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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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"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.
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The man confirms, straightening, a warm grin spreading on his face. "Welcome to space." He repeats.
"As for the "Why," consider yourself a guest."
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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.
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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."
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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.