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!]

Comments

[stark_spangled]

Steve knows the rules. No civilians on the bridge, in engineering, or tampering with the transporter rooms. For the most part, he follows those rules and goes through the proper channels to get the attention of the captain or his chiefs of staff. For the most part.

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--?!"

[clumsyknight]

Goofy, in Goofy fashion, more less toppled over at being nearly collided into in his effort to avoid the young man. "Well, hey there feller, what's got you in such a rush, a-hyuk!"

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."

[stark_spangled]

What.

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.

[clumsyknight]

Goofy 'a-hyuk'ed again and waved his gloved hand at the young man. "Aw, don't'chu worry 'bout that! I've been through worse with the heartless an' all."

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.