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.

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Forever and always <3

[dreams_dont_die]

It's never a good thing to see a warship look perturbed. And that is pretty much how she looks for a moment before she walks over to the window. He follows her, waiting, arms crossed, for her sensors and processors to confirm what he already knows. The positions of these stars are wrong. They won't match with the charts she has stored in her vast mind. Not for CY 10088. More like ... CY 7286.

That's exactly what she says as she turns to look at him, her expression questioning, seeking answers. From him, her captain. The man she trusts, believes, obeys, above all others.

"On a ship called the USS Enterprise. What you worked out from the stars matches what I've been told. We're ..." His hands drop and his lips purse.

Of anyone, Rommie, who was with him during the time of the Commonwealth, or at least whose consciousness was, if not this android body, knows what the rest of it means to him.

She's High Guard, too, to the core, just like him.

"In some sort of divergent reality where there is and was no Commonwealth."

<3

[romdoll]

She glanced around her again at the surroundings. It could have been said that Harper had done too good a job at getting her human like emotions. Rommie thought she looked better than this ship. She'd blame Harper for that.

Rommie blinked at Dylan. They'd lost everything. Again. She very nearly said it out loud but didn't. How many times did that need to happen. Once had been more than enough. She considered a number of scenarios. Many of them. All at once.

"No Commonwealth. Does this ship have AI that you've met?" She's asking because it would just be rude of her to walk up to the closest panel and find out things. Harper may have programmed her but she has a lot more etiquette than he does.

[dreams_dont_die]

'No Commonwealth.' That's all she says, but he knows her well enough to know the unexpressed emotions behind the way she looks at him, behind the blink as she processes what he's said. They were the last of the Commonwealth and here they are, stranded in time again, impossibly far from everything they've ever known.

So far, this time, that even his dream of reviving it, pulling it back out of the ashes and giving it substance, is beyond his reach.

He crosses his arms and shakes his head, once.

"No." He flashes a smile her way, fond and proud. "Nothing like you, anyway. It has a computer, but it's more like the Maru's."

[romdoll]

It's probably for the best that the rest of her isn't there right then. Those emotions? Probably not so good for her right now.

But then again there is Dylan there to distract her. Which was better than facing a prospect of being stuck with primitive technology. As lovely as the Maru was he wasn't exactly the greatest conversationalist for company. One of his override commands was 'shut up and do as you're told' which Rommie, as much as she respected Dylan would never expect from him.

"Would they let me talk with..." It somehow doesn't feel right to call the computer it. "What about our crew?"