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!]

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[the_blood]

"I... have trouble imagining that," she murmured, a bit awed by the thought. "I have heard of people believing they were born to the wrong realm, or race, or even species... but gender?"

[deadmanbusiness]

"Sure, why not? If species, realm or race is possible," Theo says. Though he suppose if gender is such a ridged concept in their society.

[the_blood]

"Because... it... it's gender. immutable..." she said. She shook her head. "How would you know if you were to serve? What of caste? Would that change caste?" She had seen many things in the webs of dreams and visions, but none as confusing as this...

[deadmanbusiness]

Theo gives a bit of an interior sigh as he has no idea how to explain this thing.

"There are no castes in regards to gender in my world. Or castes in general."

[the_blood]

"How.... do people not kill each other without castes?" she asked, stunned.

"Remember, Landens do not have caste," he said softly. "They manage to survive."

"We were created to protect them," she pointed out.

[deadmanbusiness]

And now Theo gives her a bewildered look. "Why would people go around killing each other because they don't have a caste?"

[the_blood]

"Because caste it the backbone of protocol, and without protocol, how would we stop Warlord Princes from killing too many people?" she asked. Which could have sounded insulting to warlord Princes, except for the fact that Theiorn nodded, agreeing.

[deadmanbusiness]

"We have laws and regulations originally created by the gods and upheld by lawmakers, police, armies and the general population at large. Admittedly the laws have changed over the years - human sacrifice has been outlawed in most areas of the world - and there are people who don't follow the laws, and there is the occasional war... but on the whole it works."

Theo doesn't take it as insulting, it sounds rather like ancient warlords back when the world was younger. He also is perfectly serious about the human sacrifice thing.

[the_blood]

"We have had wars too," she said softly. "But... Human... sacrifice? I do not follow..."

[deadmanbusiness]

Well, this is not going to be awkward at all. If you believe that, there's a bridge over there that's for sale.

"To prove your loyalty to your gods and ask them for a boon of some sort, be it personal or for the well being of everyone, it used to be appropriate to sacrifice a human in their name. The sacrifice also gives the god energy. It's basically killing a person in a ritualistic manner. But we've stopped doing that. Now people just use goats, sheep or cows, animals like that," he explains, not exactly sheepish, but... he knows how some people might take it. Generally not very well. It doesn't help that he acts like they're substituting Sweet 'n Low for sugar. Necessary, but doesn't taste quite the same.

[the_blood]

She actually gave a small whimper, and her eyes lost focus. She swayed slightly, her fingers moving in an intricate dance before her.

Theiorn swore under his breath. "Don't touch or jar her now," he warned in a whisper.

[deadmanbusiness]

Theo is actually flat out alarmed but he doesn't think to touch her. You don't touch people when it looks like they're spell casting (unless you want to stop them). But, he never thought explaining human sacrifice would end with a reaction like this!

"What is she casting?" he whispers back.

(Sorry about the delay today, by the way, should be back now.)

[the_blood]

"I think she..." he started.

A small wooden frame, spools of spider silk in different weights appeared before her.

He nodded. "She is lost in the visions," he said softly.

(Pfft. I had a tag come back at me eight months later. This is nothing)

[deadmanbusiness]

"Oh. Well. That's never good," Theo says, still quiet. He really dislikes visions, portents and what usually ends up as doom. "Does she remember them? I have a friend who gets them on occasion, he'll write them down while in the trance and then doesn't remember a thing when he wakes up."

Re: (lol. I just got one on Gaia that had been waiting 2 years....)

[the_blood]

"Why... isn't that good?" he asked, so confused. "And of course she will remember. She may not share what she sees, but I see no call for her to nor remember..." Theiorn was so confused.

(... you win!)

[deadmanbusiness]

"Ah. The visions that I usually end up with tend to speak of doom and not so nice things. And those who have them don't tend to remember them. That's the way the magic works."

(Gaia B/C Rps... that happens, unfortunatly.)

[the_blood]

"Black Widows are the masters of dreams and visions," he said softly. "But rarely do they speak of all they see."

(Never played on those.)

[deadmanbusiness]

He nods. "There's no way to tell if someone will have the gift of visions in my world. It's sometimes in a bloodline, but nothing really substantial like all Black Widows." Theo gives a bit of a wry grin. "I imagine that there's a good reason why they don't do that."

Re: (Never played on those.)

[the_blood]

"That's what they claim," he nodded. "Black Widows tend to be the most sharp-tonged of the witches, but it may be because they willingly walk so close to the edge of madness," he said softly. "They need the strength and bravery to step into the twisted kingdom and the ability to step back out again." he shook his head. "I respect them greatly, though she'd never thank me to know that."

[deadmanbusiness]

"Twisted kingdom?" There's an interesting sounding place. "Have you ever told her that?"

[the_blood]

"I value my head," he said, wryly.

[deadmanbusiness]

"Saying you appreciate her is something that would get your head taken off." That earns an eyebrow raise.

[the_blood]

He grinned. "You've met her now. You don't see it?" he asked, amused.

[deadmanbusiness]

"Yes, I suppose so." There's a shake of his head. "How long does the trance last usually?"

[the_blood]

"It's not exactly a trance, and I have no idea. I served Lady Karla, but I was rarely present when sh wove her webs. Most Black Widows have private workshops where they practice their craft."