ten_fwd_ooc | 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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In the middle of her morning run, Judith's road is gone. So is any ground at all. And everyone around her. And her stomach feels funny.

"Oh terriffic." Kidnapped again.
Flailing without anything work with, still with the forward momentum from having been running, she tries to ascertain her bizarre surroundings and cling to the first piece of equipment that comes around.

She'd try to make a snarky remark in her head about the cowboy, but Judith only /just/ took off a pearl tiara to get in her workout clothes this morning. She has no room to talk.
And he's got a knife.
"Please tell me you're the cavalry and not an assassin." Hey, if Judith's past experience is any indication, the dashing hero is always the oddest looking person in the room.

"Cavalry" the dark skinned young man asks, noting the presence of someone else... someone else scrabbling around.

Well, Sam has some momentum. As soon as he hits the next wall, he pushes off, intentionally angling himself so along the way, he can snag hold of the strangely dressed woman, and carry them both towards something grabbable.

"Not often, anyhow. But I'm not inclined to be killing anyone here before I know where here is, either."

"Ack." Judith's well aware that being grabbed is occasionally part of the rescuing process, but it's still ack-worthy in her book.

"Okay, thanks. So... neither of us have any information."

Sam adjusts 'his' hat with a free hand, hooking a foot around some gadget or other to stay in place during the process.

"I ain't even sure what kind of place this is, or why we're floating around. Bubsy'll be along though, and we'll have a look about."

"Well, the last time someone put me in a little white room with some kind of way of making it hard to control my own movement, they'd been hired to kill me. On the plus side, no sharks or wolves yet." Or threats of sex trafficking, but that particular mind game had been so gross Judith certainly wasn't going to mention it. "Who's Bubsy?"

And on cue, there's the ornithopter, working on figuring out flight without overcorrection in the gravity situation, making its way towards Sam.
"Right there, knew I heard him." A hand comes up, scratching 'his' head. "If they wanted to kill you, why would they put you in a room. Seems complicated."

Judith blinks at the glider-thingy.

But she distracts herself from her confusion with an emphatic. "Yes, yes it was. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm unhappy to survive, but it's mindboggling to face supposedly professional assassins who are more interested in putting on a show than producing a corpse."

"Yeah, not much like any assassins I've ever met. For the best, sounds like. And you're pretty sure those ain't the types who'd have a room like this?"

"I'm not ruling anything out, but why would anyone hire the same people again when they let me get away last time? Obviously, I think my enemies are stupid, but they can't be that stupid."

"Well, this definitely ain't no enemies of mine. As for your enemies... well, they hire people trusting in wolves and sharks and locking people in rooms, 'stead of just killing them, so doesn't say a lot for their sense."

"Valid point." Judith goes back to staring at Bubsy. "Where did you get him?"

"Fellow by the name of Mitchell. Used to belong to the Doctor's wife. Bubsy decided he was happier with me, and the Doc didn't disagree."

Judith nods slightly. Must've been a family of engineers. "Well, he sure is something. Judith Rassendyll, by the way."

"Yep, Bubsy's a good dog. Sam Bowe. S'a pleasure."

Judith nods. Bowe sounds more Anglo-Saxony than she'd expected. "So, what's the plan? Just stay on this ... thing until there's gravity again, or until your people or my people show up? Or do you think we can find the door to this thing?"

"This ain't like nothing I've ever seen. But finding a door'd be a good start. I'm not inclined to go waitin' on folks who can turn gravity on and off."

Judith tries gripping onto the thing more herself. She's not as clingy at the damsel in distress thing as she once was. "I think if I move too much I might be sick, and you can probably coordinate better if it's just the two of you."

"Alright, you hang on then. We'll see if we can figure out the door." 'he' takes hold of the ornithopter and pushes off, trying to figure out what's the door and what's more walls in here.

Judith nods and clings.

All the actual knights she's got, and yet whenever she's in a tight spot, there's always some guy they probably wouldn't consider appropriate.

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