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Ten Forward RPG mod account ([personal profile] ten_fwd_mods) wrote in [community profile] ten_fwd_ooc2014-12-27 03:39 pm
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Test Drive #7 - Ten Forward and Captain's Yacht



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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Janice Rand | Star Trek AOS | Option 1

[personal profile] sf_girl_friday 2014-12-30 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
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?"
Edited 2014-12-30 07:49 (UTC)
general_chang: Chang enjoying the battle on his prototype Bird of Prey, signalling to his gunner to fire. (captain)

(Assuming she's still wearing uniform, let me know if not ok?)

[personal profile] general_chang 2015-01-02 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Omnipotent creature transported you into future," he said, or rather called out in between gulps of the only reliably alcoholic (not to mention Klingon) drink available that's currently sending a mist of nitrogen-esque gas down to his hands. He probably had the younger Worf to thank for that.

Apparently, answering her question was all he felt he needed to do as he went back to the only real interesting think about this place: the view of stars.