ten_fwd_ooc | TEST DRIVE #6 - The Bridge and Ten Forward

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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!]

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Yes in the grand scheme of things his sins are far worse than hers but she swore to herself she would never wrong him. Not after what happened with Zelena. "I don't have to be perfect." She replies softly. "But I don't want to be a coward anymore." Especially not one weak enough to take advantage of her own husband.

She still can't bring herself to look him in the eyes. She's just floundering at the moment. "Rumpel deserves better than that."

She lets out a sigh. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be dumping any of this onto you."

"Don't worry about. We're family. And I would never call you a coward. You're so strong. I mean, look at you. You worry over the littlest things because of your love for Rumplestiltskin. No one else could do that. And I know if he was here, he'd say that he doesn't deserve you."

He continues his smile and speech. "I think to him, you are perfect."

She finally looks up at him with a sad smile. Hesitantly, she reaches up to touch his face. That gesture is moreso to make sure he's real then secondly it's affectionate. "You know you remind me of him a little which is strange since I guess we're just your grandparents. Well, he's your grandfather anyway." She never quite was a mother to Neal, and even if he says their family she still doesn't think she ever made it to being called anything like Nana.

The idea amuses her however. She's way too young for that. "Thanks." She draws her hand back. "I hope he forgives me like you said."

"You're never just anything. You're my grandmother. And you always will be." The smile widens when she touches him, seemingly believing him now.

"I know he does. I know he will. He loves you and he never stopped." Oh shit, past tense. Will she realise he's dead too? Quick, change the subject! "Why don't we find somewhere else to sit and have a drink and catch up?"

It helps that he has such intimate knowledge of Rumpel. She would expect the two of them to get closer over time once Henry started to see Gold as his grandfather. She just never expected to be seen as grandmother even if she was married to Gold. When it came to family matters she often felt like the odd one out, but it didn't trouble her very much. She knew she wanted to be there in any capacity she could be but she's been displaced most of her life. It wouldn't have hurt her feelings if Henry hadn't ended up considering her family. "You're very sweet." She snickers. "Charming even." Oh the puns.

See, she doesn't catch the past tense. He already mentioned that she died so she just assumed he meant that Gold didn't stop loving her after that. "Sure, though I still have no idea where we are or where would even get a drink." She finally takes a good look around the room. "I don't think I've ever seen a place like this before."

She tucks the dagger away in her jacket for now, and moves toward the door. Some of the buttons are label. Technology is not her forte. "I'm not even sure where to start. They're labeled as decks." Whatever that means.

Henry chuckles. That pun was awful but he loved it. "Well, I have been told I take after both grandfathers in different ways."

Moving over to the obvious doors, he pressed the button and they opened. "We can but try." Going inside however, there were no buttons in the usual place. Not wanting to use magic on something he had idea about, he looked around for something different. There was a panel on the wall but again, he wasn't sure he wanted to play about with it. "How do you work?" He muttered.

"That's an understatement." If she wanted to be truthful he made her nervous in some ways. Why? Well he isn't just charming he's gorgeous. She'd be lying if she said his smiles didn't make her heart flutter in a bashful sort of way. After all she's only human as he said. Still, she thinks it's probably illegal to have such great genes. He must be very popular with the ladies. At least he doesn't sound much like Rumpel when it comes to voice. That would make this five times worse for her.

She's his grandmother for crying out loud.

She follows through. Obviously it's an elevator. If the buttons are unlabeled. . ."Let me try." She glances up a bit. "What are they called--right--Computer?" But where does she ask it to go. "The lounge area?" When it responds back with a confirmation her smiles widens.

Ten Forward. Deck 10

"I'm surprised you couldn't guess." She teases. "I saw you reading all those comics from time to time."

He chuckled again and let her have a look. Impressed that she made it work, the turbolift started moving and he gave her an eyebrow raise at the teasing.

"This isn't comic book material. You know there's a difference between science and magic. This is like science and superheroes are like magic. Completely different."

Besides, being into comic books did not mean you were into science fiction. And this looked very science fiction. But he was glad she was accepting his identity more readily now. It helped.

"You never know. I never did get my hands on any of those. I figured it was too much to ask when Rumpel had already given me a library." That took her several years to get through all of the material. Even for a small library and it quiet the selection and she had plans to expand it but life is Storybrooke was never cohesive with that. Events happened one right after the other and it made it hard to find any down time.

"There's only a difference for people who can't use magic." She raises a brow. "Didn't you say you had some now?"

"Oh you did in my time." He winked, remembering the events fondly, but the smile faltered slightly at the mention of magic. He really didn't want to have to explain his current magical status to Belle of all people.

"Er, yeah. I do." Luckily the doors opened at the moment and Henry stepped out, looking around. "This way?"

She giggled some herself, idly carding a hand through wavy hair. The change in tone is something she catches but she isn't sure why it bothers her. Can he not control his powers right now? Elsa had that issue when she had harsh emotional reaction to something.

