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

[deadmanbusiness]

"Gods. There's multiple gods. Each society has their own set of gods. And each god takes care of.. or personifies an aspect of life or nature. My uncle is the god of the moon. He has silver eyes like I do, but is pale white. His personality shifts depending on the position and phase of the moon. And the moon changes in its local appearance depending on his own mood. If he's angry it'll be a blood moon. A goddess of war, helps her people in fighting wars, giving them the gifts and skills to fight and win battles. A river or water goddess can influence the water, the tides... things like that."

Theo frowns. "Humans were created to serve gods. In return the gods protect and help their people. Humans may look like gods, but they're not. They only have a tiny aspect of a god's magic, magic that they wouldn't have if it weren't for the gods."

[the_blood]

"The dragons created the Blood, gifting us craft, so that we would care for the landens and world," She said softly.

[deadmanbusiness]

Theo physically winces at the mention of dragons. He doesn't like them. Mostly because they've kidnapped him and held him for ransom.

"What the landen?" he asks, trying to draw her into the conversation.

[the_blood]

She huffed slightly, then looked at Theiorn, an unspoken command clear in her glance. The glasses he had been fetching appeared in his hands. She took hers and sniffed. "The coffee here is not fantastic," she said dryly, but sipped it anyway. She glanced at Theo again. "Landens are the people of each race who lack the Craft, lack magic."

[deadmanbusiness]

Interesting trick, Theo continues to think. He smiles a bit. "It has caffeine. It's a wonderful thing. I once was struck with a curse that prevented me from having any caffeine whatsoever. No matter what I tried."

He presses his lips together. "So, there are multiple races? It's a strange idea, for me, the idea of individuals with no magic."

[the_blood]

They were starring at him, stunned. It was a moment after he was done talking, before Aiylisha could form words. "No... coffee...?" she whispered, horrified, "for how long?" Yes, she did in fact grow up knowing Jaenelle...

"I have yet to see a witch that could," Theiorn started, then stopped when Aiylshia turned a golden eyed glare on him. "I say nothing," he said simply.

"I wish," she snorted.

[deadmanbusiness]

"Two days. I almost murdered and raised a few people by the end of it. I mean, they were being completely unreasonable idiots. I said I didn't want my sandwich to have onions in it twice."

Clearly, to a caffeine deprived Theo this was justifiable murder. And besides, he was going to raise them!

[the_blood]

They exchanged a look. Then she sighed. "Why are males ever males, no matter where I seem to find myself?" she asked grumpily.

[deadmanbusiness]

"Universal constants, I imagine," Theo says with a grin. "Though, Adrienne can be similar at times. She once dumped a coffee pot ... by drop I mean smashed it... on a guy's head ... for trying to hit on her. He didn't even touch her."

[the_blood]

"One of the few males who I don't hate, he taught his wife proficiency with a frying pan as her best weapon," she said simply, amused.

Theiorn suddenly needed to sit. he dropped into a chair beside her. "Yaslana..." he whispered. "Mother knight and may the darkness be merciful, you know YASLANA?!" he asked her. The air warmed as tempers faded.

"Yes," she said primly. "I helped his wife clean when when she was with child, though hearth-craft is not my specialty, and he helped me learn some basic self defense. So, Prince, ready to admit that I can protect myself and that your service is unneeded?" she asked, archly.

"If we are talking about the same Lucivar that I know," he shot back, "he teaches women how to defend themselves enough to hold until help comes, and to watch a male's back if he needs it."

Oh the fire in her gold eyes then, the hot anger. "That is a thing said for the pleasure of the women who feel it is not their place to learn," she snapped. Then those blazing gold eyes turned on Theo. "You would never be so foolish as to say that I could not defend myself, would you?" she asked in a dangerous voice that boded ill.

[deadmanbusiness]

Very quickly, Theo realizes that there is definitely subtext going on that he will not be able to fathom unless he knows these two people for at least several months. But to the young woman's question he can answer that easily.

