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

[immutablysam]

"Sam... Sam Bowe." Sam replies, remaining rather rude, by most standards, given the casual informality and feet kicked up on the edge of the table.

"I'd offer you a drink, but they don't serve booze here. Just stuff that sort of tastes a little like it."

[imperatrices]

She's used to that kind of informality — certainly she can't stop Iori from putting his feet up on the table in the dorm lounge — but that doesn't mean she has to engage in it herself. To say it can be difficult to get Mitsuru to relax is a bit of an understatement.

She shakes her head at the abortive offer. "That's all right. I'm afraid I'm not old enough yet, regardless." Her bearing and looks may suggest otherwise, but Mitsuru is only eighteen, and even in Japan not yet of age to drink. Even if there were real alcohol here, she's not sure she'd try it.

"This 'god'... Has anyone tried to communicate with it?"

[immutablysam]

"Not... old enough?" Well, ok. Strange rules.

"Don't know much about that. Given some of the folks here, pretty sure they have. Best I can tell, it just doesn't listen well, or care. Just thinks all of this is funny."

[imperatrices]

Mitsuru blinks, then looks at Sam a little quizzically.

"Yes. In Japan, it's illegal to drink alcohol if you're younger than twenty years old."

The answer to her question doesn't make her feel any better, unfortunately. The last thing she wants to be is the butt of someone's joke — god or not. "I see," she says, frowning slightly.

There's a pause. She doesn't know why she's thinking this, or what would even move her to ask, but—

"This may seem like an odd question, but what year was it for you, before you arrived here?"

She's already guessed that wherever this is now, it's far in her own future... and the way Sam looks, is dressed, talks has begun to make her wonder. (It would certainly explain why his Japanese sounds so strange.)

[immutablysam]

"Twenty... huh, ok."

Sam shifts attention to the new question. "Depends on which calendar. One I think most folks here know best, 1819."