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.

Comments

Ten Forward!

[donthidemycigs]

"You look like shit," the woman beside him offers helpfully.

She's older, pushing 60 (but don't you dare say she looks a day over 35), ginger hair a little tousled. She's slouched in a lab coat, taking drags off a cigarette while the bourbon in her hand settles. It's her fourth, so there's no rush. Let the ice melt.

She eyes him sidelong, crow's feet marking years of speculation and doubt. "Try the blue stuff. It'll give you a kick in the ass you could use."

[notalwaysstrong]

And Mack turns slightly in his seat to look at the older woman. His steely blue eyes cast down her quickly, taking in everything they can in the split second Mack allows his gaze to linger. Unless you're good at spotting that kind of thing, you'd be forgiven for thinking that nothing happened at all...

Instead, Mack seems to continue with the conversation with a derisive snort.

"Think I've had my ass beaten enough times, thanks." He remarks, taking up the bottle of beer set in front of him. He takes a gulp, before pausing...

And takes another, swilling it around his mouth... Then he frowns at the bottle.