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.]
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[personal profile] never_felt_better 2014-04-02 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"What the...?"

There's suddenly a guy in the room. Just a guy, no crazy alien tentacles or blue skin; white t-shirt, flight pants, heavy shoes. The silhouette of dog tags around his neck.

He blinks, spins on his heel, spends a minute looking at the other side of the room and spins back. He lacks all subtlety and almost all grace. On his face he wears confusion, alarm, and just a dash of indignation.

"What in the hell — guys. When was somebody gonna tell me we had the bar from The Love Boat on-board?" he hollers, scanning the room for familiar faces. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? "Hello, I'm Isaac Washington, and I'll be Your Bartender for tonight."
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[personal profile] splendid_roman 2014-04-02 11:45 am (UTC)(link)
Ian hadn't been here long. Just long enough to register that he was in space on a spaceship and the TARDIS wasn't here. And hear the end of the man's shout. "You're a bartender?" Ian asked, going over to him. He wasn't dressed like one and wasn't behind the bar either, which made him doubt his claim.
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[personal profile] never_felt_better 2014-04-02 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, paint John embarrassed.

"Uh," he chuckles. "Hi. No, I'm a — a scientist. Astronaut. It was a ... TV show."

Put down another mark for Obscure References Nobody Else Gets But Him. He glances at Ian, then back out at the room. "This isn't Moya, is it?"
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[personal profile] splendid_roman 2014-04-02 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've haven't heard of Moya," Ian said distracted because John had said he was an astronaut, which was far more exciting.

"You're an astronaut?" he asked, wide-eyed. "Have you ever been into space? Before now," he added a little sheepishly.
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[personal profile] never_felt_better 2014-04-02 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
He shifts into full-blown curiosity over the guy's reply. He's a little suspicious of everything after landing himself in uncharted territory, but it hasn't choked his hope.

"Yeah, you could say that. Are you — Sebacean?" he asks, voice rising to a near squeak on the last syllable. It's not the question he wants to ask; the guy knows astronauts, but John doesn't want to jinx himself by asking are you human?
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[personal profile] splendid_roman 2014-04-02 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Ian shook his head. "Human." He'd never heard of Sebaceans, but he wasn't phased by the mention. "Have you been to the moon?" Despite being on a spaceship nowhere near the moon, that was still the pinnacle of achievement for going into space for Ian.
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[personal profile] never_felt_better 2014-04-02 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hu–human?"

I'm sorry, did he hear you right? A broad smile spreads across his face. He laughs — he can't help it. He's spent the last several solar months looking for a way home, and hell, this guy is practically his neighbor. Howdy, neighbor!

John claps him on the shoulder, "Boy, am I glad to see you! How did you get here? ... Where is here, anyway?"

As an afterthought: "No, haven't stepped on the moon, but my dad did. Flown around the Earth a few times, though."
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[personal profile] splendid_roman 2014-04-03 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
Ian was surprised by that reaction, but perhaps the other man had been living among aliens or something. Maybe there really were little green men on Mars.

"I don't know where here is," he admitted, "except for a spaceship in space in the 24th century." He was going to say they were in the future, but if the man's father had been to the moon he was already from Ian's future. But it was good to know that humans made it to the moon eventually.

"Seeing Earth from orbit must have been an amazing sight."
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[personal profile] never_felt_better 2014-04-04 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Twenty-fourth century?" John repeats, taking a closer look around. That's definitely the future from when John last saw Earth, and for a minute he feels rattlers in his stomach. Maybe the Earth he knew is gone, and everyone's dead, and he'll never find his way back.

He spies an officer in red and black sitting at a table. There's a little starfleet comm link on his breast. "Hot damn," he mutters, blinking hard. "What? No, yeah, it was amazing. Most amazing thing I'd seen until..."

He squints at that officer and starts laughing again, but this time it's low and forced and slightly manic. "Great googly-moogly. How the hell did I get here?"
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[personal profile] splendid_roman 2014-04-05 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
Ian was slightly worried about the other man, but then he just appeared on a spaceship. Ian had at least had a few minutes to get used to that.

"I wish I knew," he replied. "I don't know how I got here either." Ian was more calm. He'd been in strange places before and something would present itself sooner or later.
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[personal profile] never_felt_better 2014-04-07 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, Ian hasn't even scratched the surface of worrying things John does. He only gets worse from here.

