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]

The Enterprise has a way of interfering with plans, whether they're for good or for evil. The people who show up here usually aren't trying to get here. That's the way it was for Steve, and now he's just trying to figure out how to get back -- or at least put himself to some use while he's stuck here.

This guy, with a shock of white hair and panting heavily, draws his attention. Whether or not he's in distress, he's going to get approached by a six-foot super soldier looking to help.

"Excuse me, sir," he nods, trying to get his attention. "Are you OK?"

[magnetic_magpie]

It's so disorienting. He never needed to get his bearings - his powers, his senses, latch onto the Earth, the Sun, and he just knows. Right now, he has no idea. It's not frightening, not yet, but it could get there.

The voice calls his attention, enough to make him straighten up and at least appear to not lean against the wall. He's a scant two inches taller than Steve, and probably still outweighs him. That's not a good thing, since he's pretty sure he's going to need to sit and soon - his head is starting to pound.

Loudly.

"I'm fine. I'll be all right." Neither of those says he's OK now though. But at least he's focused on Steve, not just staring around the bar. "Sudden headache." That he's willing to admit, nothing else.