TEST DRIVE #10 - Cetacean Pool and Ten Forward

[tenforward_m]

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Option 001. Cetacean Pool/Aquatics Lab: Of all the places in the world, you open your eyes and you find yourself in a medium-sized aquatics laboratory, filled with various living specimens along with various science officers bustling about trying to maintain order. There's much to explore here (and hopefully, in the crew's opinion, not break), but the main attraction is the large pool at the far end of the lab; enormous but tanklike in appearance, it contains several dolphins happily swimming about, seemingly without a care in the world.


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Option 002. Aboard the Enterprise, Ten Forward: You have no idea what just happened. One minute you were home, and now you're on a spaceship, in the middle of a crowded room. It looks like a bar. There are people eating and drinking, some in uniform, others not. Some are clearly aliens.

You've managed to land in Ten Forward a long bar with barstools and a bartender, tables sprinkled throughout, and the far wall is nothing but windows out to space. It looks like a nice lounge, low conversation making the room hum.

Better ask some questions and find out where you are, or just tap the closest person on the shoulder and try to make friends. The bar is open.

Comments

option 2, very AU

[fallsinplace]

Neena wasn't pleased about being dumped in a strange bar without her family. She wasn't usually an angsty kind of person, so she faced the world with a scowl, her arms crossed over her chest. She had her weapons, at least. The rest would work itself out.

The stars outside the window deepened her scowl. Neena didn't like space. She didn't belong there, it was a giant vaccuum of terror and unrelenting death. Plus it made firing her guns actively dangerous for her.

At least there was something to drink, though when she figures out that she won't get intoxicated she's likely to lose even more of her shit

[thepowerofthor]

"It's an odd place, yes?" Thor stepped up near her, and waved a hand for a refill of his water, not trusting the thing called beer here. He was well on the way to creating a still using some new equipment he had fashioned and begun to acquire the raw materials to make real alcohol.

He liked to make sure it was real, after the disappointment he had felt here.

[vanitythyname]

As it turned out, Neena's husband had managed to tag along with her after all, and he made his way across the spacious lounge as soon as he was able to spot her. The fact that she was chatting with his towering, Nordic costar made her stand out that much more. And for once in his life, Thomas Raith was not the slightest bit jealous at seeing his wife conversing with another male.

Maybe he was finally starting to mellow in his old age.

"What have I missed?"

Option 1

[professorhotpants]

Augustine understood that he was in a pokemon laboratory of some kind. He did not understand where that lab was, or what the pokemon in the tank were. Assuming he would be able to explain himself he climbed up the ladder to the ledge before the dolphin tank and peered in. After a little bit of examination he threw out the pokeball for his blastois and had the beast get in the water.

The strange pokemon didn't seem interested in battle. They nosed at blastois and the large pokemon nudged them back. Soon the dolphins were circling around him while he splashed and tried to catch them.

Augustine jotted down notes in his travel notebook and observed with keen interest.

[data_2]

"That is unlikely to work." Data had been on board long enough to access ship's records, and his father's data mining services, and to formulate his responses to whoever found him first. He had already set in motion several small actions which could lead to interesting things, and he was, for once, finding himself with nothing but time.

So he had wandered up to meet this strange man. After observing what the man was doing, Data thought it likely he was a scientist like many in this lab, but not of this time or place.

Getting Directions

[elephanthead]

"Wirt? Wirt!" The change happened so suddenly that he didn't notice that the forest was no longer around him. "Well frog he isn't here."

The young boy circles his frog not knowing that he was more lost than he realized. It didn't really mater to him. No matter what he had to find his brother.

"You stay here. I'll get directions." He talked to the frog leaving the green slimy thing on the floor as he wonders up to the first person he sees. They might first notice the pot that was upside down on his head and then the carefree smile across his lips.

"Excuse me. I'm lost! Have you seen my brother Wirt?"

[kaylinneya]

The voice reached her ears and pulled at her heart. A kid. In trouble. She turned on a heel and headed for the kid. The look on her face was one that only happened when there was a child in need. All the harness left her face.

She walked over to him. "Hey," she said softly, kneeling before him. "My name is Kaylin, Kaylin Neya. Can you tell me what your brother looks like?" she asked softly, resting a hand on her shoulder.

The was a small translucent dragon-like creature around her shoulders, chewing on her hair stick.

Option 2

[southernreaper]

There's something disorienting about pacing back and forth in a cell, then taking a step and stumbling forward and finding yourself plastered against a piece of glass - or whatever - separating you and a starfield.

Kevin pushes himself up and looks around. Is it the Shi'ar? Skrulls? No, the people look human. They're staring at him. He immediately feels in his pockets. He shouldn't have taken off his gloves.

