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

[dust_of_life]

"I'd be stressed out too if I had to wear space pajamas," she drawled.

And, you know, if her home was being invaded by people from across the multiverse. Oh yes. Artemis and Liam would not handle that well. They wouldn't even tolerate conclave.

[deadmanbusiness]

"Trever assures me they're supposed to be quite comfortable. But Trever would also kill to be here," Theo says absently.

[dust_of_life]

...okay then.

She was probably going to regret it, but she had to ask. "Trever?"

[deadmanbusiness]

"He's a co-worker of mine and a big Star Trek fan. Ridiculously big fan. This would be a dream come true for him."

Trever is that geeky guy. Admittedly, he's good looking, doesn't live in his mother's basement, has a girlfriend and good hygiene, but ... still he could wax poetical about the intricacies of Doctor Who's relationship with his companions and his various incarnations and connections, can name all the aliens in Star Wars, doesn't need to look up the obscure rules for D&D games and was working on learning Klingon at one point.

[dust_of_life]

"I'd be willing to trade places with him," she said dryly. A dream come true? A dream come true?

Frankly, Fatima was starting to feel like she was trapped between two hells. On the one hand, she was free from Zelien and potentially all of the torture that went with that. On the other hand, she'd been separated from Sam and Morgana and the people she'd grown to care for there.

And if there was a third hand to be had, she wasn't home either.

[deadmanbusiness]

"I get first dibs as he's from my world," Theo says with a wry grin.

Yeah, Theo doesn't get it either. And he's just as upset being away from family and home as well.

[dust_of_life]

Fair was fair, she supposed.

Fatima nodded. "Okay. Fine. But if you have another overly enthusiastic friend, I call dibs on trading with him or her."

[deadmanbusiness]

"I think he has an uncle who'd be happy to come here as well," Theo says.

[dust_of_life]

"Problem solved," she said, wiping her palms against one another. "You and I get out of dodge and they can go on happy space adventure funtime. Or something like that."

[deadmanbusiness]

"Though it might be a bit of a cruel and unusual punishment to dump a pair of McCallums on these people. I mean, they haven't done anything wrong or some such."

[dust_of_life]

"You can't please everyone," Fatima replied. "Might as well try to please the people you like."

[deadmanbusiness]

"Yes, I suppose so. Though, I'd still feel a bit guilty doing that to a bunch of innocent people."

[dust_of_life]

Guilty and innocent were all relative. The line had blurred for Fatima, a lot, over the past five years.

And Zelien had hardened the line about survival.

"Well," she said listlessly, "it's all hypothetical anyway."

[deadmanbusiness]

"Mostly. The City I was trapped in... occasionally would bring in people from all over, people you knew sometimes, in for a weekend and then they'd vanish," he says. "But I've no idea if that's in play here."

[dust_of_life]

"I guess I'll tell you if I see anyone I know," Fatima said.

Somehow, she doubted it. The multiverse liked to play favorites, she'd noticed. It brought in dozens of people from Storybrooke. Never once someone else from Camelot, besides Morgana.

Just how it chose its favorites was a mystery, of course. But she never claimed to be an expert anyway.