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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!]
Golden Age Superman | DC Comics | Option One
As Earth's culture expanded into the cosmos over time, he would read about it, now and then, and marvel at how far they had come, and smile, and keep moving. And he had lived, mostly, alone.
Until today. He had seen the ship coming, and for some reason, he had not flown away. But instead, he had hailed them, and come aboard, and after being scanned, poked, and prodded, he had been allowed to go to the Ten Forward, pending more tests.
Ah, then penchant of humans to test. He had, in many ways, missed that, as much as anything else.
He had also gotten a set of clothing, and settled to a seat, drinking a chocolate milk and eating a cheeseburger with some pleasure as he watched the people there.
ooc: Eeeeeeeeeee! I hope this is okay. :D
Hill never thought she'd say it, but this guy's arms could give Thor's a run for their money.
"I'd like to violate that man like a parking meter."
The words are muttered under her breath and only to herself, drowned a second later in a swig off her beer. It would suck if someone had super hearing.
Not that she's being particularly covert tonight regardless, given the way her eyes trail shamelessly over Superman from across the room.
Hey, she's off-duty, what Fury doesn't know won't kill him.
ooc: Perfectly fine! Woot~!
That didn't stop him from still having much of Clark Kent in him, and Clark still blushed from words like those. He tried not to look, but he had always had the weakness of curiosity, and he glanced at her, ears orienting his eyes, those crystal blue eyes, on the woman who had spoken.
His eyes caught on her, for a moment, and he stared. Skin that showed use, but loving and dutifully done, and beautiful for it; eyes that showed purpose, and emotion, and at the moment, more; strength, and determination of even her poise while drinking; and those lips...
He flushed brighter red when he realized he was staring and he jerked a nod to her as he smiled to her. "Ma'am." His tone is polite, and maybe slightly strangled, and his voice is a rich, deep thing with a life almost its own.
omg I am dying. Clark, bb~
A moment later, he's flashing those (and damn but they're blue) eyes in her direction.
Her eyes narrow just slightly, beer bottle hovering somewhere close to her mouth, but she doesn't take a sip. Hill is sharp, tactical, analytical, and she's been around the block enough to pick up on things.
Like when someone has heard her from enough distance away to make it suspicious.
She sets her beer aside and smiles, openly flirtatious. "Hi, stranger."
Her interest is added to now by professional curiosity -- you can take the agent out of SHIELD, but you can't take SHIELD out of the agent, and he's something different isn't he? -- but that doesn't change the fact that he's cute as a button.
"What's a nice guy like you doing in a gin joint like this?" she teases.
Clark is so.... Clark. Your Maria is awesome!
The remembrance made him smile, a genuine smile that stretched his mouth wide. Wrinkled pressed aside and for a moment he looked absolutely young. It was the smile he'd always had when someone had made him happy. Her flirtatious words and smile, though, that made him flush harder. "Ah, hello, ma'am. Nice place here?" Smooth? What was that?
He shifted to face her more squarely, and made a kind of a shrugging gesture. "Not sure, really. Just been awhile since I saw people, so when the ship came by, I stopped to come aboard."
One hand rose to his mouth, almost as if to cover it, fingers curled as he rested his face against it. It was an old gesture, a comfortable one. His eyes were intent on hers, keeping them from wandering. But he did, yes, notice she was very fit, yes. And so his cheeks did not stop being red.
:D! omg, thank you! So is your Clark, I am all smiles over here.
But Maria can imagine he's broken a few hearts in his time. There's not many men who can pull off that kind of fumbling shyness and squared jaw at the same time, not to mention that smile.
"So you keep to yourself? That's too bad," she says. "It must get lonely."
OK, maybe she's trying to figure out just how red she can turn him. Call it a hobby.
She gets up and saunters over to his table, not in her standard-issue SHIELD catsuit but still in clothes that hug her curves, can easily go before a senate hearing and still look professional, but allow enough give if she has to kick someone's ass.
Don't ask where she's hiding her gun.
Awesome! This is fun!
That iron will of his managed to keep his eyes on hers... mostly. Almost all the time. That sure was a nice outfit, though! He blew out a breath, the heat on his face not abating, and nodded to her. "Maybe some. But I can see and hear better than most, ma'am. So, even when I'm alone, I tend not to be."
He heard a person swear and for a moment, his eyes went distant. His cheeks cleared as a look of someone looking and listening far away came to his face, and he glanced downward, toward the deck, and beyond it.
A calibration hangs in the balance of going wrong, but is easily righted by a... ah, a crewman taking a test, some decks below, okay. He could hear it all. The voices, the breaths, the engine, and the stars outside. He reminded himself that he was not needed, here and now, and refocused those eyes on hers, and smiled at her, a warm smile again and nodded.
But she had managed to come much closer, and he was caught in looking at her as she came to his table, and he swallowed, and oh, well, there went his cheeks again! "Er, join me for a drink?" His smile was still warm, even if he felt his heart hammering.
IT IS. I love it when Maria gets the opportunity to be shameless. ;)
"That is impressive. Sorry if I embarrassed you."
If he won't let his eyes wander, then she'll have to do enough wandering for the both of them. If she had less restraint, she might even whistle.
But it's the sudden look on his face that catches her eye this time.
Great, another superhero. She knows that look, she's familiar with the self-effacing sweetness and readied muscles, the way they're always focused on every potential threat. Not to mention the Adonis bodies.
Is there some sort of guidebook out there she doesn't know about?
"I'd love to, if you're sure you're not busy."
Heh. And Clark needs someone Shameless to really get him out of his self-imposed corner or shyness
If there was a guidebook, it had probably been written about him, once upon a day.
He smiled again and waved a hand at the chair across from him, rising politely. "Not at all. The crewmembers of this ship are delightfully self-sufficient. Clark hasn't felt this little needed to save the day since he was born. It was... nice.
He waved a hand at a server circulating around and raised an eyebrow at her. "What can I get you, ma'am?"