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TEST DRIVE #6 - The Bridge 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 Enterprise's 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. The Bridge: Well, aren't you a lucky duck? You've found yourself in hallowed quarters. Wherever you were before, you're not there anymore. Now you're in a room that could be some kind of command center or control room; there's a captain's chair flanked by seats for his chief officers, computer panels and stations at each interior wall, and before you a broad viewscreen that shows the wide expanse of space rushing towards you. Have you ever wanted to be a starship captain for a day? Well, here's your chance. Feel free to roam around, but try not to touch anything shiny.
[OOC: The Bridge isn't usually available for in-game posts, so if you've ever wanted to play there, here's your chance!]
Goofy Goof | Kingdom Hearts | Option Two
Hello there, don't mind the anthropomorphic dog now on the bridge.
"Hm, don't think I was on one just a minute ago..." A gloved hand scratches at his chin as he looks quite thoughtful. Unlike Donald, Goofy wasn't prone to panicking right away. Surely there was an explanation for this! He grinned. "Aw, shucks, this is probably one of them jokes, huh? Sora, Donald, c'mon on out! You got me!"
Hm, how strange, normally they were quick to come to him. He walked about the bridge, trying his darndest not to disturb anyone at their station. Which, of course, meant he was accidentally bumping into everyone. "Oops, sorry, pardon me!"
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But given the fact that the knight was here, it was entirely too possible that Sora could also be found nearby, and given his current state, he had no desire to encounter the boy.
Hopefully he could locate an exit from the room before the knight spotted him or bumped into him.
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He was ready to shield bash if need be!
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"I haven't seen either of those two in some time. In fact, I had no idea you were even here until I saw you." He's too exhausted right now to even begin making heads or tails of the scents he's being bombarded with since he's arrived here.
Is a temporary truce too much to ask for? He thinks it might be, though he is tempted to ask for one regardless if things look like they're headed toward violence.
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It's relief and joy all rolled into one.
"Goofy!"
Oh, man, is he ever glad to see him.
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Because clearly Donald had to be around too, right?
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The young boy shrugs.
"I've been looking for you guys too, but so far we're the only ones here."
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The knight only just got here, so he wasn't sure exactly what was going on. He didn't get the feeling these people were bad though. "Any ideas on where we are? This is one big gummi ship!"
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Sora's expression sobers.
"And we're really, really far away from where we're supposed to be."
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Steve isn't opposed to breaking the rules when the situation demands it.
He's expecting to be stopped by one of the security officers when the turbolift doors open, to get a sharp word from the captain, or to even be physically removed (or for someone to try, anyway); what he isn't expecting is to nearly collide with a walking, talking dog.
"Wh--?" he blusters, taking a quick step to the right. And then his eyes widen. "How--?!"
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He still grinned, picking himself back up and brushing himself off. He then leaned over as if to whisper. "I don't think we're s'pose ta be in there, y'know. Just got shooed out m'self."
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What.
What.
Steve's a sharp guy, usually quick-witted and fast on his feet, but there are some things his inherent smartness and serum-enhanced reflexes still can't quite process. Steve, like any artist worth their salt, has always admired Mr. Disney and his animations. Seeing Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs at the local nickelodeon changed his life. So this isn't just a walking, talking, physics-defying dog; this is the manifestation of some of Steve's deepest, truest dreams. Standing right in front of him. Interacting with him, like this is all normal.
"Uh, I'm sorry," he says, long seconds after Goofy has righted himself. He gives his head a little shake. "I'm sorry for knocking you over. Are you OK?"
It may be several more seconds before he processes the question and the stage whisper. In the meantime, don't mind Steve while he looks a little star-struck.
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Then, he jumped a little before giving Steve a small bow and then he held out his hand. "Pardon me, where're my manners? I'm Goofy! Pleased to meet'cha!"
Because Goofy was nothing if not polite, unlike perhaps the what Steve was used to seeing. Not that Goofy would know that he was a cartoon, of course. Or that he had gone through many incarnations, the clumsy royal knight was only one of many.
And they were on a gummi ship, right? Which meant he didn't need to be completely secretive with this young feller about other worlds.