Test Drive #7 - Ten Forward and Captain's Yacht

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Option 01. Ten Forward: The first thing you see is a bar. A large, lively bar filled with many different faces and many different smells, sights and sounds. This is Ten Forward, the Enterprise's off-duty lounge; feel free to get acquainted with your fellow travelers and try to find somebody who's in charge: this is your new home now, after all...





Option 02. The Captain's Yacht: Oooh, you sneaky stowaway! You've found yourself in a very exclusive part of the ship: Captain Picard's personal craft, used for short jaunts when a shuttle just won't do. (One must retain some decorum, after all.) It may not be as large as the Enterprise itself, but there are sure to be some surprises aboard once people start snooping.


[OOC: The Captain's Yacht is located at the very base of the Enterprise's saucer portion, so if you put someone in there you can also play them trying to get back to somewhere they know!]

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[savedbylove]

"You can call him Bae," She said. "It's his name, whether he wants it or not," She said, leaning forward a bit at the mention of Henry.

"How about you uncomplicate it for me?"

[savedbylove]

Emma laughed a bit. "That look was me realizing that you might not know who Hook is. I mean I don't even know when your from."

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," She admitted, looking down at floor. She still wasn't sure how she felt about having feelings for Hook, but she did.

[chippedvaliance]

Belle hesitates. Oh. Well that answered questions for one of them. Emma is also from her past. As far as she could see Emma was giving Hook a chance. Belle has no place in saying that Emma should be careful considering her husband is the Dark One. "Well what was your last memory?" She tilts her head to the side. "Why don't we start there and catch up?"

Re: Merlin | Merlin the Poem and Legends plus Milliways game canon | OTA, Option One

[the_blood]

Aiylisha was walking in just as he was heading for the doors, and saw the drink appear in his hand. "Prince," she said, nodding to him respectfully in greeting, then she stopped dead. He had just done craft, she had seen it herself and yet...

Theiorn stopped just behind her, walking to her left and behind, indicating her dominance. He frowned at the man, trying to figure out what had upset the Queen.

[kepthimhuman]

"Yeah, there's something different about Henry, from what I gather." Henry avoids him, he knows that much, though that seems to be changing.

"I know at some point Henry is kidnapped, and also I just heard something about my father being poisoned."

[themerlin]

Merlin glanced toward her. "Milady? Methinks thou dost mistake me for another. Or to say it like they used to down in Philly, 'I'm not the man you're looking for, ma'am'." But he turned to her and swept a bow, in full court style.

"Greetings and salutations, milady. I am named Merlin, first of my name, and it is a very true pleasure to meet thee." He rose to his feet fully once more, eyes dancing, gold to red to black, and back to a simple soft brown.

[the_blood]

She blinked, quite startled. Never afore had she heard someone speak thus. Never afore ....speak thus..... apparently hearing it made her think that way. Peculiar.

She offered her hands out, palms up, clearly as some sort of greeting. "An honor to meet you, Prince Merlin," she said softly, still studying him, perplexed. She had seem him use craft, right? why then did he not smell like the Blood? She used Prince as a default greeting, but... Mother Night she had no clue what to make of this man.

Theorin frowned darkly from behind her, a warming in his golden eyes, warning the other man not to harm the Queen. Didn't matter she hadn't been his Queen before. She was now, at least until she had a full court around her. May the darkness have mercy on him, the only Warlord Prince to a Black Widow Queen.

[fishermansweater]

Finnick may be best at combat with a trident, but he'd trained with a range of other weapons as well. He's completely unarmed, as the rules of the Games dictate; the tributes have to find or be gifted whatever they need in the Games. They take nothing but their token and their costume.

That means that Finnick can also fight completely unarmed.

Sometimes, that's what it takes to get through to the Cornucopia, and he's been training. Nor did he ever quite let his skills deteriorate. For the sake of his tributes.

And because nobody can ever quite let go of the arena.

That's why he's ready with a punch with the full strength of his fisherman's build behind it.

He's ready to fight for his life.

[themerlin]

Merlin gladly took her hands in his own, and nodded to her. "I know not this form of greeting, but I'll gladly meet it so." He smiled to her. "Just Merlin, please. I am no Prince, not in any land or time that I know of." He avoided royalty, thank you. Except the few... dozen times, he had played kingmaker. Ahem.

"Are you as new here as I am? I sense the parting of many worlds and veils here." He glanced around, eyes dancing with that shifting of colors. He was amused, yes indeed.

[the_blood]

The air chilled slightly when he took her hands, and she slashed a glare back at Theiorn. The air warmed again but his eyes were partially glazed, he did not look pleased. She turned her focus back to Merlin, trying to figure out what to do with this... this... male who had grasped her hands...

She forced her own tempter, and the urge to show her nails, down. No way to keep Theiorn leashed if she slipped the leas herself. Besides, the male in front of her, this Merlin, had said that he was unaware of the protocol of a greeting, so it was probably not an aggressive move to grab her thus. Still, perhaps she should refrain from greeting unknown people here....

