TEST DRIVE #6 - The Bridge and Ten Forward

[ten_fwd_mods]

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

[imperatrices]

Mitsuru doesn't quite startle, but she does turn around to face him more quickly than she otherwise might. It's to her credit that she doesn't point the rapier at him — or anyone else, for that matter. She's in shock and out of her depth, but she has more discipline than that.

"Space?" Her voice is disbelieving, but at the same time, it's really rather hard to deny it — it's right there, after all. Her eyes dart back to that starry vista a moment, as if trying to confirm it's actually real, before falling back on the man. He seems profoundly unconcerned — and that bothers her a little.

"This makes no sense. Why am I here?" The and how can I get back home? is implied. Her voice is steady, but inside she is trying very, very hard not to panic.

[in_the_wrong_q]

"Space."

The man confirms, straightening, a warm grin spreading on his face. "Welcome to space." He repeats.

"As for the "Why," consider yourself a guest."

[imperatrices]

Unfortunately, Mitsuru is beginning to get the feeling that he's having a bit of a joke at her expense — and that is not a feeling she likes, especially not on top of the sense of disorientation she's experiencing.

She puts up her sword — she can draw it again in an instant should she need it — and looks back at him, a slight frown creasing her brow.

"A guest of whom, exactly?"

Mitsuru is already beginning to think 'guest' is the wrong word, because that would imply she came here willingly, and she feels rather more like she's been kidnapped.

[in_the_wrong_q]

"Oh, shall we say... The Multiverse?"

The man isn't going to be pretty forthcoming with answers, it seems.

"Relax. Enjoy yourself, the bar's open, but you might not get more than synthetic alcohol." And he leans back in his chair. "Ask around, you might get more information."

[imperatrices]

She'll just stare at him for a moment, because even though she regularly enters an alternate dimension during a temporal anomaly to fight monsters born out of the darkness in people's psyches, the idea of multiple universes seems just a little too far-fetched.

But she's not going to try to make sense of that now, not when she has more imperative things to be doing. This is not the time to relax, no matter what he says.

"Is there someone in charge here? I need to speak with them immediately."

If Mitsuru sounds a little blunt — well, she has a tendency to sound that way, but she's also starting to get annoyed with the lack of straight answers.