His gloves are missing!

"Stay back!" He tucks his hands into his pockets and scrunches his shoulders forward. "Just... stay back!" He orders the people. They're pressing closer; he can feel it. His shoulders press against the glass behind him and his bangs flop into his face. Scared green eyes stare at the others in the room.

... This is going to be so bad.

[diamonds_are_forever]

The sound of a familiar voice yelling drew Emma's attention. She looked up, shoving a guard away from Kevin to avoid an unfortunate incident. "Kevin, take a deep breath," She spoke calmly, keeping her hands tucked by her sides, despite her maternal urges dictating otherwise. There was simply too much at stake to risk an accident.

Of course it was a surprise he wasn't dead, but that was hardly relevant at the moment. She only hoped he would be reasonable.

[thepowerofthor]

Thor heard the commotion and turned toward the direction of it. For a moment, he stared at the man, and then slowly nodded. The boy's name was very much elusive, but the memories from that world were more full than any other, and he would find a way to sort them, later.

"What is wrong?" Thor stayed back, but knelt nearby, a few feet away, hands out to the sides, to show he meant no harm. "You are safe here." As safe as on their own world, really... so not safe. Really.

How old is the kid?

[kaylinneya]

A spate of swearing from Kaylin as she strides over. It was that lovely bit of stupidity. She loved her job, but like anyone who worked hard, she felt almost compelled to complain when something she was trained for happened. Of course, shifts around here could get kind of dull, especially with her being unofficial and everything at the moment.

But the Hawk in her, the cop in her, knew when she had to step forward. She strode over, using the voice she had been trained in for crowd control, pitched to carry, tinged with authority, but designed to not cause a panic. "Alright everyone, back off, let's give the kid some breathing room. Back off, give him some space. If you're not a doctor or a Ha... security, clear out. NOW!"

She never took her eyes off the kid as she spoke and as the crowd thinned, she slid closer. She kept her palms up, faced towards him, as she slowly advanced, stopping just out of arm's reach of him, keeping her eyes on him, though her senses remained alert to the wider world. No bloody way was she giving someone a chance to ambush her from behind.

This is why Hawks work the beat in pairs. But here... here she was alone. And technically off duty. Not that being off duty had ever stopped her, or any other Hawk, from stepping up when they were needed.

"Okay, kid," she said, keeping her voice calm and level, "they're backing off. Talk to me. I'm Private Neya, I'm here to help."

Dr. Rodney McKay | Stargate: Atlantis | 01

[mockthedyingman]

"You, water person. Go be somewhere else."

In between the usual commotion, there was one irate scientist pushing through, furiously tapping away on his tablet. In fact, McKay was so engrossed in his work, that he hadn't even realized he was not on Atlantis anymore. Yet. A little detail he might not have missed had he actually bothered to visit their own aquatics labs just once. But he hadn't, so he didn't, and for now he kept jabbing his finger at the screen, trying to find the fault in their transporter system that presumedly had brought him to the other side of the city.

With an exasperated sigh he tapped his earpiece. "This is McKay. Apparently the transporter system is malfunctioning - again - and I know you think this is probably not the time to tell you 'I told you so' but then again, you thinking is what got me into this situation, so you don't have a say in the matter. And for God's sake, who authorized a SeaWorld in the oceanic labs? Because let me tell you right now, I have a list of about 457 projects that could put these resources to better use."

One of the scientists looked more than affronted and actually stopped to intervene but Rodney swatted at him like a fly he was trying to get rid of. "Hello, personal space, yes, thank you? Maybe Flipper over there appreciates your wet hands all over his breathing apparatus but I don't, so why don't you go back petting your krill or... whatever it is you do down here, actually, you know what, I don't really care?"

And with a pointed look at the guy he turned away and moved on. Still no answer and when he tapped his headpiece again his expression turned sour. "This is McKay, will you please respond and confirm I am not stuck down here with Aquaman's B-team for the rest of the day!"

[atadiscoverer]

"Rodney?"

There'll be a familiar-sounding Scottish accent just behind McKay as Carson is just staring at him, a bit dumb-founded. He got called down here to run a routine chemical check of the water, just to make sure the dolphins were happy with their living conditions... all perfectly routine, he was told, despite constant protests that he was a doctor, not a vet.

Still, here he was, dressed exactly like he would be on Atlantis, the one difference being the combadge pinned to his labcoat. And here Rodney was... as abrasive as ever.

This probably wasn't going to go too well.

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[liamjones]

(Testing two cannon points, feel free to reply to either, or both, just specify, please.)

