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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[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.