TEST DRIVE #2 - The Holodeck/Ten Forward

[tenforward_m]

Where were you a minute ago? Well, you aren't there anymore. Instead, you're standing in a very large, dark room lined with yellow. There are doors at either end of it.

Here's where things get a little choose your own adventure-y. You could:



1: Approach a console filled with buttons, located a few feet away. Press one, and it'll let you out of the room. Travel down a long hallway and you'll be in Ten Forward, the Enterprises' entertainment lounge. Have a drink, mingle and try to figure out why you're here.

OR

2: Maybe you just muttered some vague request under your breath. Maybe you wished aloud you were somewhere else. Or for help? If you did, might be in a fire station. Muttered something about killing whoever dumped you here? Surprise - you're in a slasher movie!

Though they're confusing, these visions feel about as real as they can be. And guess what - other people can experience those fantasies with you, as if they too were really there. How ever will you escape? Or do you want to?

[OOC: Welcome to the Holodeck! If you choose this option, whatever your character chooses to say out loud will cause a virtual reality program to load and play. While your character feels as if what they're experiencing and seeing is quite real, they're purely living through the latest and best in what he Enterprise has to offer in entertainment. Make sure to detail what your character's fantasy is, so that those threading with them will know how to react.

Open til next month's test drive!]

Comments

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[flameandsteel]

Squall wandered over to the lounge and sat heavily in one of the free seats at the bar. He was disoriented, though he was at least a practiced hand at pretending to know exactly what was going on. Someone asked him what he wanted to drink; he muttered something noncommittal and received something he hoped wasn't alcoholic.

It was green. Squall took a sip, then decided he didn't like it.

Instead, he took a look around the room, hoping for something to clue him in on what was going on. Or at least figure out how to blend in better, because for now Squall looked like exactly what he was: a moody teenager dressed in an inappropriately warm fur-lined jacket and also like five belts or something.

[lord_of_arms]

Except Firion probably won the award for standing out. An older teen with blue armor and eight kinds of weapons. He had made it out of the holodeck eventually, but that didn't tell him any more than before other than that he was, indeed, somewhere foreign.

But then, he recognized someone in this room that was suppose to be a bar (it was a bar, right?). "Squall?"

[OOC: I like Dissidia too much but don't worry if Squall's not from there c:]

[flameandsteel]

Squall looked at the stranger for a moment or two, but couldn't place the face. That was nothing new, though.

He put his drink down on a futuristic-looking coaster. "Do I know you?"

[lord_of_arms]

"I..." Firion paused, unsure of what to say. Squall didn't remember him? But he had just seen him! Perhaps... well, every Cycle apparently erased their memories. Perhaps the same was done when he returned home. Would that mean he would forget his friends too?

He gave a soft smile and shook his head. "No, I don't suppose you do. I'm Firion."

[flameandsteel]

"(What's that supposed to mean? Does he know something about me?)"

Squall turned in his seat so that he was at least partially facing Firion -- more than that just wasn't his style. "Pleased to meet you, then. I'm not good with faces."

That was almost an apology.

[lord_of_arms]

Firion nodded. "No, it's alright. We met, once before. At least for me, we have. Perhaps you have no entered the Conflict yet." He shook his head. "But I suppose that's for another time. Do you know where we are?"