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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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"Hang on there, kid."
Harry reaches to his throat with his good hand and reaches for the silver amulet resting against the fabric of his shirt. He's already killed the lights, so a little more magic probably isn't going to hurt.
He hopes.
He reaches for the amulet, gathering his will and channeling it into the silver emblem, making it glow blue, perhaps a little eerie in the sudden dark. He winces as he holds it out, the light throwing shadows of more than one suddenly endarkened person.
Harry Dresden knows how to make an entrance. Goes with the black coat.
Before Harry has a chance to decide what to do next, Mouse makes the move for him, trotting forward on his lead, with a firm determination that gives Harry little choice but to either follow him or wind up bowled over by the sheer force of the big dog's determination.
Mouse seems to have a destination in mind. It is, of course, the fallen kid, and when they get to him, Mouse noses over, sniffing at the ground, then pressing his nose to the boy. In the dim lights of the amulet, Harry can see Mouse's tail waving, whatever it was he'd been growling at apparently forgotten.
"You okay there?"
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Suddenly he sees something glow blue. Andrew's gaze snaps towards the source of light. Is that magic?
"That tickles, boy," Andrew lets out with a tiny laugh escaping him. His small hands reach out to stroke the large friendly dog. Andrew just detects a big friendly and determined creature. There is no danger for him in petting this friendly dog.
"I'll be okay," Andrew tries to assure Harry. "I just don't like the dark too much."
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Then again, Mouse is a sucker for having a fuss made about him.
Harry winces.
"Uh. Yeah. Sorry about that. I, uh, don't have a great relationship with technology."
As in, he can kill it just by walking into the room. Walking into the room and holding up his shield while feeling a sudden sense of surprise, shock, and, yes, okay, some fear?
Yeah. Sparks.
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"I'm a little bit different too." He doesn't usually admit this but maybe it is a kind of magic. He glances up a little sadly.
"It's not something that I can 'turn off' either." His fingers search for a spot to see if he can get Mouse to really wag his tail. Andrew does love dogs. "I don't like talking about it usually."
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Harry crouches down beside Mouse, the better to talk to the kid. He towers over most people he meets, let alone kids. That's the trouble with being all tall and lanky like he is. The bottom of his duster fans out on the floor behind him, and he unclips Mouse's lead and shoves it into his pocket. It's not like the dog actually needs it, mostly.
Mouse is enthusiastically licking the kid, his tail wagging madly.
"I'm a wizard. Goes with the territory. Magic and technology don't mix."
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Andrew just seems very relaxed now. He glances up through his bangs that probably need a decent trim at Harry.
"Really?" A wizard. That's a little different. "Neat!"
Of course it's neat. Magic is neat. "Sometimes...."
Andrew's expression goes a little distant. A little sad because he misses his uncle. "Sometimes my Uncle John encounters weird things on his cases. He's a police detective."