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

[just_dewitt]

"They mean something to me. But Polite society and what they call common decency would likely not want to hear what they mean to me." Call him a renegade, a rude man, and a barbarian if you will, but Booker DeWitt will shy from no fight, nor from stating his opinions. It won him across a city and rescued a girl once from durance vile, and worse. A girl who turned out to be his daughter.

And he would walk that path forever, no matter the cost.

His eyes met hers, a little compassionate, and he smiled. And when he spoke, an old time southern drawl colored his voice like it belonged there. "Because I have walked through the valley of the shadow of death, dear lady, and I am afraid of no man, woman, nor destiny. Beliefs are sacred, and meant to be defended, held, cherished. If you wont defend your beliefs in the face of others looking down on you? Well, you're not very much of a person, in my opinion."

And he finished getting dressed, stretching his hands, and flame flickering along one hand, lightning rolling along the other, and almost a flicker of water around them both. He stood like a gunslinger, or a cowboy, or a soldier, and his gaze was both admiring and unafraid.

"Care for a drink with a confident fool?"

[ikissdhimbck]

If it's hellfire he's slinging, let it be true. Kate don't care either which way. Either he's an outlaw or a demon, a magician, a rogue, but all have their uses in one way or another. Because Kate hasn't only defended her beliefs, she's worn the blood of her lover on her skin as the town she once called a home murdered him just inches from where she sat; she's held God's fury in her hand and rained down death on the crooked pig of a lawman who let it happen, and if this fella is going to pontificate like some apostle of justice either he's her ticket to hell or they'll go down swinging together.

Her eyes burn like a blue fire, lips quirked in a smirk that's not awful nice, but no less genuine. It's hard to say whether she's going to shoot him or eat him alive.

"Actually, the answer I was lookin' for—"

She presses her lips to his ear, bodies hugging, voice a sanguinous hum.

"—is because I only kiss the men that I kill. So tell me, Sugar; care for a peck?"

[just_dewitt]

Booker's lips curled and his teeth bared, and his smile was as savage as it was joyous at her words, and he looked to her, eyes lidded low with the eye lids, with a look of sheer lust and warmth and excitement, and challenge.

"Kiss me, woman, for some deaths are worth dying, and some prices are worth paying, if the prize is worth the cost. And no prize, I think, was more so, than that kiss you offer." It's plainly said and yet, out of those plain words, also somehow poetic. It is, well, Booker-ish.

[ikissdhimbck]

She laughs, and the sound is like bells on the breeze, gentle and melodic and cascading, nearly a titter if there were anything innocent about it. She places her hands on his chest, fingers sliding up to his collarbone. It's gentle enough to be inviting, but make no mistake, it's firm. If she wants to, she could turn on a dime and shove him away.

"Big words for a woman y'just met ten minutes ago."

She doesn't move back, but she ain't still, either. Her body is lithe and warm against his, powerful for how petite she is. She don't know him from Adam, but she thinks she likes him.

[just_dewitt]

Booker's hands, slowly and easily, moved to her side, hands coming to rest along her hips, and hot, very hot, as he pressed against her, eyes hot themselves.

"Not big words, just true ones. " And he kissed her, because it was right and it was now, and because, well, he was Booker.

[ikissdhimbck]

If his touch is keen, he'll feel the muscle beneath her layers, the way they tighten and sit poised for action when his hands pause near her guns. She ain't no fool. She knows intimacy makes as good a distraction as any if someone wants to, say, steal a weapon and cause a fuss.

She may be little, but she can handle herself in a tussle, and there ain't no God in this universe who'll have his side if he tries to take her Colt.

So the kiss comes at a small surprise, and though she returns it like a woman who knows what she's doing, a small part of her stays with his hands and her gun. She's chuckling when they break, teeth dragging over his bottom lip.

"Honey, you've got a death wish."

She yanks him back in for another, in part to make sure the job is done right, and in part because it's been a long time since anybody's kissed her like that.

[just_dewitt]

Those muscles were noted, and the tensing as well, and his hands moved away from her guns, not wanting to alarm her, but pressing against her more, hard now, even more than he had been. A strong woman, a beautiful one, and an armed one, damn.

He smirked at her, after the kiss, and started to speak, but met her kiss instead with equal passion and pushed against her, hands rising to her shoulders, to let her feel how strong they were, and how much they wanted to hold her.

When the kiss broke, his smirk was still there. "Not a death wish, Miss, but a willingness to take a chance for something worth it."

[ikissdhimbck]

Again she laughs, like a babbling brook.

She has to admit, having him all pressed up against her like that is intoxicating. She can feel that strength in his hands, and in other choice bits of his anatomy. But is she really willing to turn his public indecency charge to a shared one?

"Again, sir, I question your boldness over somebody you've jus' met."

Her tongue curls on the nicety, as if she don't really mean it. He's a scoundrel, she's willing to bet. No gentlemanly genes to be seen.

"On a ship. In space. Where you jus' showed up, stark naked."

If he ain't questioning his own sanity, Kate sure as hell is. Or perhaps he just thinks this is all some dream.

[just_dewitt]

Booker sighed and stepped back, wrinkling his brow at her and smirked. "As you wish, madame. I'm sure you know better than me." And if there was self-mockery in that, well, be sure he meant it. Booker was a man who had come far, but like himself? No, not ever and not close.

"I've shown up in worse, with worse. But I've never pressed my attentions where they were not wanted." And in the next moment, a transformation purely stylized, happened, as he drew himself up. As if a cloak were drawn over him, his stance, stare, and bearing changed, and he swept her a full court bow, to the ground and back up again.

"I'll beg your pardon and then bid you adieu." He turned, with that, and moved off, stride eating ground as if it was a ravenous man. And perhaps, it was.