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

[sabra]

Ziva had always been a bit standoffish, but she did still feel that belonging. It was the only group that she could begin to feel safe belonging to, the only ones with any vague sort of protection. Her sister's life had no such value to the Capitol as hers, because of her victor celebrity. Her father--she hated him, now, for what he had taught them as children. Unwavering loyalty to a man and government who deserved none of it. She claims no belonging there. And so, when she's not alone, she's with the other victors.

She would have been there with them, in conspiracy.

"Not much, except that it is a better place than the one we have left." She looks over toward one of the uniformed humans, motioning with a lift of her chin, then turns her eyes only back towards Finnick. "They will explain everything, if you ask them. That man was surprised when I questioned him about surveillance. He did not know the name Panem. And he said that more people than just us have been brought here--and while we are here, we are considered guests."

She turns her head back, leans forward to rest her elbows on the table and her chin on the backs of her hands. "It seems we have been granted a respite. I do not know how long it will last."

[fishermansweater]

The concept of being a guest is not necessarily one that is a reassurance to Finnick. Certain people on the Capitol like to suggest that the victors are guests there. In general, Finnick's not fond of their hospitality.

"Let's hope they're more hospitable than the last people who made me their guest."

That had been the Capitol, bringing him and the others back to the Games, again, when they'd always lived under the promise that was never going to happen. The most they should have feared was their family being reaped, not they themselves again.

Finnick's eyes had followed Ziva's gestures, and he studies the room, the uniformed personnel, the people who, yes, seem to move with less of the air of fear that's almost always present in the Districts of Panem.

"And I'm here instead of in the arena," he muses.

It doesn't make sense. It should be a glad reprieve, but ... what victor has ever had one of those that turned out well?

"Is it paranoid of me to find that a little too good to be true?"

The smile he gives her has a too-hard edge to it.