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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takegami teijirou | mr. brain

[onemoredeath]

To say that this was an unusual experience would make a liar out of him. He had experienced a pull from his world a few times, each one a little closer to the ending he had crafted, but not a pull from the world that had transported him the first time. His hands twitched and the gleaming wires twisted around his fingers shifted and flowed until they were restored to their seemingly innocent form of heavy rings, leaving behind a few drops of blood on scarred skin. Takegami took out a handkerchief to wipe that way, blue eyes flickering from one face to another, assessing and cataloging his new environment.

A sharp, brief chuckle, he put away his handkerchief and walked up to the bar, took a seat, and in accented English asked for a strong drink. The strange green drink he was given only made him laugh again, but this time in a much more plea sent manner than before.

"One would think that this is a dream but no dream of mine would make such a clashing drink," he said to no one in particular. He took a sip and made a face. "Or have it taste a little like gin."