Test Drive #7 - Ten Forward and Captain's Yacht

[ten_fwd_mods]

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

[stillplaying]

It’s something she hasn’t done in a while. In the past couple of weeks, since Peeta’s return to Twelve, meals have become a more regular thing for her. She no longer needs Greasy Sae to watch her. She can function a little better now in that huge house that seemed empty except for the ghosts of memories. There are still days she doesn’t eat a thing, days where she stays curled up in bed unable to even hunt. But it’s not as bad as it had been when she first returned home. She hasn’t purposely tried to starve herself in a while now.

Until now.

At least the reasons are different. This time, she’s not trying to hurt herself. It’s an act of defiance. A way to assert her independence in this game, keep herself from becoming indebted to any of the other prisoners aboard this vessel. She can’t owe them. She can’t owe anyone. That would be a mistake. Unsafe.

She eyes the bread suspiciously and shakes her head again, this time glowering a little at the man. If she wants food, she can find it herself. She doesn’t need to accept handouts, no matter how hungry she may be.

[immutablysam]

Sam shrugs. "Suit yourself. I don't like it here either, but we're stuck. Least til the ship finds another planet to send people down to. You'll be better off to face what's next if you eat... but that's on you."

That's about all the patience for charity Sam has. 'He' returns to his own meal of the damned replicated food, and lets the girl alone.