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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[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."

[fourth_victor]

Mags appeared to be relieved as Finnick approached her. She didn't need him trying to fight here when they didn't even know where here was. For all she knew this was still part of the Capitol.

She shook her head in agreement. "I don't know what happened, but we need to keep an eye out. You especially need to be careful." As always her concern was always about Finnick and back at home Annie as well. Her own well being was the last of her worries. She ushered for Finnick to lead them away from others so they could talk more in private and adjust their plans.

[fishermansweater]

Finnick had always been going to take a leading role in all of this. In protecting Katniss, in protecting Peeta, and for as long as he could, in protecting Mags. That's why he's coiled taut as a fishing line, ready to strike.

But he's also, always, been going to pay attention to Mags, and she maintains the outward poise that's so calming about her which, in turn, is a silent signal to Finnick, a reminder not to lash out until they know what they're facing.

If this is something to do with the Capitol, then doing that will show their game far too soon.

"That we do."

His green eyes are as alert as ever, with the sharp focus they'd learned years ago, that lets him assess a situation in a few quick glances, and he never stops watching, never loses the readiness to jump to action, though it might only be Mags in the room who could notice it. But nobody moves against them. None of the weapons are drawn. Very few people seem to pay them any attention and that, in itself, is strange, because they're stars. Victors and tributes.

Everyone in Panem knows them and knows that right now, they're due to face the dance with death in the arena again.

There isn't really anywhere good to talk here, but there is a table that's empty, off to one side of the lounge, and that's where he leads Mags.

When they get there, he leans in close, a cheeky smile on his face for the benefit of anyone who might be watching, though Mags, of course, will know it's faked, would know it better than anyone except Annie.

"So what happens now?"