"We are new here," she agreed cautiously. He spoke now as a black widow might, but there were were only ever two males who could see the webs of visions, and he was neither Saetan, nor his spawn.

[agathaheterodyne]

Maxim let the blow hit him square in the face. "Whoo!" he said pleased. "Hyu iz not verra weak fer a human!" he said happily. That meant he could hit back! With a new grin, wider now, he said conversationally, "hand now hiz my turn!" He threw a fast hard punch to the human's midsection.

[themerlin]

Merlin didn't miss that, and slowly withdrew his hands so. Hmm, intriguing.

"Then welcome. I hear this place is called the Enterprise, and many seem to be drawn here." He grinned and then offered his hand to her as one would for a normal handshake might. "This is how the people of my world generally greet. It comes from an ancient custom of warriors gripping arms to show they met without weapons. Now people grasp hands."

He nodded to her. "However, if it offends you, or your ways, feel free to say so. I have a feeling there will be much growing of learning here, before we all are without giving of offense. And if I have given thee such, then I ask that you will forgive. it was not done in any intent to do so."

Merlin reached out into nothing, into what was and what would be, and pulled back his hand, and held three brass cups, with them hanging from his fingers by their handles, the energy lines swirling for a moment, invisible to the normal eye. In his other hand, a large sealed bottle appeared. "Shall we drink to new meetings, milady, sir?" His eyes flicked to the man behind her, curious, then back to her again. What strange peoples, and yet, somewhat like the Fae.

[the_blood]

"A handshake of that sort," she said, nodding to his offered hand, or where it had been before the drinks had appeared that was, "is usually used to signify an agreement at the end of a deal, among our people," she said simply. "Among the Blood, a greeting is hands atop hands, wrists exposed to fingernails, a sign of trust and good will." Especially when one of the people was a Black Widow, but no reason to discuss that little detail. Not just yet.

"We would share a drink," she said, eying the cups. Had they been chalices, she would have been sure he was playing games with them, as they were handled cups, his offer of companionship might well be genuine. Even if he was male.

"Yabarah?" Theoirn asked, knowing there was no way it would be. They had to have theirs imported by the grace of Witch from Kaleeer.

[fishermansweater]

The perfect alertness in his body, the readiness to spend the next minute, just a minute, and that's all he'd get, taking in everything he could about his surroundings because that's the only way he'd survive the bloodbath at the Cornucopia, all of them narrow, focus, not on the arena, but on here. Now.

A lounge. None of the crass glamor and fashions that border on self-mutilation that are so popular in the Capitol. None of the shine, the brightness, the self-indulgent laughter that he knows to be merely a thin layer over a world of depravity. He's plumbed its depths.

He doesn't know what this is, or where this is.

It can't be 13. Not yet. Not without Katniss. Not before the Games.

He's almost persuaded himself that it's a hallucination, and the appearance of a woman with a horse's body is almost too much.

"This is a trick."

But while her hands are so plainly away from the weapon he can't help but notice at her belt, he doesn't attack.

[themerlin]

Merlin shook her hand, and then let go, smiled. "Ahhh! I apologize for misreading it. The grip of the warriors was much like that, in my world. Hands on wrists, gripping, so that what could be combat was instead friendship met." He nodded, eyes warm.

"Forgive me. I know not that drink. This is Ambrosia, the lesser kind, and thus safe to drink, by all. It was made in the hallowed halls of Atlantis, and there gifted with herbs that give it the property of the warrior. It will make you drunk if you wish it, and if then, you need to be sober, you merely need will it so, and all drunkenness will leave you."

Merlin canted his head to the man. "Tell me of that drink, though sir, soemtime, and I may be able to summon it."

[the_blood]

He eyed him then called in a bottle himself, and it appeared in his hand. "We can exchange," he said, and there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Aiylisha's eyes widened slightly, but she chose to say nothing. Let the males have their p****** contest. better that than trying to kill each other. And besides, it might be amusing...

"Shall we sit, Merlin?" Theiorn asked him, nodding to a table.

"Theiorin," she warned sharply.

"He insists on no blood title, consider it me being polite," he said, gold eyes flashing slightly.

Clearly Aiylisha was displeased with Theiorn, but she said nothing further, fuming silently, which only seemed to amuse the male all the more.

[aster_planetes]

"Not as how you're thinking it," Roshanak says, keeping her hands in the air. Her hooves could hit him before any knife, but it's the gesture which is important. Even she knows that lesson.

"I do not mean you harm, be it in action or deception. This I give you my word."

[aster_planetes]

"I am fine, for now," she says politely. "But I thank you for the offer."

Pause.

"Explain to me how this...'starship' works? We have airships, yes, but..." she gestures at the window.

"How?"

[fishermansweater]

Katniss. Everdeen.