CP 1-

"What devilry is this?" Liam asked, under his breath as he looked around the rather... odd... place he found himself. He had been just about to board his ship with news of an exciting and rather secret assignment, but stepping off the gangplank...

His brother's voice vanished, as did the comforting snap of the sail, the scent of the ocean air...

Instead he found himself in... well... he was rather unsure what to call this odd place. In of doors, certainly, but without the faintest stirring of the air, he rather thought they were likely below ground to boot. No ship's cabin, for the air smelled off and there was no gentle rocking beneath his feet, some sort of storage area, he supposed, save for two things - no scent or sight of anything being stored, and people moving about as though it were early morning in a tavern.

He had to go into one, every now and again, to fetch out a sailor who needed reminders as to punctuality and other aspects of good form. He had no ship with such dens of ill repute himself. And yet... there was none of the violent revelry he had come to expect of such a place, no one seemed to be fighting or shouting out of turn.

What the devil was going on?


CP 2 - Pain. His world had become a narrow black tunnel of pain. He should have listened to his little brother, should have trusted his remaining blood... But if he couldn't trust King and Country... what was left for him?

Not that there was much time for that to matter. He could feel the plant's poison working it's way to his heart. He had been with his brother just seconds before, dying amid warm sun and the comfort of the only person left that he could trust, the only person yet who cared if he lived, beyond needing a captain and a sucker.

Now he was... he wasn't sure. Darker. Was this death? Was this dying? At what point... would the pain end?

"I'm so sorry.... my brother...." he whispered, with what he presumed was his last breaths....

Option 2

[seekingcrocodile]

He's headed into the lounge for, well, a fake drink at least (because honestly there's not much else to do around here but drink not-alcohol) when he hears a voice. A familiar voice he'd never expected to hear again. That voice is enough to freeze him in his tracks and get him to turn his head to see where it came from.

"Liam." It's barely above a whisper itself, but then the panic sets in as he runs over to kneel beside Liam. "Liam! Can I get some help over here please?!"

Kitty Norville

[midnighthour]

[ooc: This is me Test driving her here and testing out her voice so it might be a little rocky at first. I'd love the help though! In this she is also from a time closer to the beginning of the series.]

Kitty paced back and forth her eyes flicking over towards the wide windows that displayed her new predicament. This was just great! Put a werewolf in a box with a bunch of people and no place to run. Even without the moon she felt the pull of the wolf at her senses. It was only a few weeks away but then it was always a few weeks away.

It hadn't been a problem until now.

She paused moving back towards the bar sitting and resting her head in her palms. She had to pull herself together but it was so hard without anyone else here. Why had she left her pack? Why did she think that was a good idea? Her best friend was dead because of her.

Kitty glanced up at the bartender and waved at him to get a drink. Could she even do her show here? That was her life, she had given up everything for her show and that was taken from her too. A growl rippled in her chest and it took her a moment to calm herself.

Pull yourself together kitty.

She chanced one more look around the room, her wolf gazing through her stare. It smelled weird here. A soft clink pulled her attention back to the bar and she quickly downed the amber liquid winching at the strange taste of her drink.

[fuckyoudracula]

With people from so many places and so many races, there were plenty of contributing factors to the weird smell. Such as the man sitting nearby, elbows on the bar, staring into half-empty pint of beer. Or whatever it was that passed for beer. He wasn't completely convinced. Even among all the other strange scents around, his was identifiable if not a common scent for a living person. But then he wasn't living.

Blood and death.

Lifting his head, he seemed to sniff the air briefly. "It smells like dog in here."

Option 002

[1stmacleod]

Connor MacLeod has been in so many bars, over the centuries. One is much like another, when it comes down to it. There's something about the need for a place to sit and drink, ether to drown one's troubles or to socialize, that seems to be a human constant across time. On the other hand, he's noticed not everyone in this place looks human.

How he got here, he's not sure, and finding himself in a bar with no memory of how he got there isn't a wholly unfamiliar situation. This time he's pretty sure he didn't pass out drunk or anything first, though. He's just here. And if he wasn't drunk, now just might be a damn good time to have a drink, because he's as lost as he's ever been in his long life. Hunched stiffly on a stool, the scruffy stranger sips whatever passes for whiskey, here, and watches, trying to get the lay of the land and the people. He's already noted all the exits and strategic points in case of a fight, but somehow that does nothing to make him feel any better about how bizarre the setting is.

[theycallmetodd]

People react very differently when first arriving to the ship. Confusion is always there, in some cases mixed with fear, in others with anger or even excitement. Others react with a lower key. The quiet and guarded confusion of the man who has come to sit next to him at the bar reminds the old Wraith of his own reaction when he first found himself in this strange place.

