mind the fact that he didn't order one, because that is a genuine, non-replicated, and rather tall glass of Altairian Grand Premier that is now being fumbled across the table, and across Q's lap. Only the best for the resident omnipotent being!

"I am... Sorry."

Of course, there's no emotion behind her apology, as she's not capable of it. She doesn't move to assist him in any way either. She simply waits to study his reaction.

[trial_never_ends]

If it's a hostile act, it's a surprisingly harmless one. Usually people get angry with him, start shouting and waving their hands around, and this isn't like that. Benefit of the doubt, and all.

Besides, no one's brought him a drink in a long time. There's a reason he likes people, generally speaking--sometimes they surprise him.

Still, he's not about to sit around in a wet uniform, so no harm done: he picks up the once-again full glass. It's good to be him.

"First day on the job?" he asks.

[so sorry for being so slow! it's been a bad time lately healthwise]

[usescontractions]

"Today is my third day assigned to this task." It's plainly stated, as she tilts her head to one side, staring at the glass. She's sure it had been emptied, and its current state is even more curious than his reaction. In her other four mishaps that involved spilling drinks on people, they had always jumped from their seats and immediately moved to dry themselves. It had come to be the expected result.

"How was the glass refilled?" Not giving him time to answer, she launches into her next query. "You are not bothered by my mistake?"

( No worries! I hope you're doing okay! )