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

[captgreatcoat]

School. Great. He's just flashed from the Hub to who knows where and he winds up with a schoolgirl. Though a remarkably composed one, so it could be worse. A lot worse.

"And where was that school? Because I ought to be in Cardiff," he says, looking around the ... apparently bar. Bar on a spaceship. Right. That's a hell of a jump unless there's something going on up above Earth that neither Torchwood nor UNIT have found on their sensors.

Which ... is not impossible.

[electro_kinetic]

"Salem Center, New York," she answers, though to her credit, she shouldn't be any kind of schoolgirl Jack's ever seen before. Even discounting the utter lack of a uniform, unless you count denim shorts that might get her arrested in certain countries, Noriko's not your average Japanese chick.

The blue hair might be negotiable on that count, the metal gauntlets that are covering her arms to the elbows and are periodically webbing over with electricity are not. "A place which we are not, I can tell you now. Look around, there's a lot of us who have no idea how we got to this special corner of where the hell are we."

[captgreatcoat]

"I can see that," he agrees, and takes a couple of steps towards the window. Space, no obvious landmarks like planets, nebulae, or noticeable constellations anywhere to be seen. "I'd guess we're not even anywhere close to Earth."

It's actually not an unfamiliar look. Jack deals all the time with people who've just had crazy things happen to spacetime around them or run ins with aliens, or any of the other joys that life in Cardiff throws at people. The same sort of stunned shock is pretty obvious around them.

"Not a design of spaceship I've ever seen, either."

He turns back to look more closely at her. Pretty, late teens, with hair a shade of blue he associated with alien races from distant star systems rather than humans, but dyeing technology has come a long way since 1869.

Really, it's the gauntlets that are ... interesting. They're like nothing he's ever seen on a human before.

They're sparking.

"Are your wrists meant to be doing that?"