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

[am_sass_ador]

Humility isn't really something she's used to seeing among Klingons. It's what made spending time with humans so refreshing. Her smirk changed to more of a smile. "It's okay. I don't think anyone's wanted to draw me before. Especially not half so well. My name is K'ehleyr." Position didn't really matter right now. It would probably only fluster him further. She did reach a hand over for a shake, though.

[stark_spangled]

He smiles, full of quiet pride at the compliment, immediately reaching over to shake her hand while he smooths down a tie that isn't there. It's been a while since he's worn that uniform, but the gesture is routine.

"Captain Steve Rogers," he says. "Thank you, ma'am. I find it hard to believe no one has wanted to draw you before. I'll, uh. I'll be sure to ask permission next time."

He pauses. In fact... "Permission to continue?"

[am_sass_ador]

She smiled and nodded to him to continue. "Klingon men are not predisposed to the arts. The visual ones, anyway. They lack the patience and subtlety." It was stated as an observation, not a judgment. Of course, that difference was one of the things that set Worf apart from most.

[stark_spangled]

He's relieved by her positive reply, settling back in with his pencil. Each stroke is careful, slow, and precise, making sure he gets the structure and depth right before he starts shading in the details.

"I've only met one Klingon before now, ma'am," he says, splitting his attention between her face and the paper. "When I was in the war, there weren't too many human fellas who sat around doodling either. Sometimes art gets looked at as not being manly enough. I think the measure of a man can be judged by the details he notices and the gentleness of his hand, more than the body count he leaves behind."

He makes absolutely certain to get her smile right. It's a nice smile, and he'd hate to do it an injustice.

[am_sass_ador]

"That Klingon was Lieutenant Commander Worf, right?" She smiles at his commentary. "Who did you fight for? You're not Starfleet. You'd fill out the uniform quite nicely, though." She ran her fingers over her stomach. She put a hand up to stop him before he could respond to that. "Please, forgive me. My tongue gets away from me more often now than it used to. Hormones."

[stark_spangled]

A flash of heat creeps up Steve's neck, leaving the tips of his ears pink, but along with embarrassment he graces her with a small, amused smile. He's been told worse things.

"Lieutenant Commander Worf, that's right," he nods, giving more shape to her lips before moving on to her jawline. "He's, um. Dedicated. I'm not sure I'd last long in Starfleet if he was the model to live up to.

"I fought back on Earth for the United States Army. World War I. Uh, a big deal back in the 20th century. I picked up missions with an organization shortly after that." Well, shortly for him, 70 years later for the rest of the known world. He clears his throat, and shifts in his seat. "How far along are you?"