"If we get lost we can always ask someone." She assumes if this the deck with a lounge there will be more people around. "And I'm sorry." She adds. "I didn't mean to pry." It's unknown to her why it makes him uncomfortable but the least she can do is not make it any worse.

"Why don't we try this hallway?" She heads in that direction. Is anything on this ship labelled? She hopes so. It's terrible to navigate through halls that all look the same.

Henry nods but feels bad that she's apologised when she did nothing wrong. He sighs softly and explains. "It's okay. I'm just not used to you seeing me with magic. It's complicated." He had no doubts that she would hate him if he told her the truth.

He nods again and follows her down a hallway. "Hey. I can hear people this way." And at last, they had found the lounge!

"Rumpel's had magic for as long as I've known him. I'm not, strictly speaking, new to it. I wouldn't judge you if that's what you're getting at." It's hard to judge anyone when she'd married to the Dark One.

Ah the Ten Forward lounge. Talk about a sight to see with different species intermingling together. Some dressed in Starfleet uniforms and some more casually. Wait are those aliens or are those costumes? One thing gets answered when they enter the lounge in light of the huge curved windows close to some of the tables.

"Um, Henry." She blinks. "I don't think we'll be getting back to anywhere we're familiar with any time soon." Are those stars out there? This is pretty sophisticated if it's just an airplane but she gets the feeling that it isn't.

"I'm...pretty sure...you would." He said sadly but then he noticed the stars and his eyes widened. This was bad. Cool. But bad.

Walking slowly towards the windows, he looked out into space. Belle was right. There was no way to get home from here. Not by their own means. He let out a deep breath and headed instead for the bar. He needed a drink.

She trails after. She doesn't know why she's sad all of a sudden. This should be exciting they're in space! Why doesn't she see it that way.

"How did we get in space?"

It's normal to pass from the Land of No Magic to anywhere else such as the Enchanted Forest, or Neverland but--this just seemed far-fetched.

"Better yet where are we going?"

Henry asks the bartender for something with alcohol in it since he had no idea how things worked here. And he couldn't really answer Belle's question with any certainty either.

"No idea." He shrugged, appearing not phased by the situation.

Belle doesn't bother to ask for anything. She just slips into a chair at an empty table.

"It'd be nice if people started to ask before ripping people from one world to the next." He's taking this rather well which is even stranger. It makes her question if he's been here before.

Henry sips at the drink he got. It doesn't have the same kick but it works as a distraction and that's the main reason he got it.

"I agree. But where's the fun in that for the bad guys?"

"They have more willing victims?" She tries to make that sound better but it doesn't work. Belle sighs.

"I could use a break from being a part of other people's plans." A slight frown but it doesn't stay for long. "Can I ask you about your life?" Her tone a little timid. "I'd like to know, but only if you want to share. Since we're stuck here I figure we have all the time in the world."

"From my experience, it's more fun when the victims aren't willing." He shrugged again, worried about her other question.

"You can ask." That didn't mean he would answer. He's on edge now, scared of her reaction to how he got his magic in the first place. At least he didn't have the same crocodile skin Rumplestiltskin had.

She chuckles. "Don't start forming bad habits."

She tilts her head to the side. "Well do you have a family now? I figure you're old enough to be married if you've met anyone yet." She smiles. "What are some of your hobbies now? I mean the sky's the limit. There are a lot of years missing between the both of us."

Oh, if only she knew. He chuckled too to hide the irony.

"I have a wife and a son." He pulls out his wallet from his back pocket, pulling out a photograph of the three of them. "Alleyne and Noah. He's about six in this photo so it's quiet old. But I think he'll always be that age to me." Certain magical abilities don't help that.

"As for hobbies, I don't really do that much. I run the pawn shop now. Noah's actually the sheriff. And the rest of my free time I spend with my family."

"They're darling." She leans in to take a closer look at the picture. "I wish I could meet them." And she is the most sincere when she says that. She does find it odd he took over the pawnshop, but perhaps Rumpel left it to him to keep all those magical items in the family and away from others.

"Do you spend all your time in Storybrooke or can we still not cross the town line in the future?" From her point in time it was just a wall surrounding the town but who knows. They haven't had much luck leaving regardless.

"You do. Noah adored you at that age." He winked. All the grandparents and great-grandparents had spoilt him rotten. Not to mention his own mother. Henry sometimes feels like the only one not under the kid's magic spell.

"Personally, yes. I don't see any reason to leave when my family is in town. But it is possible for others to leave so there are descendants all over the east coast now. At least. I haven't really been able to keep in touch with them all so who knows how far we've spread." He laughs and puts the photo back so it's safe.

It brings her a lot of happiness to hear that as she's sure she wouldn't exactly be having children of her own. After what happened to Neal she crossed that off her list of things to do in life. That had more to do with Rumpel suffering the loss of the child and her not wanting to bring that back up by trying to have one of their own. "I would think so."

"Storybrooke is small. While I wouldn't want to leave I still want to see the rest of the world. I've become less and less of a fan of small spaces." From being confined to a castle (somewhat), then imprisoned, and then trapped again in town. She about had it with limitations.

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