TEST DRIVE #5 - Low Gravity Gymnasium and Ten Forward

[tenforward_m]

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.

Comments

[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.