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

[asklepian]

Julian smiles and settles in across from her.

"I do hope I'm not too much of a distraction. What are you working on?"

[writes_with_digital_ink]

"If I didn't mind distraction I'd be holing myself up in my room," Gaila says. Besides, he's pretty.

"I, uh, I'm trying to catch up the last ninety years of computing theory." Her mouth curves, the expression wry. "That's one thing they don't tell you about being stuck in the future."

[asklepian]

"At least it's only 90 years. I'm afraid I have the advantage there, I seem to have found myself in the past--not too far, though." Julian shakes his head.

"This year, the version of me native to this timeline is still at the Academy. I'm not sure which way I'd rather have it."

He curls his hands around the cup of tea he's holding. "Have you spoken with some of the engineers already? I know a few of them personally, a few years later at least, and all of them are brilliant."

Especially the Chief, but he's biased.

[writes_with_digital_ink]

"...So there's two of you existing at once?"

That seems somewhat paradox-inducing. And yet, the universe seems to be carrying on.

"And I have, actually! But there's so much I need to relearn and they are so busy. And the version of me in this timeline never was at the Academy anyway, so no one knows what my status should be."

Temporally lost civilian?

[asklepian]

"We haven't exactly met, but yes." And knowing Temporal Investigations, it was going to stay that way. No shore leave on Earth for Julian. Not that he would really particularly care to take it.

"It's not altogether unheard of, though the only other example I know involves a transporter accident..."

Julian shrugs, waves it off. Story for another time. "Well, most likely you'll have your same rank, I would think. Perhaps they'll test you on the current standards, but with a bit of study you'll surely catch right up. If that was what you wanted, of course."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

"It is. All the reasons I wanted to join Starfleet still apply."

There is a touch of defensiveness there, but then again, she's an Orion. Even in the future, it seems, people still look at her and think pirate, or slave.

(She really, really hates the Syndicate.)

"Um, I'm sorry, Gaila betIlley, Acting Ensign and Cadet."

[asklepian]

And Julian evidently put his foot in it again, from her tone. He really didn't mean it that way.

"Oh, no, please, if I am being an ass do remind me of it. The usual people who take it upon themselves to keep me in line aren't about." He smiles, looking a bit sheepish. "I honestly didn't mean it that way, but I do have a bit of trouble with my mouth sometimes."

"Lieutenant Julian Bashir. Or Doctor, if you prefer. Chief Medical Officer of a station that doesn't exist yet."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

She lets out a quick breath, and her smile is crooked.

"I can have a, uh, what Humans call it. A chip on the shoulder?" That one.

Moving on-

"Nice to meet you, sir."

[asklepian]

"And I can have an astounding propensity to say completely the wrong thing. I really do apologize." His mind and mouth are not always in sync, and the filter there is not the best one.

"I think despite the tea, I'm really rather too drunk to be on duty, even if I had it, so just Bashir would be fine."

He's only very slightly buzzed, so drunk is really exaggerating things.

[writes_with_digital_ink]

"Just Bashir, then."

Gaila slants him a glance.

"So now we have three Chief Medical Officers on-board. How are you finding that?"

[asklepian]

"I feel rather redundant, honestly," he says with a laugh. Though it can be guaranteed that not a one of them is going to have to pull ridiculously long shifts in sickbay and be too tired to be effective at their jobs.

"Pretty soon it'll be standing room only in Sickbay, just because there's so many doctors floating about."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

That gets a quick laugh of her own.

"On the plus side, there should be plenty of opportunity for away missions."

[asklepian]

"There is that." He's had rather enough excitement to last him a while, though, so he's looking forward to what will hopefully be a quiet spell.

Though he doubts it.

"Well, if we have to be stuck anywhere the Enterprise is by far the best."

[writes_with_digital_ink]

Gaila grins.

"Some things never change. She was the ship to be on in my time."