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!]

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[electro_kinetic]

She turns towards the voice, blinking--it's not out of the realm of possibility that he was speaking to someone else--as she shakes her head.

"Nah. What's an egg cream and does it taste as bad as it sounds?" If it's just egg and cream...ew, no thanks.

[scarred_grin]

"It's a chocolate soda," he says. "No egg at all, and not so much cream either. I've been in the mood for one lately, and the computer here seems to think it's supposed to have vodka in it--don't get me wrong, it's not bad that way, but it's not right either."

Unless things have changed in the past few hundred years. However long it's been.

Could happen.

[electro_kinetic]

"...Huh," she says, shrugging. "Doesn't sound that bad. Like a...carbonated YooHoo, right?" she asks.

Don't get her started on vodka.

It's bad.

[scarred_grin]

"A bit like that, but better," he says. "It has to be made fresh, you can't bottle it. You'd think on a ship this size, there'd have to be somebody from Brooklyn--haven't they seen every war movie ever? You got the kid from Brooklyn, you got some Southerner, you got a black guy and maybe a Latino depending on when your movie's made, and you got the Midwestern farmboy hero. They forgot the kid from Brooklyn, so now we can't have a good egg cream."

[electro_kinetic]

She chuckles. "Don't know about Brooklyn, but I'm from New York. Westchester, though, I'm out in Salem Center. Bunch of quiet houses and quiet, rich old white people."

A set of which, clearly, Noriko is not a member. "I'm more likely to know how you drink hot tea or some shit."

[scarred_grin]

"I was in Philadelphia last, when I was anywhere. I can... heckle the fuck out of anybody, which doesn't really help at ordering any food. Cheesesteaks and beer, maybe?"

Neither of which he's particularly in the mood for.

[electro_kinetic]

She snorts. "Good luck with that, the people around here look like if you tried that, they'd shoot you. Or do something," she says.

[scarred_grin]

"Red velvet cake," he says. "How badly do you think they can mess up red velvet cake? Do you think it'd be food or fabric?"

Well, he likes to eat. Can eat constantly. And testing the limits of the replicators--and trying to sweet-talk them into making things properly, so other people won't have to suffer--seems to be his big new hobby.

[electro_kinetic]

"I don't know, I hate the stuff," she says with a shrug. "I cannot do cream cheese icing, it makes me want to gag."

[scarred_grin]

"I knew a woman in Alabama who'd make you reconsider," he says. "She didn't use cream cheese--it was some top-secret concoction, and if she'd told me what it was, she'd have to kill me. It was fluffy like eating a bowl of kittens, but not disgusting like that probably made it sound. And the cake..."

The cake was the stuff of dreams.

"I crash church picnics. You get the best home cooking there, where everybody brings their specialty. And if you play your cards right, you can get invited back to their parlors afterward and you know how that goes."

If you like home cooking, like he does.

[electro_kinetic]

Okay, he makes Nori laugh.

This in itself is an accomplishment, but the way he puts it is even better. "Okay, okay. I have not eaten any red velvet cake that I ended up liking," she says. "But I don't generally like cake anyway? Ice cream, sure, but cake and cookies and stuff aren't my thing."

Beat. "Unless they're koala cookies, because those things I will eat all day."

[scarred_grin]

"I like everything," he says. "Everything. Except maybe fermented shark, unless I'm really hungry or really drunk. If somebody wants to cook for me, I'll eat it and I'll like it... and if nobody wants to cook for me, I'll find a vending machine to raid, probably. I'm not picky."

There are things he likes more than others, but he appreciates effort.

And turning into a squirrel and stealing from vending machines... always a good time.

[electro_kinetic]

"Fermented...shark," says she, eyebrows quirked. "That sounds like one of those things you feed people just to see the disgusted look on their face," Noriko mutters.

As to the cooking, she shrugs. "If I knew you from Adam, I might consider that, but...I don't."

[scarred_grin]

"It's a way for men to prove their masculinity, as stupid as any other thing is," he says. "You have to ferment it, or it'll kill you. And when it's fermented, you just think it'll kill you."

Scandinavians.

"Adam was a patsy. He never appreciated what he had with his first wife. That's just one of many differences between us."

[electro_kinetic]

"Sounds....like something my friends would do," she says. Or possibly something her roommate thinks Nori herself would do.

Nori herself who is proceeding to stare at Loki in confusion.

"...Okay, clearly that was a bad metaphor."

[scarred_grin]

"Bad metaphors are more fun than good ones," he says. "I'm just saying, I'm Team Lilith all the way back. Why should she be subordinate to some lump of clay? What would make him think he had a right to expect that? I'd have dumped his ass too."

[electro_kinetic]

"I can't say I know enough about what you're talking about to make a decision either way."

[scarred_grin]

"They say," he says. "Adam wasn't created by himself, and Eve didn't get taken from his rib straight away either--there was a woman made at the same time as he was, from the same materials as he was, and that was Lilith. But he wanted her to be subordinate to him, and she said fuck that and left him. And may or may not have gotten it on with demons and become a succubus, but the point is, she knew her own worth."

[electro_kinetic]

Nori blinks.

"Oh right yeah, the Christian mythology thing. Sorry. I'm not one so I never really bothered to look into it? I mean, the whole premise seems confusing, but then so does praying to your dead family for benevolent favors."