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

[lord_of_arms]

Firion jumped at the voice in the room, turning around to spot the woman with white hair. He blinked at the blue light before turning to her when she addressed him sharply. "I have no rank, miss. But my name is Firion. My country is Fynn."

Well, he hoped it was Fynn. It was Fynn, right? He wished his memories would return, but he supposed that's what happened when you don't fully return to your own world. Memories are fuzzy, for the moment.

[heraldsavil]

Her eyes are measuring for a few moments before she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. She'd never heard of Fynn but that didn't mean much. Not when a mental sweep showed that they were in a metal city floating in space. At last she relaxed and even started glancing around the room. Savil is totally judging the person who thought yellow stripes on black was a good choice of decor.

"It's a pity you have no rank, young Firion. If we were back in Valdemar I'd at least guess you to be a merc of some kind if not some sort of soldier. You have the look of one," the woman nodded towards his armor and weapons after completing her inspection of the room. Even as short as she was the young man wearing full armor and an arsenal like that at his disposal wasn't intimidating. Actually, she was cautiously approving of his preparedness.