"Honestly? Some of the best fighters I know are women. I met my wife when she rescued me from a dragon. The leader of the Eire army is their queen and the king chose her - before she was queen, of course - out of all his knights to rescue the crown prince when he'd been kidnapped. Her youngest sister is considered to be one of the most formidable fighters alive. Some people have just up and surrendered when they hear she's coming." He grins. He might be exaggerating a little, but not by much. "I know enough to defend myself until Adrienne can come and help me."

Theo takes a drink of his coffee and then frowns as he's near the end of his cup.

"I've found it's more a matter of skill and will that makes someone a good fighter, not gender."

[the_blood]

"You are one of the less distasteful males," she said primly, with a sniff.

[deadmanbusiness]

Theo laughs. It's not a mocking laugh, it's a genuinely amused laugh.

"Oh, I wish Adrienne were here. I'd love to introduce the two of you." Adrienne would probably find Aiylisha quite adorable and take her under her wing.

Posting from ipad, please excuse typos and spelling errors

[the_blood]

"I wish she were too, I'd like to meet the witch sensiable enough to have a halfway decent mate."

"Form her, that's high praise indeed," Theiorn said dryly.

No worries.

[deadmanbusiness]

"Only halfway?" Theo's grinning still, very amused. To Theiorn he adds, "I figured."

Home again, home again, jiggity jig

[the_blood]

She gave a small sniff of indignation and did not dignify the exchange with a reply.

Theiorn nodded. If it weren't for his duties to the Queen, he would feel free to befriend this male, and drop into a seat beside him to share a pitcher of ale. But a Queen came first. But if she ever did form a court and he had some time to himself... "If you think you can refrain from screaming, I could fetch us some food," he said dryly.

Oh the glare she gave him...

\o/

[deadmanbusiness]

He'd more than happily make friends with Theiron and his lady, but he's equal opportunity. (Also he'd like to know what makes Theiron tick. It's the necromancer in him.)

"Well, unless she finds my company completely abhorrent, I don't think she would scream," Theo says.

:D

[the_blood]

"So long as you can refrain from being too terribly...male... I think it could be acceptable," she said, sounding amused.

[deadmanbusiness]

"I'm quite conversant in all the latest fashion from Paris," Theo offers. "I can also discuss the merits of different kinds of shoes and jewelry. Though I'm told I'm a bit colorblind when it comes to make up."

He's a married man. He picks these things up.

[the_blood]

"I have no clue where Paris is, but...why would I care about clothing or shoes?" she asked, so confused.

Yeah... Theiorn was no coward, generally, but all the same he was glad to have a valid reason to leave. His speed as he did so could not...quite... be called fleeing.

[deadmanbusiness]

"Paris is the fashion center in my world. And from what Adrienne tells me, good clothes is what makes a woman a proper woman. Though, I think she says that so that I'll buy her all the shiny things she wants."

He's long since resigned himself to using his unlimited credit card on his wife. He also manages to intentionally not notice Theiorn's hasty exit. Sometimes a guy just needs to take an excuse to leave a lady.

[the_blood]

She makes a noise that is a whole lot like HARRUMPH. "Whatever a lady chooses to wear is feminine, and whatever she does not choose to wear is not necessarily so. Why are men so obsessed with the wardrobes of women?" she asked, and it was clearly an old complaint from her, one she could be pleasantly grumpy in, though the first bit sounded more like she was repeating something she heard time and time again. Came from serving in Lady Sylvia's court.

[deadmanbusiness]

Theo holds up his hands. "Adrienne is the one who takes me shopping. I could care less what she wears as long as it makes her happy. She just likes fancy clothing."

He does notice the parroted bit, but still says nothing.

[the_blood]

"So long as I am dressed, I have little care what in," she said primly. "It needs to be comfortable and suit the situation," she said. "Nothing more, nothing less," she said primly.

[deadmanbusiness]

"That sounds like Grace. She is very practical when it comes to clothing," Theo says. Though he also has a feeling that she wouldn't be too happy to be dressed in rags or jeans and a tee-shirt. He could be wrong, but that's the feeling he's getting.