"Do you know where we are?" he giggles, with all the weight of somebody who's got a secret. "No, you know what? I can't even say it out loud. One minute I was on Moya, and the next ... boom, hailing frequencies open. Wait a second, the same thing happened to you? You don't know where Earth is?"
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[personal profile] splendid_roman 2014-04-07 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
Ian thought that perhaps this man was crazy. Or he reacted to the strangeness in an odd way. But it was a very odd way, and Ian gave him an odd look. "I don't know where Earth is from here. I don't really know where he is, except somewhere in space, and space is big."
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[personal profile] never_felt_better 2014-04-07 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Nah, not crazy. Southern! Much worse.

"Damn. Back to the drawing board," he mutters. So close, and yet so far. "I'm sorry ... hi, I'm John Crichton."

He holds out his hand for a proper handshake. "This is all a little weird. I've been trying to find a way back to Earth for a while now, and Friend, you're as close as I've gotten."

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[personal profile] do_your_duty 2014-04-02 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
She blinks and the world changes. All of it. In one blink. Replacing a half-empty cargo room with what looks like a mess hall full of people, furniture, noise, and the back of a head she couldn't forget for trying. The voice that cracks the air from behind him, and off to the left, would make nails on a chalk board sound symphonic, filled with hesitationless razor edged accusation. "What did you do."





Oh. And did we mention the primed pulse pistol?


That will probably look as familiar as this face to John.


Especially when the holder of both is narrowing her eyes and inclined only to the offensive at both the man in front of her blundering into things he shouldn't but always does and a room where she's already spotted two races she can't even place. She doesn't need to place them to know this is all his frelling fault. Again.
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[personal profile] never_felt_better 2014-04-03 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
He whirls on her, and she'll recognize this look, too. Wide-eyed panic. It's the norm when Aeryn is around.

"Whoa whoa whoa Aeryn," he hollers, hands out and defensive. "Put that thing away, would you? For crying out loud, you're going to get us shot!"

Despite the obvious threat on his life, he moves closer. Out of the line of fire. Closer to the trigger if he needs to ... right, John, you're going to disarm the Ultimate Peacekeeper Barbie. Better to just reason with...








Frell.
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[personal profile] do_your_duty 2014-04-03 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Her eyebrows arch stiffly upward, as her expression slashes toward something that would make repugnant disgust run for a dying star to hide in. She was not 'going to get shot.' She was not going to let anyone on this, whatever it was, shoot her. She might let them shoot John. But then she'd have to shoot them out of some forced loyalty.

Or necessity for peace if she returned to Moya without him. Or point of pride.

Because if anyone was going to shoot John, it was going to be her. For saying things like that.

Which is why she ignores the dren he's saying now, for restating, colder and sharper, as it's obviously more important than ever disarming herself in unknown environment. "You didn't answer my question. What did you do this time? Where are we?"
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[personal profile] never_felt_better 2014-04-03 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
He almost laughs. She's got that thing going on with her face. You know, the thing where she's curling her lip like an Elvis impersonator, but looking at him like she can will the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

"Nothing," he says, and it comes out slightly annoyed. He's always teetering between the two with her. Amused, annoyed. Confused. Terrified. Excited. Okay, so there's a few more emotions than two. "Aeryn, I didn't do anything. I was just walking, and this place showed up. I thought maybe it was normal."

How the heck would he know? Weirder stuff has happened.

[personal profile] thebesteverseen 2014-04-03 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Aeryn isn't ever sure which of the things coming out his mouth is the less sane and confusing. That he thought it was normal, or that he thought he should put down her gun if it wasn't his fault and he had no idea what this place was either. It's definitely the second, even if the first is rolling out her mouth. "Do rooms full of people just appear where you're from?"

The answer is no. The edge of sharp scorn in the question makes it one that doesn't ask for answering.

But the fact he answered her first question means she can turn her attention from him, and onto the room.











Where absolutely no one is actually paying their arrival any attention in the slightest.
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[personal profile] never_felt_better 2014-04-04 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
The thing about John is even though she rarely asks his opinion, he's ready to give it to her anyway. "Jeez, G.I. Jane, if you don't remember a whole ship full of lunatics appeared out of thin air once."

He's standing next to one of the lunatics right now. "Now, would you please," he begins, voice low, even, every word punctuated; "put down the gun? If you haven't noticed, nobody here is trying to shoot us. Hell, that guy was just trying to eat a meal in peace."

It even looks like real food. Was John hungry before? Because he sure is now.

