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

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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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He nodded. "Sometimes people exposed to a lot of white magic feel extra good, hyper, energetic, strong...and very very healthy," he warned. Then he put his hands on Bruce's arm and focused, channeling his white magic into the other man. Channeling the magic lifted Gregory's hair out from his head in an aura, a glow of white around first him, then the both of them as he focused, going until he was told to stop.

Bruce nodded, then winced as the aura slid over him and into him. Suddenly, he could feel the change happening, and he cried out. His body shifted, shrank, and turned back into that of a normal man, slowly. When it was done, Bruce sank to sit on the floor and nodded, slumped against a table. "Thank you."

He nodded and sat on the floor across from him. "Hey, helping people is what I do. And when I do it after sun-down, I'm a real White Knight!" though as much as he loved making horrible jokes, as soon as he made that one, he hated himself instead of feeling smug. He still had issues with knights, well, with one knight in particular. How a wonderful woman like Jayden could be friends with a monster like Sigfried... was beyond his understanding. Milov he understood, the spell-wolf was an awesome person and a loyal friend. But Sigfried proved over and over the corruption of the Callian knights, and Jayden just stood there, making excuses for him...

Bruce settled and he facepalmed, wincing. "And a lover of puns, too, eh?" Bruce eyed the man, then finally looked around, and shook his head.

"Where in the names of God are we, anyway?" Bruce knew for a fact he had never been here, or anywhere like this.

"Names?" he asked, curious. And did that mean that this man was religious, and maybe knew some cute pious women. Yes, Gregory had a type, no he was not going to apologize for it, especially not so soon after he broke up with Pam.

Bruce glanced at the other man then looked around. "Yeah. Many scholars agree that there are well over nine billion names for God." He spoke abstractly as he reached into the tatters of his clothing and pulled out a smart phone, as well as some tools, and fiddled with it for a few minutes.

"How long have you been here?"

"Given that we were just talking about god, do you mean hear on thi....in this universe, or in this specific room, or what?" Of course once the man said scholars, that had dashed all his hopes for meeting a cute girl. They'd all be like Luna, more interested in guys like Dominic, with brains, than guys like him... with couch forts. He looked around, dismayed by the lack of sofas he could dismantle.

"Since I'm fairly sure I'm not in my universe anymore, I'll just say back home." Then he finished what he was doing, and raised his phone, carefully moving it around as he scanned the room. "Yep. Both of us have been moved form our original universes, and we're not from the same one, either."

He sighed down at the newly altered quantum scanner and hmmed. "We seem to be on a ship of some kind, in space, so, perhaps a crewman will come along soon."

"And about now, I'm guessing you were wishing Dominic were here instead of me," he said with a bit of a sigh. He really REALLY needed a couch fort. And a cat. Or maybe some time with Rachel, it was hard to be depressed while fending off a make-over.

"Why? You've done what few others in the multiverse could do. I think you earned your spot here. Wherever here is." Bruce nodded.

"What... exactly do you think I did?" he asked, giving him an odd look.

Bruce turned the full force of his smile and his eyes, full of intelligence, on the other man. "First, you did the impossible, by enabling my mind to control the Hulk's body, and pushed away my rage. Second, you enabled me to change back to my normal body with ease. Third, you are not panicking visibly, nor are you acting like an idiot. Fourth, you acted to help an absolute stranger without hesitation. Together, you acted well, quickly, smartly, and with power. That combination is exceptionally rare."

He shrugged a bit, not quite sure how to take the compliment. It's not that he didn't get them often, it's just that those usually came... well... from family. And that was always different. Or from Rachel, those complements were usually weird and involved the words "butt-less chaps" so... yeah.

"First and second, I didn't know they were a big deal. Something similar happened to me once, and Dominic helped me through it, so I had an idea how to help you. Of course, he used his brains, I used white magic, but..." he shrugged a bit. "And... why would I panic or act like an idiot?" While it was never really said, it was clear there were times his mother, at least, thought the word "idiot" at his father. Many times. Always with affection, but her expression said the word clearly enough, and what triggered it... well, that was a lot of what Gregory inherited from his father...

"I guess," he said, hesitantly. It wasn't really rare to him, it was what anyone would do. He considered that, and thought of the idiots in Lynn's Brook, and the morons who messed up Barthis, and Luna's whole messed up family. Well... maybe it was what anyone in his family would do. That... made him feel a little bit better. He deliberately did not think about what Jacob would have done...

"Anyway, I think you're fine as you are, if we can figure out where we are, and how we got here." Bruce shook his head.

"A spaceship, sure, but which one, and why? And, perhaps, when."

He shrugs. "I don't know, I arrived just before you did, I think. Dominic would have had some awesome vision by now that would have totally explained everything..." and he waited, looking around, then his shoulders wilted. "That totally would have worked at home."

"I know what you mean." Bruce chuckled. "I think we'd better look into finding our way to whoever is in authority." He glanced around then back at the man. "I'm Bruce."

"Gregory, Gregory Deegan," he said, offering his hand, then he grinned impishly. "Yes, THAT Gregory Deegan," he added, as though the name would mean something to a man who said they were from different universes. Oh, but hey, maybe this guy knew Dominic's friend Klo Tark. He was from a different universe. But... neither of them needed something to help them breathe, so probably not.

One eyebrow raised and he shook the man's hand. "Never heard of you."

Then he glanced around. "And maybe we should not mention the whole changing thing and powers thing, here."

"Why not?" he asked, and he could be asking about either comment, smug little brat. But what he wouldn't give for his axe about now...

"Whenever in strange places, one should never be too quick to offer information. It's better to keep it to one's self."

Bruce glanced around. "People tend to react badly to what they don't understand."

He shrugged a bit. "I got bullied for being a cripple by people who didn't know me, and attacked for being gay, which I'm not, though I shouldn't be even if I was, and then for being a hero. People knowing about you seems to stop it more than anything else." He considered, "or that could just be that everyone in my family is scary powerful, and most of them are well known."

He considered. "I don't think I'll be able to keep my magic secret, though. If someone needs me, that gets me all fired up, and I just have to go help, you know?"

"Well, better to bring it out then, rather than announce it." Bruce didn't trust authority, any authority, frankly. He would rather noone know about powers, and powers not exist. He had opinions, for sure.

He shrugged. "Either way, I guess. But you were just through an ordeal, you hungry or anything, this place smells like food, and there are all these tables. Or of you want, we can discuss something else, and table the food topic..."

Bruce nodded. "Now that you mention it, I am hungry. I wonder if they even take money from my world here..." He spotted someone working a machine, and food appearing, and his eyes widened. "Holy moley. They've mastered matter-energy transformation..." He stared, then his stomach grumbled, and he chuckled. "I think we can use one of those things. " He pointed.

"Following you," he said. "This all looks like something weird from one of Luna's drawings."

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