"Just arrived?" He asks, the pitch of his two-toned voice anything other than human, and just as alien as his appearance.

Enis Edrin | OC | Option 2

[blindpuppet]

[ooc: Icons subject to change. Still writing up info about OC on journal so nothing useful is there. She's from a futuristic earth and has a computer chip in her head. She's 25 and lives alone with a small dog who's a hologram.]

This was the last thing she had been expecting. The first thing she did was check her bag to make sure she still had her equipment. It was just the bare minimum of her things but it was enough for what she had in mind that day. She had been heading to the park to see if she could pick up a little bit of extra cash. Anything helped when you lived alone in a mostly empty apartment in the middle of a broken city and then spent all of your free funds on computers and mixers.

Enis sighed softly, happy to see that her things were still with her.

Her eyes were bright blue and her dark hair fell loosely around her shoulders in messy waves. Her palm pushed at her forehead as a confused expression colored her features. Where the hell was she? Her eyes flicked over towards the windows. Space. Well that was answered at least.

"Damn."

Enis moved over towards an empty table, her footsteps almost silent as she moved. She hadn't noticed she was moving so gracefully until the small puppy appeared next to her ankles. She looked down at him curiously; had she called him? His fur was gray and if it wasn't for the occasional disappearing and reappearing he'd look like a normal little wolf pup.

"I didn't call you."

Her voice was only a whisper as she places her things across an empty table. The pup disappeared and then reappeared on top of the table rolling on his back as she went through and set up some of her things. She heard the pup buzzing in her thoughts but she quickly shut it out. She didn't want her current situation to upset her but that was obviously not working. Otherwise that annoying little puppy wouldn't be staring at her from the table with a worried gaze.

Peggy Carter (after the events on Agent Carter/One Shot) Option 002

[peggy_carter]

Peggy stared out the view port, it was impossible. But then again what was impossible anymore?

Her drink was more water than scotch at this point, small drops slid down the side of the glass and sparkled their way to the carpet below. The chill in her fingertips was as lost to her as she was to the stars beyond. Beautiful, epic, terrifying and exciting all at once. This was the sort of vista that made one realize just how small they were in the grand scheme of things, and yet the very ship they were in spoke of the spark which meant that perhaps though small they were far from insignificant.

She somehow felt less alien here amongst the odd assortment of beings and machines and things than she had felt in the offices of the S.S.R. in New York. Granted the house had been more posh it was still a place where a woman was not seen in light of her merit but rather her value of the day.

If this was where the future was headed? Peggy would readily sign up.

[always_a_gerbil]

By now, Steve was getting used to ending up in distant times. Thankfully, this transition hadn't been accompanied by plane crash and freezing water. He had enough nightmares about ice to last a couple of lifetimes. This time, the transition had been startling but less painful. One minute he was in the leaving a meeting with Fury, the next he was on a space ship.

At least he had an idea of where he was and this wasn't some HYDRA plot. But when he caught sight of her he began to wonder if he had been kidnapped and dosed with some sort of hallucinogen.

For a few seconds, all he could do was stare. Peggy. But she was... he'd seen her only a few weeks before and...

This was like one of his better dreams. Peggy looking beautiful and poised, waiting...

His heart caught painfully, the ache almost making him afraid that whatever brought him here had brought his asthma with him as well. "Peggy?" His voice cracked slightly, making him sound like the kid most people assumed he was. "Peggy Carter. You're her, aren't you?"

Karrin Murphy Option 2

[murph]

"No offense, just saying I don't care how good your technology is it can't give me Mac's beer." She shrugged and pushed away a glass of something that was close but just not the amazing brew that the enigmatic bartender brewed at his own place.

"Just a straight up beer with a whiskey chaser, and does that machine make stuff with less calories? Because I could kill for some cheese sticks right about now." Hey if this place wanted to accommodate her why not let it? At least after she determined it was in no way magic. Magic and favors are a bad combo, but machines didn't seem to have the same laws of debt attached to them.

If she was a few years younger all of this might be a but hard to take, but having seen witches, werewolves, vampires and every thing the fae had sent at her she had learned to take a lot on faith. Hell she'd dated one of them even, there was more in this world than she could explain so what was such a leap about actually being in space? That much was real and solid in her own lifetime.

It was still wild though, aliens, laser guns, transporter beams...hell Harry woulda.. he would have loved it. This would have been right up his alley, Butters too and Molly probably. But Harry had lived and breathed for this kind of thing. Half the books he'd had all over his apartment had been scifi this or that.

