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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[walfordpsychopath]

"I already told you, nothing's wrong!" This was just temporary, just... He'd get over it. He had to. He needed to.

He takes a few deep breaths, trying to clear his head, before continuing. It works.

Kind of.

He's still dripping water everywhere, the shivering retaking over for a second, before he manages to control it.

"Roxy, she... she was trapped under... I got her free, but... I need to know." He's rambling, scrunching his eyes shut. "I was... By the lake."

[agathaheterodyne]

She sighed. Why did none of these tables have table cloths? She knew Zeetha wouldn't hesitate to undress to wrap her clothes around someone who she wanted to help, but Zeetha both had few people she would have been willing to help, and rarely wore enough to make a difference. Agatha warred with herself, not wanting to take off her skirt, even if it would make a fine cape. And never mind her early days on Castle Wulfenbach.

She looked about desperately for something to use, then inspiration struck. She whistled sharply and five small.... It was hard to know what to call them. They all had round bodies with limbs, each a little than a pocket watch. She eyed the five brass things.

"I only had one of you with me when I came..." She gave one particularly more attention, it had an eyeball, flat, where the face of the watch would otherwise have been. "How many clanks are you now?" She asked in the tone an irritated school teacher might take. The thing shuffled its small brass feet and she sighed. "We will talk about this later. For now, all of you, even the ones not here at the moment are forbidden from building more of each other until I say otherwise."

All the little toy things slumped. "But, I need your help right now...." She trailed off, laving the implication that she might be convinced to rescind the order if they were of aid. "You," she said, pointing to one of the outliers, "this man needs clothing. Do not take anything that will be missed, do not take anything anyone is wearing now. Go." The thing skittered off. She pointed to another. "Warm blankets, same rule. Go." It went. An army of handspan sized machines. She looked to the other three and grinned, "I need to build a heat ray." They all perked up. "Nonlethal," she qualified. They all slumped. "I can make it lethal later," she said with a sigh. "I need a good death ray anyhow. But first, nonlethal. I need parts. I need them fast. Same rules, nothing that is in use, nothing that will cripple this place, and nothing that will be missed. Go."

They ran off, seeming happy in their task. She turned back to him and smiled. "we'll have you dry in no time. Now, you are, it seems, on a ship in the aether. Whoever you were looking for probably is safe, but is also probably not here. It is... Weird... Here."

(Sorry for my typos, you got me after the computer shut down, so I am posting from my ipad)

[walfordpsychopath]

Sean isn't paying attention, pushing up from the table and starting to move towards, what he perceives, as doors.

Suddenly, he lets out a harsh cry of pain, falling to his knees, doubling up and clutching his chest.

Of course, the man stumbling around the crowded lounge of Ten Forward is drawing attention from the patrons, and one of them, a blue-skinned male with antennae in a gold uniform, stands and taps his combadge.

"Laran to Sickbay, we have a medical emergency in Ten Forward."

Whilst this is happening, the so-called, medical emergency keeps trying to stand up, lashing out at people who are starting to gather and help.

"Leave me alone! I'm fine!"

[agathaheterodyne]

"You are one of the medics in this place?" She asked the blue-skinned fellow, not at all alarmed by his appearance. If anything, she was relieved. At least this place had SOME constructs and abominations of nature! She had been about to die of culture shock from the lack. So weird not having jagers slouching around, even back in Beetlesburg the odd construct or vaguely human looking clank would wander around. She felt an odd twinge of nostalgia for old Mr. Tock, but let it go quickly.

"So he will be okay with you?" And she could leave? She couldn't call off the clanks... But she could still build that heat ray anyhow...

[walfordpsychopath]

The Andorian is just about to reply, when the doors to Ten Forward open, admitting two blue-uniformed humans, a man and a young woman, carrying cases with the inter-galactic medical symbol on them. It takes a few moments of Sean lashing out at them before they get him on the neck with a hypospray, and he falls unconscious.

Once subdued, the woman folds out a tricorder, unclipping the hand scanner and starting to check.

"He has severe hypothermia. We need to get him to Sickbay." A nod from the other medic, tapping his Combadge, too. "Yaxley to Transporter Room 8, emergency site-to-site transport, three to beam directly to Sickbay."

And, then, the three are enveloped in a beam of light, disappearing from view. Seems Agatha's role is complete.