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]

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.