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TEST DRIVE #2 - The Holodeck/Ten Forward

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.
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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!]
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In her defense, though, the neon pony beads in the loose mohawk strip of her hair are interspersed with black. It's not that overwhelming
to a blind person, maybe. "Hm?" She asks, still squeezing, pressing, and squishing the putty between her fingers. It looks like a somewhat slimier version of silly putty, to be honest. "Oh, uh. Yeah," she says, looking around. "Pretty sure this is one of the Cuckoos' doing." The sisters--the three left, anyway--like to practice on the rest of the student body.no subject
Billy settles down to talk to her, still fixated on the putty she's squeezing. It looks like the familiar toy, but not quite, and that's endlessly fascinating.
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Him staring at her hands is getting a little worrisome, though. "Okay, what are you staring at?"
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He continues by looking up and frowning apologetically. "I'm sorry, that putty just caught my eye. I was wondering where you found it."
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As for the putty, she balls it up, kneading it a few times, and holds it up for him to see. "It's for cleaning things that don't need to get wet. Essentially it's viscoelastic liquid silicone with thixotropic agents mixed in," she says. "Great for electronics." Even simple ones like her gauntlets.
"Want to see it?"
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"That's a brilliant idea, actually. I'd love to figure out how to replicate it when I return home."
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Beat.
Okay, the home part didn't make sense. "You know they sell it, right?" Cue digging around in that messenger bag full of crap to pull out the jar.
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Billy shakes his head and smiles at the possibility. "I suppose I missed it," he laughs. "It could be that it hasn't been invented yet, or maybe I never noticed and rigged up a complicated workaround. My special magnets and air pressure took a while, actually."
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She holds up a hand, the tiniest shree of metal rubbing metal accompanying her fingers moving. "Magnets would never come off if they were powerful enough to clean these things up. And I don't want to have to disassemble them every time I have to clean them."
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Billy smiles, hopeful that this will be an interesting talk. "What we were told is that we're on a starship stranded in space, and that our appearance here is a space-time anomaly. I don't know if that's more or less believable to you."
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When Billy lets drop that they're on an actual starship, and are actually stranded, Noriko just stops and blinks. "Um." Oddly, this is not the first time she's heard of such a thing happening. She's been the cause of something similar herself, though she's pretty sure she didn't do it this time.
"Well. It's...yeah," she sighs.
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He rubs his temple when she seems to be lost for words. "It's wild, isn't it? They're not telling us how they're progressing with fixing the engine, and we could be lightyears away from our home planets. There's no easy teleportation across that kind of distance either."
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Billy flops back against the chair, exhaling as he stares at the ceiling.
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"I'm a mutant, I absorb electricity, redirect and channel it out as I choose. These let me regulate how much I end up getting so I don't kill everything electronic in the nearest hundred feet. Or, y'know, electrocute everyone in the room."
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"Wow. Was it difficult to learn how to control it?"
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"Yeah, it wasn't the most intuitive to figure out. But eventually, obviously, I did."
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Because that's the question he loves to ask. It says a lot about the people he meets, he thinks.
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