Mod M ([personal profile] tenforward_m) wrote in [community profile] ten_fwd_ooc2014-09-23 10:12 am
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TEST DRIVE #5 - Low Gravity Gymnasium and Ten Forward



Option 01. Ten Forward: The first thing you see is a bar. A large, lively bar filled with many different faces and many different smells, sights and sounds. This is Ten Forward, the Enterprises' off-duty lounge; feel free to get acquainted with your fellow travelers and try to find somebody who's in charge: this is your new home now, after all...



Option 02. Aboard the Enterprise, The Low-Gravity Gymnasium: The gym is a large room with several alcove-like sections housing the aerobics and martial arts areas, a parrises squares area, an anbo-jyutsu court, and a separate fencing room. While there is normally a zero-gravity area as well, today all of the gym is in zero-gravity conditions.

Zero-gravity can be, well, kind of weird, because it's not like a gradual loss of the pressure holding you to the floor--you may have taken the turbolifts, just expecting to take a leisurely run, or maybe work out with a treadmill to get in some cardio, but the minute you step into the gym you're floating, as is anything you might have been holding or bringing with you.

Do you freak out, start flailing and trying to swim through the air back to where you can escape? Do you make the best of it and tough it out to get your exercise in, or do you start having fun with the sudden game of weightlessness? Pick your personal scenario and have fun with all the other weightless people.
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Ezri Dax | Star Trek: DS9

[personal profile] pronounsarehard 2014-09-23 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Ezri stood at the replicator, shifting her weight from one foot the other. Surely this was supposed to get easier right? At least, if she was looking on the bright side, she hadn't introduced herself as Curzon, Jadzia, or Torias recently. Practice made perfect right?

So, it all came down to the question, what did she want. She. Ezri. Not Curzon, not Jazia, not Emony, not any of the other hosts. This had all started when she almost ordered gagh, cancelling the order almost immediately, gagging and slamming her hand over her mouth.

"Salad, with beets--no.Steak with roasted vegetables in a butter sauce---no, no, not that....I'm going to starve at this rate," the counselor mumbled to herself, and the replicator. Then she twitched, a hand going to her stomach, images of Torias' last moments flashing in her memory like a bad movie with no pause button.

"Or maybe," Ezri muttered, "I can just get sick all over the floor. Won't that be fun? Everyone will want to come talk to me then. Way to attract attention, Ezri. "
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neverenoughluck: For five more seconds (Sweet as pie)

[personal profile] neverenoughluck 2014-09-23 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
The woman who approaches her is wearing a uniform, though it's likely one that only a very small number of people aboard the Enterprise will recognize; blue jacket with ribbed silver panels, a patch on the shoulder with a stylized sun familiar to anyone in her world and no-one in this, and a sparkling blue and silver pin on her collar.

She's also armed, but her force lance is safely holstered, though Molly's edgy, still not used to being around people again after being stranded on Septa Paresis all on her own.

(She's still not used to not expecting Kroton in the shadows.)

"You know," Molly says, after a moment to shake off that sense of being watched she knows isn't right, "I think that might kind of defeat the purpose of eating."
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[personal profile] pronounsarehard 2014-09-23 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Ezri was likewise wearing her Starfleet uniform, black with grey shoulders and a blue science division undershirt and collar. It was similar in design to the others that peppered the area, but most crew members worse a different Starfleet uniform more becoming to the time period.

"You're probably right. But I can't do anything the easy way. Nothing easy for Ezri." She turned back to the replicator for a moment. "Chamomile tea." Maybe it would soothe her stomach. Or at least if she puked it up it'd just be liquid.

The Trill looked awkwardly at the other woman, adding. "I'm Ezri....Obviously." Smart. Really smart. No one would ever guess you had negotiated the Khitomer Accords.Or been the first non-Klingon allowed into the House of Martok. Curzon. Jadzia. Not her. Well, kind of her. Life was so confusing.
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[personal profile] neverenoughluck 2014-11-15 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Nothing easy.

