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

[ten_fwd_mods]

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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Mags | Hunger Games| Option One

[fourth_victor]

The last thing that Mags remembered was them preparing to be launched into the Games. She waited for the boom of the canon and the signal to start, but instead she didn't find herself in an arena. She was in some kind of lounge? What had happened? This certainly wasn't the plan. Did something go wrong?

Worriedly, she scanned the room trying to find any of the tributes, Finnick, Katniss, Peeta... were the main three she wanted to find. They were her priority. Only she couldn't find anyone.

She quietly made her way through the sea of people, causally glancing from time to time. She would worry about where she was later. And if none of them were here, then she would start worrying about everything else. Only when she grew tired, she sat down.

[aster_planetes]

"Auntie? Are you all right?"

Roshanak is...somewhat awkwardly aware of how much she is towering over the old woman, but when one is 7'1 and a horse from the waist down, there is not a lot that can be done while standing on her feet. And Roshanak is nowhere close to being comfortable with lying down in a strange place.

So, she settles for hovering a little (so as much as a kentauride can) and sounding concerned.

[fourth_victor]

Mags turned at the unfamiliar voice. No one had ever called her Auntie before. Then she did a double take. She wasn't quite sure how to react as she was quite surprised to see the kentauride standing before her. She knew the Capitol couldn't have created something like her. That much she was aware of. She only finally answered once she had gathered her thoughts and nerves.

"My name is Mags," she answered back... She tried her best to make sure that she could be understood. She didn't have Finnick around to help translate what people referred to as mumbles. "Perhaps you can tell me where we are?"

[aster_planetes]

"And I am Roshanak."

The woman is hard to understand, but there is one advantage to Roshanak's large, equine ears - heightened hearing. It helps.

...Laying down would help even more, but, no.

"We're on a starship. Sailing through space."

[stillplaying]

She sits hunched in the same corner that she had found upon first arriving and had yet to recognize a face. Her bow and quiver are clutched close to her chest. They're not the gleaming silver ones from the arena but something simpler, something meant to be more practical. Just as lethal, but something meant to blend in with the surroundings rather than stand out. She holds it almost as one would a safety blanket rather than the weapon it actually is.

Her eyes roam around the bar, taking in all the people. Eyeing each and every one with the same suspicion. But when her gaze finally falls on Mags, her face pales. Eyes go wide and her chin drops, mouth parted in shock. She doesn't speak, though. Doesn't say a word. Because this is impossible. She saw Mags die. Walk off into the mist, sacrificing herself...

She doesn't stop staring as the memories play in her head, as haunting awake as they are when she's asleep.

[fourth_victor]

Mags could feel someone staring at her, perhaps it was just her own senses heightened from the time she was in the Games. Or just mere instinct. She turned around to see a very surprised Katniss staring at her from a corner.

She was quite relieved to see her here. Yet, as she made an effort to approach her she realized she wasn't wearing the arena outfit or any of the outfits that Cinna had made her.

"Katniss?" she greeted in a concerned voice. She reached out to place a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder.

[stillplaying]

Her clothes are simple. Serviceable tan colored pants, a simple buttoned down shirts hidden under a leather hunting jacket that once belonged to her father. Wisps of her hair stick out from her customary braid, the remnants of the uneven cut her hair had been left with after the explosions in the Capitol. The majority of her scars are hidden by her clothes, but there's no hiding the haunted look in her eyes. Especially as Mags moves closer.

She says something, a mumbled word that isn't all that difficult to interpret. Her name. She'd recognize it anywhere, heard it far, far too often in the past two years. But there's some comfort in hearing it spoken from Mags' lips. Comfort and terror. She had seen Mags die.

"Mags?"

Her voice is small, lacking confidence. As if she doesn't understand what she's saying, let alone believing it. Somehow, she doesn't jump when Mags' hand lands on shoulder. But she can't stop from flinching. She's dead. Dead. She saw her die.