"Maybe it would be a good idea to figure out what happened to Moya before we mow everyone down."
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[personal profile] do_your_duty 2014-04-08 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
That just gets him a wrinkled expression of aggrievance. Potentially about the terms utterly lost in translation, again. Or the constant ranting about things that made him seem far less sane, or sensible, the more he brought them up.



But.


Maybe.


Just maybe.


She lowers her pistol.


Which isn't to say she holsters it. Or looks like she's getting to that any second soon. Her fingers don't slip anywhere from their grip toward loose. She's not certain John should ever be the person trusted with what counts as a safe situation. But maybe he's been right once, or twice, before. If that. Or. Only that.

Enough that maybe she lowers it from straight in front of her, and is looking toward the person he gestured to and back to John, her tone starched even for admitting her might be right inside her head. Spinning that back on him for it. "Fine. Where do you think we start, then?"
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[personal profile] never_felt_better 2014-04-10 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
He watches her, genuinely expecting her to holster her pistol for a few seconds before past experience catches up with him. Right. "Good enough."

He breathes out a puff, like maybe it'll disguise the sarcasm, and lets his arms relax. Funny how they're standing in a strange place filled with strange people, and the biggest threat he feels is coming from Aeryn. Maybe he's hit full capacity on the Weird-o-Meter, and nothing fazes him anymore. Or maybe he's kidding himself, and he trusts her more than he's willing to admit.

"Well," he says, setting his hands on his hips. "First we see if the communicators work, try to get D'Argo or Zhaan on the horn. Then we start asking questions. Since your people skills are fantastic, I should probably handle the questions while you work out the comms."
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[personal profile] do_your_duty 2014-05-04 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
John can huff and puff all he wants, and only earn the continued curl of a raised eyebrow. She doesn't like this. Unexpected large numbers of people and rooms appearing out of nowhere. It's not normal, whatever he says, and even more it should be normal for anyone here. They should have security somewhere, too. A place like this.

"Fine." Again. Puncture down like a knife blade or a shot.

While reaching up with her other hand to tap her comm badge. "Zhaan, D'Argo, come in." But there is only silence after it. Not that she was expecting much from the appearing room. With it's strange, subtle sophistication that also looked nothing like a Peacekeeper ship. "Pilot? Can anyone hear me?"
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[personal profile] never_felt_better 2014-05-06 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
A-yup. That's about what John had been expecting, even though he'd been hoping this was still somehow part of Moya. He didn't feel the physical shift associated with traveling through a wormhole, not even a skip; hell, not even a jiggle. Just one step, then another, and bam! Hailing frequencies open.

Or closed, it looks like.

He faces the room, his back now to Aeryn, and surveys the crowd. "'Scuse me!" he hollers. "Can anybody tell us where we are?"

No, it isn't subtle, but it'll get the job done. Eyes are already turning on them, and one guy in a really familiar red and black jumpsuit is looking particularly promising. John blinks. "Well, butter my bottom and call me toast."
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[personal profile] do_your_duty 2014-05-07 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
Aeryn is certain that one didn't translate right. Even after the sudden yelling.

But then what else is new with John, and the strange things that come out of his mouth.

Inane, obviously untranslatable, witticisms aside, she doesn't miss the way his expression shifts. Because as much as she says she doesn't take the time to notice him, or the rest of the crew, she can't not either. She was trained to be a good soldier, a good team member. One of many. To know the weaknesses and strengths of her teams. Until they could read each other in battle, and out.

And John looks...amused. Surprised. But pleasantly. Like he's suddenly pleased with this place, and whatever he just spotted. Which just confuses her more. Especially when she's looks at the same group of milling people in uniforms and not, including one unsurprisingly headed for them now, and back to John. "What?"
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[personal profile] never_felt_better 2014-05-07 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Nope, just good ol' fashioned Southern colloquialisms, Aeryn. John has an endless supply and all the cycles in the universe to introduce you to each and every one of them.

"This is too good," he says, voice hitting that higher register he gets when he's about to get his geek on. "Hey, Aeryn, watch this. I'm about to show you some mind-reading voodoo I bet you never learned in commando boot camp. Ten bucks says the next few words out of this guy's mouth are Enterprise, Starfleet, and Federation."

He straightens his shirt and clears his throat, biting back his grin as much as he can. The officer stops and asks how he can be of assistance, and John answers: "Greetings! My friend and I come from a, uh, galaxy far, far away. How did we end up here? Oh, and uh, where is here?"

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