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

[poisonrose]

It was the flash of light that caught his attention. He turned in his chair toward it and one eyebrow rose briefly at the sight of one Finnick Odair dressed in the jumpsuit of the Quarter Quell.

Interesting.

There might be a small subtle smirk resting on his lips as he takes in the other man's reaction to his change in scenery.

"Unnerving isn't it? Being snatched from somewhere without warning. Unable to protest. Unable to do anything to prevent it. Over and done with before you can even blink."

[fishermansweater]

If Finnick had held a trident in his hand, he'd have thrown it, and freed himself and Annie in a moment.

Because in front of him is the man he hates most of any. The repulsive snake whose regime perpetuates the Hunger Games. Who killed his family. Whose schemes mean Finnick and Annie can never know peace while he lives.

The man who made him a slave to the Capitol's basest desires, who's made his life a nightmare of tangled secrets and fears, whose whole dark, depraved history he's gathered through the rumors shared with the pretty District toy across the pillows of the elite.

It would be worth it. Worth the risk. Worth the cost, to kill Snow, and for a long moment Finnick wonders if he could lunge, go for that throat he knows is so very fragile from all that poison.

Snow must know.

Someone must have betrayed him as a rebel. Sold him out when all he wanted was to make Annie's world safe.

Still, he masters the panic, enough to straighten, because attacking someone himself is not Snow's style.

(He has to find out what's going on. Then he can kill him.)

"I'll have to give you that," he says, grudgingly. "You've certainly got my attention, President."

[poisonrose]

It amuses him that the man before him believes that he is responsible for his kidnapping from the arena. Alas he isn't. Why would he bother pulling Finnick from the arena if he could? Much better to leave him in it to suffer.

He gives a soft brief chuckle. "Do I? I'm glad."

Now to figure out how far Odair had gotten in the arena before he'd been brought here. If only so he knew what he was dealing with. "Tell me, have you found the jabberjays yet?"

/changes canon points for the lulz

[fishermansweater]

There's nobody in Panem who can openly stand up to President Snow, and oh so many who want to. The parents of the tributes. The victors, tormented and broken and exploited by the Games and by the fame they bring. The downtrodden, starving masses in the districts. The conspirators working with District Thirteen: Finnick, Haymitch, Johanna, Wiress, Beetee, Heavensbee.

Mags, sadness in her eyes as she volunteered to protect the one person she could protect. Annie, Finnick himself; he's spent ten years being coerced, manipulated, used by Snow, the fame he'd sought as a cocky kid catching him in the Capitol's webs.

Finnick can feel his face shutting down at the President's question. He's never outright admitted his relationship with Annie to Snow, but Snow knows. No matter how careful they'd been, how hard they'd worked to escape notice, Snow knows.

Snow thinks Finnick is his to buy and sell, his and his alone, with no free will of his own. Finnick would have kept Annie out of this if he could, but when he's so vulnerable, so compromised in so many ways, nobody close to him can escape the risk.

He has to fight not to hear Annie's screams again, even as panic starts in his chest at the consideration of why Snow might be asking. Finnick's been punished before, punished with the pain or deaths of those close to him. There's tension at the corners of his jaw as he forces himself to nod, to give himself a moment longer before he has to make himself speak.

"What did you do to her? She's no threat to you."