That sounds rather too much like someone she knows who likes to make a similar complaint, and that's bittersweet. Dylan's tone, though, is always different, usually weary and rueful, not self-effacing like this woman's.

"You're not feeling well?" Molly asks. "You need a doctor or something?"

She does look a little queasy. Then again, there have been times recently when Molly hasn't been either looking or feeling well.

Molly returns the smile, her own a little brighter, less hesitant than Ezri's.

"Molly. Nice to meet you."
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I AM ALL OVER THIS

[personal profile] asklepian 2014-09-23 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Julian had his moments where all he wanted was a cup of tea and a scone with some jam, and now was one of those moments--apparently he was blessedly lucky to be so sure of his order. Granted, the options granted by the replicators could be somewhat overwhelming, but he's never had as much trouble as the young woman standing at the replicators already seemed to be having.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" Is it tactful to say she looks a bit green around the...well, spots, it seems there's another Trill on board. Probably not.
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Re: I AM ALL OVER THIS

[personal profile] pronounsarehard 2014-09-23 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe you should go first. I'll be fine," Ezri replied, looking at the floor and noted that the carpet pattern was not a good thing to look at when queasy, "It's just that warp makes me a little queasy. Actually impulse makes me queasy too. Space makes me queasy," She clarified. "It reminds me of --"

Before she could say anything else she took a look at Julian and her eyes almost bugged out of her head like an Ezri sized insect. Which kind of reminded her of this one time Tobin saw this insect.....which then reminded of Jadzia and insect bites.....and well, at least she wasn't rambling out loud.

Ezri let out a little squeak, noting that it just wasn't fair that she got all the tough time travel problems. Jadzia had enjoyed it. Nope, nothing simple and fun for Ezri. Always had to do things the hard way. Which, of course, was why the Trill was standing in front of Bashir with her eyes unblinking trying desperately not to ramble like a four year old telling all of her mothers secrets.

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[personal profile] asklepian 2014-09-23 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are you sure? You look a little...well, green. I can get you an anti-nausea medication..." Julian starts, and then she's staring at him--honestly staring, in a way that made him feel vaguely uncomfortable.

...her eyes looked familiar.

Julian was literally incapable of forgetting a face, though, and he couldn't place hers.

"Computer, peppermint tea please." He presumes to put his hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her toward a table and placing the tea in front of her.
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[personal profile] pronounsarehard 2014-09-24 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, here it was coming. Julian was looking at her eyes, she could almost hear his voice saying 'You have Jadzia's eyes.' Right before she told him not to flirt with her. It hit people in different ways, having a new Dax in their lives. It was a like the stages of grieving. Anger--they were already way past denial--depression, acceptance. Worf had reacted with anger, as if her mere presence was an affront to Jadzia's memory. Bashir, had of course, recognized something in her of Jadzia. Bargaining.

In a way, she was going through those same stages, mourning her old self, and trying to accept her new one. Ones.

"Actually, I might take you up on that anti-nausea medication. Unless you think the Captain will stop the ship and just let me out?"

Ezri let Julian guide her to a nearby table and sit, with tea in front of her. And she even sipped it like a good patient.

"Do you think you're going to hurt the computer's feelings?" Ezri asked playfully in between sips.
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[personal profile] asklepian 2014-09-24 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
This time, though, he didn't say anything--he's curious, but there's not a spark of recognition in his eyes at all. He does pull out a chair across from her, sitting down and folding his hands together.

"Never hurts to be polite, does it?" he says, amused. It was, truthfully, a rather odd habit. But he felt like he himself would feel unappreciated if he worked all day as hard as a replicator did and no one showed him any common decency.

"Doubtful--he has to keep all of us in one place, better that way if Q decides to play nice and send us all back."
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[personal profile] pronounsarehard 2014-09-25 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Part of her wanted to tell Julian everything. To tell her friend, her very good friend what had happened, lean on his shoulder like old times. New old times?Whatever these were. The other part of her thought this was a great and very interesting psychological study on the intrinsic characteristics of previous hosts in joined Trill.