She was their priority in all of this. Katniss, who doesn't know what's happening, doesn't know that under all the preparations by a significant proportion of the tributes in this, ha, this 75th Hunger Games and Third Quarter Quell as they've heard said over and over again, is the heart of a revolution, a revolution that's formed around her.

And here's Finnick, with the bangle that's meant to be Haymitch's pledge of goodwill to Katniss if she trusts Finnick gleaming on his wrist, and no Katniss, not arena, no anything Finnick knows, in sight.

Until he hears a muted voice that most people would dismiss for a mumble. Not Finnick. Finnick knows it as well as if Mags were his mother, not just his mentor.

For Mags, and only for Mags, a little of the tension in his body unwinds, though his eyes, sea-green and bright, are still darting around them, assessing for threats, until he sees her and, making it easier for her, closes the distance between them.

There is so much to say to her, and so little that can actually be said. This isn't the plan, but they can give no hint of that anywhere the Capitol may be listening. Not if they want to live to see the plan play out.

"This isn't the arena."

Haymitch Abernathy | Hunger Games| Option One

[nowinners]

Haymitch had gone from pawing his way in disbelief through a box of empty bottles to standing in the middle of what he guessed was some kind of lounge within the blink of an eye, hands still outstretched.

The first minute he'd been jumpy, wary even of this abrupt change, even despite the apparent appearance of what looked to be a bar. Really, this place wouldn't entirely be out of place in the Capitol, except for the people within it...and the view beyond the windows.

He finds his way to the bar and orders a drink while taking in the crowd and trying to work through just what in the hell just happened to him. It shouldn't be possible for him to have been kidnapped so abruptly from his house to this strange bar. A second drink follows the first and soon enough he's on round five and frowning into the glass as he finishes it.

For some reason, he doesn't feel like he's just downed five shots in less than five minutes. Hell, he doesn't feel like he's even had a decent drink period. The sixth proves via taste that he's definitely not drinking water...yet, the inebriated feeling he should by rights be experiencing...no where to be found.

"What the hell is this shit?" Yes, he might sound just a bit petulant, but god damn it, he was just kidnapped from his house without warning or explanation to a bar. Least the world could do was let him actually enjoy it some before he had to go deal with the hassle of finding answers of why he was here and most importantly perhaps, how he'd ended up here and thus how he was going to get back.

[1st_starfighter]

Alex nodded to her, then hmmed. "I only know the basics, but... it involves making a ship like an airship, but airtight and capable of producing its own air, and powered, with an engine that can propel it fast enough to span the distance between stars like an airship spans the distance between cities."

He rubbed his chin. "Its a science or technology far beyond that of an airship."

[themerlin]

Merlin glanced between the two, and his eyes narrowed, a touch of anger appearing thusly, and he sat, but he faced them both, and nodded. Only if you both will sit with me. Guests and new friends should treat fairly with one another."

For a moment, as he looked at the man, a darkness seemed to gather, and his eyes went a dead black, but he shook his head, and the anger vanished. His eyes returned to normal. In a careful voice, he spoke softly. "Be careful what games you start sir. I do not wish a feud, so newly arrived. Nor a war, so newly gone out of all such." His words were utterly bare of formality, and yet utterly absent of all emotion as he looked at them.

Then he smiled wider. "We have, it seems, much to discuss, and much to learn from one another."

Janice Rand | Star Trek AOS | Option 1

[sf_girl_friday]

The whole situation is disorientating. One minute Janice was taking a break from her paperwork, ready to go get a cup of coffee... the next she was in the middle of a lounge. Looking around, she wonders if she's been working too hard and had fallen asleep at her desk but everything is too vivid to be a dream.

In the back of her mind, she knows she should be cautios but she speaks before she thinks better of it. "What's going on?"

[the_blood]

They both sat, and oddly his temper, and the darkness seemed to relax them both. She was even smiling as she dropped into her chair, and leaned back, putting her feet against an empty one to be more comfortable.

"I would not offer anything I would not myself drink," Theiorn said with a twist of his lips. "Though I suppose it would be fair to tell that not all are brave enough to have a second sip of Yabarah. Though there are many foolish enough to have a first. I personally drink three goblets of it a day, however if you lack the courage, that is fine, I won't push," he said, challenge in his gold eyes.

"Males,"she muttered, rolling her eyes. She grabbed one of the offered glasses with her power and set it before her. "Shall I pour this wine while you bicker over that?"

[themerlin]

Merlin sighed. He did his best not to laugh, truly he did, and in the end, he merely grinned. "I will gladly drink with you in fellowship, good sir, but I will not drink with you in challenge. "

Merlin nodded to him, and then smiled at her suggestion. "Pour, milady, and I ask thee, for what better way to deliberate and decide on such things than with a tonic of peace sliding between such debating minds?"

His eyes glinted. "I am curious to see what madness this place does bring. It has been many long years since I last beheld such. And that was utterly different."