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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[agathaheterodyne]

Maxim stood there, beside him flexing his clawed fingers, sharp needle like teeth interlocking in a grin that promises he will enjoy dealing out pain. Jagers were meant for fighting. Sure, Aggie would limit him, wouldn't let him REALLY scrap, but a bit of a bar brawl? Well, she HAD seen Mama Jenka's. He stood there, waiting for Finnick to hit him. It's no fun to beat up a Nancy-boy sissy who can't even make a fist. Like pounding on Lackya, too easy. Boring.

[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.

[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.

[fishermansweater]

Finnick may be a Capitol darling. He may be a man known for flirtation and seduction and making the hedonistic most of the pleasures of the Capitol. But that has not made him soft, and it hasn't negated the truth of how he got that fame.

Finnick is a killer. Very rarely does anyone win the Hunger Games by being anything else, and Finnick was not one of those victors. He's not weak. Not for a human, whatever that means, whatever this ... creature is.

If he thought there was a reason for the Capitol to have turned on him, he'd be sure this was some engineered hallucination. (If they knew about the revolution, he'd be dead by now.)

Finnick's not interested in taking turns. He's not interested in rules. He's interested in survival, like he has been all his life. The creature's punch lands hard, but that just makes Finnick duck, weave, spin, and lash out again with his arm.

[agathaheterodyne]

YES! Oh Maxim is having some fun with this scrawny little human boy! He grabbed the arm that lashed out. He wanted to bite it, see if he couldn't rip it off! What fun! But that would end the fight too soon, because Agatha wouldn't be pleased. And he could tell she was watching, could even picture the exasperated look of limited patience.

so instead he hauled on the arm, pulling Finnick in close, making a kissy noise at him before twisting and throwing him over one hip onto the ground. Grinning, he stepped one foot on the human's chest, intentionally giving him the opening to catch his ankle and return the favor. But of course it would be no fun if it was CLEAR he was giving the opening. No, the boy had to find it himself.

So Maxim stood there, one foot up on his chest, hands clasped together, shaking over his head in a universal gesture of victory. You just HAD to knock down someone who was taunting you like that, right? This was fun!

[fishermansweater]

If he had a trident with him, he'd be jabbing it upwards into the heart of his opponent. Without a weapon, it's harder, but hard doesn't frighten Finnick. What's hard to someone who survived the Hunger Games? Who's watched people he's responsible for go into the arena to die year after year after year?

And nobody in the Hunger Games would be stupid enough to pull a move like that. You get someone on the ground, you take them out, you don't stand and gloat. Because if you do that, you're going to get the tables turned on you.

A lifetime on and off boats, in and out of training, living with a trident as an extension of himself, has given Finnick upper body strength far beyond most, and years of combat experience and training have given him the ability to leverage it, which he does, by grabbing the leg perched on top of him and twisting, throwing his upper body into upending the creature so he can spring to his feet.

[agathaheterodyne]

Maxim grinned as he was flipped into the air. He landed at Agatha's feet and grinned up at her.

Agatha sighed and shook her head slightly. She was coming to view the Jaggerkin fighting in a different light. Had they not been who and what they were, Mechanicsburg might have fallen. "Do try not to destroy anything I cannot fix," she said with a slight reluctance.

"Den hyu getz to fix hem up goot!" He said happily, as he clambered to his feet, sure he had given Finnick enough time to get up and close the gap.

[fishermansweater]

It's incredibly light on its feet, lighter than it should be as it flips away, letting Finnick scramble to his feet. Everything in him is racing, tensing, singing with the fighting instincts that were awoken in him long ago and never retreated. It goes over to a young woman -- its ally of some sort? -- in clothing the origins of which Finnick can't place.

He's not thinking of that. He's thinking of his defence, of his attack, of fighting, and surviving, because that was what today was always meant to be about. It hasn't occurred to him that no lethal force has been offered; he was on his way into the arena, and he's been attacked.

There's a dangerous focus in his eyes as he chases the creature, looking around for anything he can use as a weapon. There's nothing that he can see, so he simply lunges forward with his hands, ready to grapple; it wouldn't be his first time fighting like that.

[agathaheterodyne]

"Errr, Maxim," agatha said, unsure, seeing Finnick rush him.

"Hyu iz courz hazard, if hy move hyu might get hurtz, mizz Heterodyne, zo I let nanzy boy catch me, zen we have real fun, whoo boy!" And true to his word he stood there, waiting for Finnick to grab him or hit him, not even glancing back.

[fishermansweater]

There's something not right about this.

Really not right. He'd been in the arena, then he'd been here, then he'd been attacked and he'd jumped, not to the defensive, but to the attack, because that was what he was coiled to do, here, now, even if it isn't the arena. The killing instinct doesn't lie far beneath the surface of a Hunger Games victor, even if Finnick's had to shape his life and his actions ever so carefully so that the secrets that could destroy him don't spill into the open, but he's not a mindless monster.

Still, conditioning, training, all those things, run deep, twisted by the Games, by the expectation of the arena, and Finnick's not thinking proportionally when he grabs at the creature, ready to try to grapple it to the ground, to punch it out, to break its neck and remove the threat.

[agathaheterodyne]

He let Finnick grapple him down,and then twisted so that his arms were around the other male. "Hyu vantz a keez sveethot?" he asked, giving him a toothy grin, snapping his teeth at Finnick's nose, intentionally missing as he brought his feet up in a rabbit kick.

[fishermansweater]

Finnick's build is strong, powerful, toned by years of weapons training, by a lifetime on sailing boats, hauling ropes and helping with fishing catches, swimming and fishing like the other District Four natives, even apart from the fact that he'd been training for the Games.

The arms going around him make him twist, trying to use his strength to break out, but the grip is strong, strong enough to stir nerves, adrenaline surging to help him escape.

The kick lands hard, even as Finnick jerks his head back to try to avoid the teeth. He twists again, trying to escape the grip, his expression fierce. He'd been expecting a fight to the death, but this creature is toying with him, turning it into a joke.

This isn't a joke.

[agathaheterodyne]

Maxim grinned and delivered another kick, this time opening his arms as he did, letting the momentum throw Finnick, unless he held on. "Hyu iz goot fun, sveethot," Maxim told him, happily.