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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Have a Padawan

[pink_haired_padawan]

(OOC: Molly's canon point is somewhere before Changes :D Let's not break the girl just yet.)

Molly had been on a health kick lately. Okay, it wasn't really her kick. It was her attempt to kick her Jedi Master in the nuts and not die of heart disease before he was a measly Wizardly 150. All that coke and coffee for breakfast wasn't good either. So, Harry and Molly had a deal going. Sure, Harry bitched and moaned about it but he was going to eat that whole wheat toast and drink some orange juice. A can of Coke was not the breakfast of champions.

Also, she was really sorry for almost blowing up his lab during their last practice session. Breakfast made up for that right?

Quelling the fire on the stove and shoving more ice in Harry's actual ice box of a refrigerator, Molly plopped down two plates of eggs, toast and 2 glasses of orange juice. Before she could eat, and look up to see if Mouse or Mister wanted some breakfast too, Molly felt something. Something Bad.

And then she wasn't in Harry's apartment. She was in some weird, and rather lame club filled with smoke from protesting technology.

She took one look around. Panicked. And veiled. With any luck no one would bump into her.

pfft Coke is totally the breakfast of champions Molly XD

[wizard_is_wizarding]

Harry has seen a lot in his time wizarding and private detecting, but he's never been suddenly transported somewhere from outside his apartment. Lasciel's name comes to mind, but this is completely unlike any of her previous tricks (there are no hot tubs, for one, and no sweetly beautiful visions of her for another). This isn't the Nevernever, either.

Which leaves ... what, exactly?

Harry raises his amulet, willing power into it to create a portable light and frowning. He's never been anywhere like this. Not like that. He's been in plenty of bars, just not any like this.

He turns, looking around through the smoke of the dying lights, the acrid cloud tickling his throat.

And just there, there's a spot where the smoke shifts ... oddly around an apparently empty patch of air. Someone is veiled.

Harry glances down at Mouse. The big dog is still growling, but when Harry tugs on the lead, he turns around to face the patch of drifting smoke. And stops growling.

Which tells him everything he needs to know.

"Molly." Great time for his apprentice to show up.

[pink_haired_padawan]

Molly turned around, not that he could see it, and dropped the veil. She gave him a disappointed sigh--obviously she still had work to do. Not that Harry could veil his way out of a paper bag. That at least made her feel a LITTLE better. And he wasn't asking her how many of those stupid beads she could move. That hadn't been nice Harry.

"Know where we are? I was cooking breakfast--someone has to feed you something besides coke, pizza and Burger King. And then wham. This is pretty lame for a bar. And the Outer Space thing?" She pointed to the windows. "Extra lame. So have we been kidnapped by bad guys with super bad taste?"

She crouched down to give Mouse a hug and a scruff and looked around at the other occupants. To say she was a little at odds with the others appearance was putting it mildly. Her hair was neon, and she was pierced in places that no else seemed to be. Seriously. Lame Ass Club.

[wizard_is_wizarding]

Just great. Molly really has a way of showing up at the worst moments. Though at least here there's nobody jumping out of the shadows to kill him, which is a thing that happens way too much for Harry's liking. He sure has a way of attracting trouble.

"It was the smoke, kid," he tells her, in response to the question she hadn't asked. It was a good veil, and if it wasn't for the smoke, he probably wouldn't have known she was there. (She really is getting good at that. Way, way better than he'll ever be. Subtlety. Never his thing.)

"Don't knock the Coke and pizza," he tells her, but there's little actual bite in his words; he's too busy frowning at their surroundings.

It's actually a really good question. Really good one.

"Mouse knew something was up," he says. "It sure seems like kidnapping, but I've never heard of anything like it."

[pink_haired_padawan]

"Damn, I thought I had everything covered." And then, sheepishly, she looked around for her father, hoping he didn't just catch her swearing. Granted, after the tattoos and piercings, swearing was probably the least of her worries. At least her mom didn't seem to be here.

When Molly was content that there was no former Knight of the Cross lurking around, she relaxed a bit more. It would have been really bad if They had managed to get Michael too. With all the angelic cavalry around the Carpenter house, busting in there almost suicidal. Her father had gotten an awfully nice retirement package. Too bad Wizards didn't get nice retirement packages like that.

"So what do we do now? Order drinks and pretend we're having fun? Or I could veil and see if I overhear anything. I'll account for the smoke this time, I promise."

[wizard_is_wizarding]

That's the problem with being the Jedi Master. People expect you to have the wisdom of Yoda or something to go with the ass-kicking ability. Especially your padawan. Harry crinkles his brow, glaring around the ... yeah, it's a bar. Or it looks like a bar.

"Hell's bells," he grumbles, then winces, remembering his determination to try to avoid blasphemy or excessive swearing around the Carpenters. At least Charity's not around. "This looks like something off the set of Star Trek."

Molly stands out in a crowd, but ... in this crowd, Harry's going to stand out, too. Especially if anyone makes the connection between the tall guy in the coat who just appeared out of nowhere and the sudden sparks shower from the lights.

He lets out a breath.

"Okay, Grasshopper. You veil and take a look around. And I will go see if this place has anything decent to drink. Let me know what you hear."

[pink_haired_padawan]

Molly stuck her tongue out at Harry. Sometimes being the student just stucked. And since she wasn't around her parents, she was allowed to say that. Or think it. Her parents would probably flip if they knew all the things she thought about. Her nose scrunched up and she frowned.

"You're no fun." But she couldn't let the Star Trek thing just go. The scowl melted away and she grinned and jumped up and down a bit like a child. "I KNOW! I'm so excited. It feels like I'm actually there. Now before you say anything, it's the 21st century. I'm allowed to like both."

And with that she scrunched up her face in concentration, waved her hands a bit and disappeared, remembering factor in the smoke this time too.