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

[abyssum_invocat]

"They make okay kasespaetzle," she murmurs. "it's like noodles and cheese. But everything comes out of the replicator. I don't think there's an actual kitchen."

[goldencobra]

"Replicator? What's that?" He decided it was better to ask about that then the dish that he couldn't pronounce. Besides, if he was sticking around then he needed to know how to feed himself.

[abyssum_invocat]

"The boxes in the wall. It's how they get food and drinks here." She raises a hand, not looking where she's pointing, but unerringly gesturing to said replication device.

[goldencobra]

Henry turned to look at the direction she was pointing and noticed the holes in the walls. "So how to they work? Do they take cards or cash?" He had both but little of the latter.

[abyssum_invocat]

"They don't take money," she says, shaking her head. "You just tell it what you want, and it gives it. I don't know yet what the real price is, but it's not money."

[goldencobra]

"All magic comes with a price." Henry muttered as he made his way over to the machine. He pondered it for a moment, then asked: "Granny's lasagne." The machine spoke back to him. "Request unknown. Please try again." Henry frowned and tried again with a slightly less specific request. "Lasagne."

[abyssum_invocat]

"It's not magic," she says. "It's close, but it's not really."

The lasagne appears, though it's not quite like Granny's, whatever hers is like. But it is good food.

[goldencobra]

"My dad wouldn't say so." Again he muttered, not wanting to bring up family again but it came out almost autopilot.

He picked up the food and tasted a little bit, unsure. But it seemed edible. "Not Granny's but not bad."

[abyssum_invocat]

"Is your dad here?" she asks, not meaning to sound cold but succeeding anyway. It's her default mode, unfortunately.

"Is your grandmother's specifically good?"

[goldencobra]

Henry shrugs. "Dunno." He doesn't sound too bothered. In time he would be but right now he's not.

"What are we talking about my grandmother for?" Despite the name, she wasn't related and it never occurred to the boy that that was the way it sounded.

[abyssum_invocat]

"...You asked for her lasagne," Sinthia says, sounding utterly nonplussed. "Specifically."

[goldencobra]

"Oh!" He laughed. "No she's not my grandmother. Everyone just calls her Granny because...well they just do." He eats a bit more then offers it to her. "Want some?"

[abyssum_invocat]

"Is she someone's grandmother?" she asks, eyeing the food before she takes a bite.

It's good lasagne. Passable, most definitely.

[goldencobra]

"Yeah. I think she's Ruby's." He's not one hundred percent sure but it makes sense.

"Not bad huh? I wonder what else they can do?"

[abyssum_invocat]

"Who's Ruby?"

Sinthia looks at the replicator, and back to Henry, and shrugs. "They can make almost anything, if it's smaller than the portal. I haven't asked for anything live, but I think it can make any kind of food."

[goldencobra]

"Ever heard of Little Red Riding Hood?" Well that's sort of who she was.

He turned his attention back to the replicator and pondered what to ask for next. After a moment, he asked for some chocolate brownies and it delivered.

[abyssum_invocat]

"...Are you out of your mind?" she asks, quite seriously.

He doesn't appear as the characteristically unkempt portrait of mental instability, but that question? Oh, yeah, that question raises a lot of doubt.

[goldencobra]

"I'll answer your question if you answer mine."

Just gonna sit here and eat the brownies.

[abyssum_invocat]

She fixes him with a dry look. "Yes. It's a fairy tale. Red Riding Hood is a story from near my home, it's meant to warn children about the consequences of disobeying their parents and trusting too easily while at fragile liminal stages of life."

[goldencobra]

Wow. Henry stops eating to give her a look. And he thought he sounded twice his age.

"It's not just a fairy tale. It actually happened. Ruby is the wolf."

[abyssum_invocat]

Sinthia blinks.

"You're on given-name terms with a fairytale creature who killed and fed an old woman to a child and you expect me to think you're sane," she says, fixing him with a questioning look.

"Either you've lost touch with reality, or if you're telling the truth, you're a very friendly sociopath."

[goldencobra]

"That's not what happened." He reaches into his backpack and pulls out the book. "I'm neither. I assume you can read."

Opens the book to a part with Red in it and shoves it towards Sinthia.

(The contents of the book in canon is largely unknown so just roll with it? Ty)

[abyssum_invocat]

She takes it--well, taking is a bad word, because she's letting it levitate in front of her to read it quickly--and after a moment she looks back up. "That's not the story I know as Little Red Riding Hood."

She asks the nearest replicator to give her the Perrault story, and hands it to Henry expectantly. "That is the story I know." To say the least it's a tad more...graphic.

[goldencobra]

The levitation catches Henry by surprise. "That's definitely magic." But he does take the book and flips through it, getting the jist of the story.

"Yes indeed. Very different. But it's not the truth. Bet you think you know the stories of Snow White, Rumplestiltskin and Pinocchio too, huh?"

[abyssum_invocat]

"It's telekinesis," she says lightly, taking the book back when he's done.

"What makes you think your version of the truth is any more valid than mine?"