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!]

Comments

Re: Option 1 - Warning - possible swearing/violence.

[not_gaheris]

Telemachus had to object to that. "I am not anyone's slave. I am my own man, and like my Captain I chose my own destiny."

Although his own genes and the acts of his great grandfather weighed on him and his own actions, as well as through the viewpoints of others. He knew they were constantly comparing himself against Gaheris, whether he was viewed as a hero or a traitor. Telemachus did his best not to cover his face with his hands, realizing he was starting to talk like Dylan too. He was spending too much time with the man. His excessive optimism and catch phrases were like a disease. Contagious.

Out of curiosity more so than the need to continue a fight, Telemachus asked a question. "Do I assume you also don't think pessimism is a survival trait? You should talk to my Captain, he hates Nietzscheans more than you seem too."

Re: Option 1 - Warning - possible swearing/violence.

[the_blood]

"I do not hate Nietzscheans," she said simply, "I just find what you described of a marriage to be something I have no interest in," she said simply. "I reserve feelings like hate for things that require it. Your cultures are not our own. Had you tried to live that way in a Blood territory, you like as not would not live long. But here we are not in our own Realms, we cannot judge you. So long as you do not try to pull a Blood female into that lifestyle either unaware or against her will, we have no quarrel in this regard."

"Except perhaps over a warm mug of Yarabrah beside a fire on a cold Winter's night," Theiorn said, musingly.

She rolled her eyes.