"Well, I guess that depends on the culture and society of the being whom you're being nice to. Being polite to a Klingon in certain situations might not be the brightest idea in the book." Ezri gave him a playful smirk. "And we don't know who replicators like to be addressed."

The Trill sipped her tea, hoping it would settle her stomach, and asked him, "You have no idea who I am do you?"
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[personal profile] asklepian 2014-09-25 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Julian looks momentarily confused--he might act scatterbrained, but it is just that, an act. His mind is incapable of forgetting, and matching names to faces is simple for him. The puzzlement shows in the briefest ways, furrowed eyebrows, thoughtful frown...

But he realizes quickly enough. It's exactly the same with the Chief and Worf, in reverse--it must be. He can't remember her because they haven't yet met.

Oh, Temporal Investigations is going to have a field day. His expression turns apologetic, even though it's neither of their faults.

"I'm afraid not."
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[personal profile] pronounsarehard 2014-09-25 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Ezri shook her head, smiling. "I figured. It's okay. You'll just have to get to know me all over again then."

Julian might act scatterbrained it was true, but Ezri knew his secret. And just how much of an act it was. It must hurt him to have to hide who he was again. That's probably so hard. Harder than hiding Dax.--if she even could. The moment someone gave her a medical exam that cat would be out of the metaphorical bag. And she'd probably be questioned by Temporal Investigations until she went grey. At least it wasn't Dax's first time with time travel. Or Julian's.

"Before you ask, yes, I'm a counselor. For some reason everyone seems so surprised about that."
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[personal profile] asklepian 2014-09-25 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, we'll just have to get started then." He's still friendly at least. "Temporal Investigations is already going to want to have Words with us, we might as well go all in."

It wasn't easy for him to go back, it was true--even so, he wasn't completely in the closet, so to speak. He'd been sussed out by Trance, and had confessed to Dylan. That made it already infinitely easier than over 15 years hiding in plain sight had been.

"Well, I could already tell, you're either Sciences or Medical, so counselor isn't particularly surprising, from what I can see."

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[personal profile] ex_old_man857 2014-09-23 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
It certainly would have made for an interesting moment had she introduced herself as Jadzia to Jadzia herself. Not that Dax would right away make the connection that her name wasn't Jadzia. While it might not be the number one name in the galaxy, she knew there were others out there with it.

She had been on her way to the replicator, although she had to admit she missed the food she could get on the station. There was just something different about it- better, perhaps? Or maybe that was just how she remembered it. She had come up though, over hearing the faint mumblings of the person before her, which seemed to turn into talk about getting sick.

It is perhaps a slight noise that is made, turning in to a cough to cover her amusement. "Too many choices, too little stomach space?"
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[personal profile] pronounsarehard 2014-09-24 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Ezri's mouth opened in a little O shape as she heard herself. No, not herself. Jadzia. Kind of herself. Definitely not the time to introduce herself as her past hosts. That would be so bad. Time would be so messed up, Temporal Investigations would drop kick her into the nearest cell, if Temporal Investigations still existed by the time she got back. What if she screwed up time so bad it ceased to exist! Was that even possible? Could time just stop?

Maybe she could just play mute. That would work long enough for someone to do a medical scan on her. The Dax symbiont's readings were recorded in this time in Curzon, and it wouldn't take a feat of genius to compare them.

But, instead, Ezri opened her mouth a little wider and said, "I can be a little indecisive. It's kind of a phase I'm going through. Keep hoping I'll out grow it!" And she gave a self deprecating little laugh at her own expense.

[personal profile] ex_old_man857 2014-09-25 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
That she was a Trill on board a space station was, of course, going to draw Jadzia's attention. It wasn't that she was starved for Trill interaction, but they were the same race of beings. Still, it was the reaction that had even Jadzia blinking slightly, one eyebrow arching slowly. She would almost question if she had come on too strong, but she hadn't.

