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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[asklepian]

Julian doesn't approach once the knife is down, he hopes the situation is de-escalated enough that the security detail doesn't approach, because this is still an explosion waiting to happen. If they intervene, it will go badly.

"Thank you," he starts, even if it sounds a bit ridiculous.

"As I said, my name is Julian Bashir. I'm a Starfleet officer, and you're on a Starfleet vessel. We're not going to hurt you--we're explorers, scientists." Soldiers, when they have to be. But that's not here and not now.

"What's your name?"

[bakesafe]

Explorers. Scientists.

These are occupations Peeta has never even dared to imagine, because nearly all of Panem (particularly the poorer districts) doesn't allow that kind of thing to float in the minds of the children. You're bred for one purpose and one purpose alone: to continue doing what your parents have been doing, what your grandparents have been doing, all to feed the Capitol. You can be a coalminer or a fisherman, or a grain-farmer, but never an explorer, an academic, a scholar.

"Peeta," Peeta responds, after a longer pause than necessary. "I don't think I understand what you mean. Where are we?"

[asklepian]

"Well, currently we're in orbit above the planet Risa, which is about 90 light-years from Earth," Julian says--as gently as possible, because this is obviously a big shock. He looks sympathetic and a bit worried, frankly. He can't conceive of what would cause this boy to be so afraid--so much so that the first thing he did was try to arm himself, ineffectual as a butter knife against a phaser on stun would be.

"It's a bit much to take in, I realize. The fact that we're in space, I mean. I'm guessing we haven't even come close to interstellar space travel in the time you're from."

[bakesafe]

"Inter - what?" Peeta shakes his head. "No, that doesn't make sense to me. Are you saying ..."

No, he's been in planes before. He knows planes. Coptors. Whatever you want to call them. They'd been used to transport the tributes from the Games once they've ended, but it's different when you're being airlifted out of a simulated arena ... and the world.

Planet, the man said.

Suddenly Peeta is suspicious again.

"This is a trick. Isn't it?"