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]

"But that's not how it works," she says. "You have to prove why a thing is true, not tell me to prove why it isn't. That's how philosophical arguments work."

[goldencobra]

"Why is that how it works? Why do we have to play by your rules?"

[abyssum_invocat]

"We're not playing, and because this is how a logical argument works. Isn't it how it does in your world?"

[goldencobra]

"I didn't realise we were arguing." He shrugged. "I was just telling the truth. Don't want to end up like Pinocchio." He grinned, assuming she knew that story too.

[abyssum_invocat]

"You already are," she says dryly, arms crossed. "You're being obtuse. Any logical discourse is called an argument or a debate if it involves more than one person."

[goldencobra]

"Are you sure you're a kid and not some alien that looks like one? Even I don't use words like obtuse and discourse." As much as it was nice to talk to another kid that wasn't cursed, this wasn't what he expected them to be like.

[abyssum_invocat]

"Of course I'm a child, I'm eight years old," she says. "Just because I use bigger words than you doesn't mean I'm an alien."

[goldencobra]

"Anyone could be an alien here. I could be." He grinned again but realises she's not that kind of kid. "I'm only ten. But I feel older because last year was so weird."

[abyssum_invocat]

"I'm not an alien," she repeats. "I'm from Berlin. What about you?"

[goldencobra]

Henry refrains from that line of enquiry. "Storybrooke, Maine."

[abyssum_invocat]

"So you are an American."

[goldencobra]

"Probably."

[abyssum_invocat]

"Is Maine no longer part of America?"

[goldencobra]

"No. Maine is in America. But just because I live there, doesn't make me American." Just like big words don't make you an alien. Duh!

[abyssum_invocat]

"Actually it does. If you were born there you have automatic citizenship. And I doubt you were born anywhere else," she says.

[goldencobra]

"I wasn't born in Maine. No one in Storybrooke was born there. Shows how much you know."

[abyssum_invocat]

"So which story character are you, then?" she asks, fully expecting it to be unfamiliar to her. It's probably unfamiliar to everyone, given she's still half sure he's delusional.

[goldencobra]

"I'm not part of any story. Unless you count the adopted son of Rumplestiltskin or the grandson of Snow White and Prince Charming." Hows that for unfamiliar!

[abyssum_invocat]

"They don't have adopted children in the stories. And I didn't say you weren't born in Maine, I said I doubted you were born outside of America."

[goldencobra]

"That's why I said wasn't part of any story. And I'm in only person in Storybrooke born anywhere in America."

[abyssum_invocat]

"Then you are American," she says, rolling her eyes. "All of that and I still think you're delusional."

[goldencobra]

"Just because you're born in a place doesn't mean you're that type of person. What if my parents aren't American? And I'm not delusional." He paused. "Even if I was, why would it matter to you? You don't have to talk to me."

[abyssum_invocat]

"Doesn't matter with American citizenship," she says, with a strange amount of knowledge on this subject. It's a long story. "If you're born on American soil or in territorial waters you're a citizen."

She sighs at him. "You're right, I don't have to. But I find you entertaining, and I don't have to think you're sane to keep talking to you. Many people aren't, and I still talk to them."

[goldencobra]

"How do you know that anyway if you're from Berlin?" He gives a frown. "I don't want to be your entertainment. Go find someone else and tell them they're insane." He rolls his eyes excessively and starts walking away.

[abyssum_invocat]

"Wait," she says, a hand darting out to grab his arm--and revealing her telekinesis can make her hover, too, given her foot is seven or so inches above the floor, balancing her as she reaches. There are a dozen impulses that play out over her face before she bites her lip and sinks down to stand on her own.

"I didn't mean it like that." She never means it like that, but she doesn't know how else to say what she means. Entertainment, to her, is not like a petulant bored child with an inanimate toy; it's too rare for that and the ability to make her forget about everything that keeps her awake at night is too precious. "Understand these stories are all just stories where I'm from. We know they're not real, because magic isn't real for us. Not aside from stage magic, and that's just manipulation."