TEST DRIVE #5 - Low Gravity Gymnasium and Ten Forward

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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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Reb | Deepwater Black (Mission Genesis)

[milkybar]

((This boy is from a really obscure book/tv show, so lack of icons at the moment. He looks like a younger and blonder (bright bleach blonde) version of Harper from Andromeda.))

Suddenly finding yourself from one place to another, was confusing. Pretty much all he could recall was confusing so far. Given that he couldn't recall a whole lot didn't help. Not having long woken up from cryo sleep to finding yourself on a spaceship with a computer that didn't want to work properly and was obviously broken because it couldn't give them any answers.

Maybe it was better here.

Maybe not.

He was ships captain, they'd at least been able to piece together that much in the time and he knew his name, Reb. He also knew hew name, Yoona. And that he missed her. He wasn't sure why he missed her like he did but that was how he felt.

Whatever they were doing on the other ship he'd been on, they would be alright without him he hoped. He wandered over towards the windows and looked out into space. There were no bright colors outside the window here.

[someonetocarryyou]

Zoë tends to keep to herself, leastways in places where folk can turn rowdy at the drop of a hat. Particularly if the Captain is the one dropping it, and he usually is. Don't invite trouble, and trouble won't come knockin'.

It's a nice idea, anyway.

She's watching the young captain from a table in the corner, nursing a drink she ain't sure actually qualifies as alcohol, but it's better than the zhu fuen chse she drinks back home. There's something about him. Not trouble, no; something else.

Loss.

[milkybar]

There are a few people in there. More than six. So many more than he's used to. He keeps staring out the windows into the darkness. At least that is a little bit familiar. Somehow. There's the sense of missing something again.

He eventually gets the feeling he's being watched and turns around to face the room. Looking around he finally picks up on who he thinks has been watching him. His turn to watch her for a few moments before heading over towards her.

[someonetocarryyou]

She's smart enough to look away when he spies her out, but it's too late anyhow. Gorram it, Zoë. Ain't smart calling attention to yourself in unfamiliar territory. She knows it, just as sure as she knows the man's eyes are still on her, even minutes after she averts her attention.

Once he's a few paces off, she figures it ain't worth pretending anymore. She cuts her gaze back, giving him a hard once-over, the kind of expression on her face you'd expect from someone you don't want to mess around with.

"You lost somethin'?" she asks, as casual as you please. She takes a sip from her glass, and waits for the answer.

[dreams_dont_die]

"Har--"

But it's not Harper.

The hair is wrong, the face is younger, far younger, and he's seen what Harper looked like when he was younger. It wasn't like that, not with that bright blonde hair. Harper is rarely this still, either; even when he's standing, there's a sense of suppressed energy to him.

He looks a hell of a lot like Harper, though.

"Sorry," Dylan says as he approaches, with a sheepish smile. "I thought you were someone I knew."

Someone he knew from another time, or another version of him, but he's ... not going to say that. Not right now. This place is confronting enough to start with without throwing that into things as a conversation starter.