TEST DRIVE #6 - The Bridge 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 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!]

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[vainfeathers]

Diaval can't really tell her where she is, considering it's very difficult to articulate complicated ideas with the limitation of being a raven, but he hates so to see a pretty lady with a sad face.

He chirrups gently, hopping forward across the floor. That dagger looks like it's bad news, and he's cautious about it, but not overly afraid.

[chippedvaliance]

Admittedly she has seen stranger than a raven, so when the chirp directs her attention down her expression softens somewhat. Is this someone's pet? Thankfully it's enough to distract her from her own thoughts long enough to get a grip on reality. "Now, who are you?" She murmurs. Belle bends down and cautiously extends a few fingers to possibly touch the Raven's wings. She hopes it won't peck her for trying. She can't look very friendly holding the kris dagger but isn't something she intends to let go of at any point. Now that she's been displaced it's more important than ever to make sure she keeps track of it. That might be a result of her own guilt for using it in the first place. She no longer has the right to touch, like everyone else. "Can you speak?" She might as well ask.

[vainfeathers]

He does so like to be pet--and he can understand the temptation, he is a beautiful creature if he does say so himself.

(Which he does. Fairly often.)

He doesn't peck, and seems to be quite friendly--one could call him tame, but that wouldn't be quite accurate.

He understands her question easily, and shakes his head in a 'no.' He can't speak--well, easily anyway. His throat's not quite the right shape for it.

[chippedvaliance]

Once she knew she wouldn't be pecked she had no problem petting his feathers with gentle grace. She would also have to admit he is quite beautiful, but she may scold him--if she could hear him--for being so full of himself. When the shake of his head comes she is a bit taken aback. So he can understand her. Amazing, this is the sort of thing she reads about in her books. Belle offers her hand for him to climb into. "That's a shame. I've always wondered what animals might say if they could speak." A tilt of her head. "Are you stuck here as well with your companion?" She opts for the word companion as this bird is intelligent. She doubts it would appreciate being called a pet.

[vainfeathers]

Diaval looks around and makes a gurgling cooing sound--not quite sad, because he is still a wild raven and quite self-sufficient, thank you very much--but he is a little lost. He knows his mistress' magic now, after over a decade of it thrumming beneath his feathers, and he can't feel it anywhere nearby. Only that which he carried with him.

It's odd, after so long spent being her wings and eyes. He feels at loose ends. It's not exactly pleasant, like there's an itch he can't reach.

He ruffles his black feathers in agitation. It doesn't do much good at the moment to get worked up about it, as there's nothing at all he can do. He has not the slightest idea where he is or how to get back. May as well find out what he can.

He chatters a bit at the comment about what he'd say if he could talk--he is talking, it's not his fault that no one can understand--and hops into her outstretched hand, mindful of his rather sharp claws.

[chippedvaliance]

It's clear that he misses someone, and honestly, Belle is surprised she can interpret that much. She just wishes she know who that was. They're a very lucky person to have such a charismatic bird by their side. That chatter spurs a small giggle from her. "Now is that any way to talk to a lady?" She chides, teasingly. Once he's in her hand, Belle straightens back up to stand, carrying him along with her as she investigates the bridge. "I wasn't trying to offend you." She brushes a finger by the side of his head, an affectionate gesture. "But I suppose it is naive to think everyone should speak a language humans can understand." She comes up to a panel with lots of buttons next to a door. Where does the door lead? She hasn't the faintest idea. It could just be a hallway or the turbolift. "Now which one to push. . ." She pauses, contemplating. "Do you want to choose the first one?"

[vainfeathers]

Lucky indeed! Diaval would fluff and preen at such praise. (He's terribly modest, you see.) He can't read thoughts, though, so he settles for preening a bit of her hair in acceptance for the comment. It's an annoyance that he can't truly speak at the moment, but she is perceptive enough to understand anyway. Rare enough.

The doors seem to be labeled, but he's not learned to read. He'd have even less an idea than she does. He tilts his head anyway, to get a better look, grumbling thoughtfully. Before he--very distinctly, for a creature without proper shoulders--shrugs.

He appreciates the thought, but there's no way he can navigate them anywhere right now.