She smiled though, as she could understand that. There were days within her own mind where she had a particular craving that wasn't really hers. Thankfully it hadn't been that hard to adjust to having a symbiont, and she had learned to like some foods and drinks that she might otherwise never have had. "The first thing that comes to mind- if you could have one thing, what would it be?"
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[personal profile] pronounsarehard 2014-09-30 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Ezri was nervous. Oh she was so nervous. In front of her was Jadzia. Dax. Jadzia. Not only was she legendary in the eyes of everyone on Deep Space Nine, but she was so much more in control than Ezri was. After all, the woman had training. Years of it. And she had wanted to be joined, rather than joined in a bad accident or twist of fate.

"Um...." The first thing she still wanted was gagh. Probably because Jadzia was right there. Thanks so much self.

"Tautean salad." Ezri finally said, wondering how much of that order was Jadzia too.
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[personal profile] blazing_stag 2014-09-24 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
"So you know how to work it, but you're having a ton of indecision for breakfast instead?"

James had appeared by her side with a loud crack. His smirking face gave off the impression he knew what he was doing but he really didn't. He'd only arrived less than an hour ago but he was used to be taken from one place and placed someone else at someone's whim.

"Think it'll make butterbeer?"
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[personal profile] pronounsarehard 2014-09-24 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course I know how to make it work. It's a replicator." Ezri looked at James "Just tell it what you want, and it will come out here. If you can decide that is. Unlike me. Obviously. Is butterbeer an alcoholic beer or is it like root beer? It wont make alcoholic drinks. Synthehol only. And you might have to program it if it doesn't know what it is."

Ezri had known boys like James, both as Ezri and as Dax. Overconfident, and kind of arrogant. The Trill did her best to stifle an aggressive impulse, who she was pretty sure was Joran. Or maybe it was Jadzia. Or Curzon. This was so confusing.
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[personal profile] blazing_stag 2014-09-24 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Technology isn't everyone's strong point, you know?" James moved to talk to the machine.

"Hey. You. Make me a butterbeer then." The computer didn't seem to understand. "Please restate inquiry."

James doesn't look impressed and instead leans on it and turns to Ezri, shrugging at her question. "It's just butterbeer."
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[personal profile] pronounsarehard 2014-09-24 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah but if it's from your reality than we don't have it here. I've never heard of it. Do you know how to make it? You can program it in to the replicator like this," Ezri tried to demonstrate.

"Otherwise, might I suggest a root beer? It's good. And actually might settle my stomach. Computer, 2 root beers."

She handed one cup to James, taking the other one for herself. "I'm Ezri."
blazing_stag: ([Hogwarts] School)

[personal profile] blazing_stag 2014-09-24 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
James sighs, annoyed. "What's the point of being thrown from dimension to dimension if you can't get a decent butterbeer when you get there?"

But he takes the root beer and nods at her introduction. "James. Nice to meet you, Ezri."
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[personal profile] pronounsarehard 2014-09-24 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Now that she had a 'problem' to fix, she wasn't feeling nearly as space sick.

"Why don't you think of it as a way to embrace new cultures and widen your horizons. I know, I know, that sounds like something you'd get from your teacher or a tourist attraction. But, where I used to work, before I got ....'placed' here, there were all kinds of people. Klingons, Ferengi, Vulcans, Romulans. It's a great opportunity to talk to new people and eat different food. You might find something you like, and you'll never get to try it if you just stick to butterbeer. Think of it as a blessing in disguise."

Ezri was pretty sure she had her 'hi, I'm a therapist' face on. But that was okay.
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[personal profile] blazing_stag 2014-09-24 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
James just laughs. "This isn't the first time my location has been decided for me by a higher power. I'll adapt. Just annoys me that the moment I get settled, I'm off again. And I never get to bring my stuff with me. Never get to say goodbye to my friends." And wow that went downhill fast.

"But it's fine. Like I said, I'm used to it."
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[personal profile] pronounsarehard 2014-09-25 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh yeah. He was a bundle of sanity this one was. Ezri kicked into counselor mode.

"And how does that make you feel? It must be tough, to be moved around so indiscriminately--and to not be able to say any sort of goodbye to the people you know." She gave him a smirk. "And it's not like you can just ask whoever it was to send you back."

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