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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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But... there was no one there. No... no one she knew. Now she was really REALLY confused.She was, however, now offering an unintentional profile towards her sister, unaware she was there, that she had been spotted. Her fingers closed around Buttercup, making the cat yowl softly.
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The last time she had seen Prim, there had been explosions. Loud, deafening explosions with horrible and burning that hadn’t kept her from running towards her sister as Prim lit up like a pyre while mouthing Katniss’ name. She had been too close to the traps. Too close to the injured children. Caught in Gale’s hummingbird trap, a trap that Coin had set and allowed.
Prim never should have been there. Wouldn’t have, if Katniss complied more. If Katniss had been anyone but the Mockingjay.
It should have been her to die that day. But it hadn’t been.
“Prim?” The question is a whisper, a name she manages to barely force out. Katniss clears her throat and then, louder, repeats, “Prim!”
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Prim pulled Buttercup into her arms as she stood and turned, keeping her side pressed to Lady, as if afraid to loose contact with the goat her sister had given her.
Buttercup hissed at Katniss at the same time Prim saw her, her eyes wide. "Katniss?" she gasped, then she scrambled over the bench she had been sitting on, afraid to let go of the cat in this strange place, but reaching one armed for her sister. She half expected to run into a wall or something between them.
This had to be some sort of weird capitol trick! The games had just started, but... She launched herself at her sister anyway when she was close enough, trying to cling one handed, Buttercup squashed between them.