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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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She presses her boot against his under the table, gives them both an awkward and smile, and falters.
"I think, um, I wouldn't want to-to make a fuss, so I can," she stumbles a bit to her feet, accidentally knocking her glass of lemonade into a dangerous rock before she catches it. Some spills over her hand, and she tries to ignore the urge to lick it off.
"I can go, uh, I hope your...coffee works out," she says to Agatha before her eyes dart to Finnick.
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"How about we go to my quarters, I think that's what they called the rooms here, and get started on the cat?" She asked Annie. "A guy like this, I'm sure he will have no problem getting someone else to spend some time with him." Hopefully someone with good hard boots and brass knuckles. "In fact, my room is kind of lonely, I guess I got used to a lack of privacy, so if you want, you could bunk with me for a while." Then no one could get to the girl and force her to do anything without going through Agatha first. Of course... In her room she already had a mostly complete death ray, if this girl was rooming with her, she would have reason to finish it that much sooner. And while she wasn't Zeetha, maybe she could help the girl learn some basic self defense, might do wonders for her self confidence. She would also have to let the soldiers on this odd Castle Enterprise know if this guy tried to push them any further.
In her experience, aggressive flirts were aggressive in other ways as well. Thanks to... Well... A lot of people... And a good death ray or three, she could handle it, but this girl looked like she would break under the pressure, and she didn't know how to fix what would happen next. So no, this guy was not about to lead this little slip of a girl back to cogs knows where. Not. A. Chance.
(Posted from my ipad, please excuse typos)
tw: reference to sexual assault
Nobody in this place is separating Annie from him. Not ever, not even if they think they're protecting her. He was her mentor, her friend, and he's been her protector in so many ways, even before he became her love.
Their problem here stems from just what the woman tells Annie: there are no lack of people who want to spend time with Finnick, to have him and use him when the only person he ever wants to be with is Annie. Were it not for that, they could be like Katniss and Peeta: a romance of victors, survivors against the odds.
Instead, he's left trying to protect her in the only way he can.
But the blonde has the wrong idea entirely; he can read Annie, she's trying to escape, and if she's not allowed to escape with him, he'll give her the opening to escape alone.
For a fleeting moment, Annie's eyes meet his, and he hopes she can read the apology in his gaze before it darts away, an apology for the brash edges of his flirtation, for pushing and pushing because he has to, it's all he has to protect her where they're not safe, but he knows she hates it, hates him like this, and he always feels like he's exposing her to the Capitol's filth when he has to be like this in front of her.
He slumps, shrugs, shakes his head, and looks up at the blonde (acutely aware of that tool at her waist).
"She's not interested. Let her go." He lets his expression twist into wryness for a moment, as though he were sorry to let Annie walk away, instead of desperately trying to give her an opening.
"I'll tell you a secret," he tells the blonde. "She knows me from home, and I get the feeling she doesn't like me much."
The smile creeps back.
"Guess I'll have to talk to you instead."
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(It's not, it's not, but the fault isn't with him.)
"But...you're nice," she tells Agatha. "Thanks. But I can, um. Look after myself."
There is, if someone is looking, the barest flash of steel (or perhaps something akin to the ocean; able to remain no matter the storm). The barest flash, because with a final glance between them, Annie darts off into the crowd.
This is the advantage to barely scraping 5'1 - one can get lost in a crowd of people very easily.
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She turned to look to Finnick, nodding a bit. "Okay, so we both know I'm only talking to you to give her time to get clear. I have had my fill of overly aggressive males. So, tell me, is there any reason at all I would actually WANT to talk to you?"
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"Where we're from?" he continues, leaning closer, with a hardness in his face that hadn't been there before, "that means someone is spying on you. Gathering information to feed back to the Capitol to use to control you. Like I said, I know her. She's had enough of that for a lifetime."
Not that he thinks this woman means anything by it, but the idea of Annie being followed, of Annie finding out, because she would, she's smarter than people give her credit for, chills him.
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The problem with not knowing what someone was ultimately after was not knowing which act was closest to the truth. She knew Tarvek. She knew from him and his family all about acts and double talk, and how one person could wear a million faces, none of them his own. That's why she tried to have patience when Tarvek and Gil tried to kill each other, she had the impression that was pretty close to the true Tarvek, and if nothing else, she owed him enough to want to be someone he didn't have to put on an act for.
...And this was where she was glad NOT to be home, because the castle had gotten too good at guessing the direction of her thoughts, and too obnoxious in voicing its own interpretations of them.
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All Finnick wanted then was to get her through, to protect her, and it's still what he wants. He doesn't know who or what he can trust here. If he could have walked over and sat down next to Annie, taken her hand openly, let it be seen that he was here with her, to protect her, he'd have done just that. But their relationship can't become public. He can't tell this woman the truth.
"So stay here," he says. "You want to protect her from me? You don't have to, but fine. Just leave her out of it. Though given that I'm that bunkmate she said she liked, you might have a hard time stopping her seeing me."
He shrugs. "Like I said, I know her from home."
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"Since you seem to be willing to pretend to be more straight forward now, I'll ask a straight forward question. If you know you scare her, why did you come over here? Why that act?"
Not the act, an implication that she doesn't buy for a second that this is any more genuine than that had been. She isn't expecting an honest answer, but she is hoping to learn something about the situation any way.