Maybe this was his way of looking out for her, he brought her out of Chicago and up on a spaceship. St Dresden, now there was a laugh. But it would also be like him to try and spare her the pain of losing her job with CPD, among other things. She still fought the idea that he was really dead, mostly because he was just to damned stubborn and inconvenient to work that way, he never let her be sure about anything.

So whatever the reason, here she was in space, in the year who-knows, on a space ship with aliens and robots and no good beer; well, no great beer. And absolutely no idea what she was going to do, aside from; for the moment drink. "Ain't that just a kick in the ass?"

[dresdensluck]

Somewhere nearby, a familiar voice could be heard, and a familiar figure could be seen, not walking, but crawling...

Harry had been here a few months now. It was long enough to get settled in while still trying to investigate ways home, and Ways home, as well. Long enough to start a whole new life, with a girlfriend, which seemed an odd thing, still, to think, even as he knew it to be true.

Harry was, today, wandering, trying to pinpoint the ways energy flowed on the Enterprise. Sure, maybe he could have asked, but where was the fun in that? He was still protected by the weird bubble that Q had put into place to keep him from blowing out all the power circuits on the ship. Even so, he did his best to keep his 'aura' in and not get excited or too annoyed by life here.

Thus it was that he tended not to geek out about the space stuff as much as he wanted to, and when he was working, like now, he kept his head down. He was, if nothing else, always utterly graceful. Of course.

Thus, witness a Harry Dresden, wearing, anew, a version of his trademark duster, as he half-crawled, half-walked, along one section of floor, emerging from the people slowly, peering downward, his Sight on as he tracked the power lines flowing through the ship. He was muttering, just loud enough to be heard.

"Man, if only this could be a Rebel Alliance ship. I had the plans to those once upon a time, back home. But no, gotta be drawn to the great gravy train to the stars. Why me? Oooh, hey, there's one junction... that must be where the EPS conduits for this section meet up and flow..."

Howard Stark - Agent Carter / Marvel Cinematic Universe

[likesfondue]

Howard Stark, man of many talents. Bright. Enigmatic. Intelligent. He was a man who was a charmer. He loved the ladies, and some of the men too, though that didn't get as much press. Some things just had to remain private, even if you were a Stark. A man who loved science, he loved to see how things worked. His mind was always whirling, always trying to invent something new, something better. He was a man who loved his work.

Sometimes a little too much. His life suffered for it. Oh, he had a life, lots of fun and knew how to throw his money around, but that didn't always buy happiness. His best friends were his butler and the woman he could never have, the one that was just too good for him. He wasn't surprised by that fact. As fabulous as he was, even he couldn't play second fiddle to Captain America. Nobody could ever fill those shoes. Instead, he loved Peggy like a friend. Like a sister. And always made sure to be there for her as much as she was for him. He'd have been lost without her. Peggy and Jarvis were the only two who had rooted for him all along and believed in his innocence, even when he wasn't really. He thought he'd been doing a good thing. The road to hell and all of that.

Peggy. He could go for a little does of her right about now.

He smiled as he made his way around the bar otherwise known as Ten Forward, sipping his drink and eying the other patrons. Waking up in a place he didn't remember passing out at wasn't a new thing for Howard. Space, now that was something different. If he was going to find out anything about where he was, he was going to have to do what he did best. Charm people. He turned, walking up to the first person he saw with a huge grin.

"Hey, I'm Howard. A bit new around here. Fancy showing a new guy the ropes? I promise not to bite hard?"

[stark_spangled]

He knows that voice.

He hasn't heard it in 23 months and 69 years, but he knows that voice like he knows the sound of Vibranium taking a hit, or the smoker's lung stutter of war birds flying overhead. He glances up, focus shifting from the pad of paper sitting in front of him to some unfixed point at first.

"He's lying," he says, loud enough to be heard, the corner of his mouth half-cocked in a smile. He sets the pencil down and looks in the direction of the voice at last. Even if Howard isn't looking right at him, Steve would know that silhouette anywhere. "He's got jaws like a pit bull's."

It's been 1 year, 11 months, and 14 days since the last time Steve Rogers laid eyes on Howard Stark, but it feels like a lifetime ago. And in a way, it has been.

Inara Serra - Firefly/Serenity

[hashersecrets]

A woman of beauty and grace, dark hair cascades down her shoulders as she glides through Ten Forward. There is a twinkle of something in her eyes, but otherwise she appears impassive, as if she cares not for anyone around her. The best way to get information is to look around, acting as if you're not noticing at all. Brief snippets of conversation can be heard, but if she hears it, she shows no sign of it.

She smiles at the patrons. While she may look friendly and accommodating, she is anything but. The smile doesn't quite match her eyes. She doesn't linger to speak with any one person too long. If she does, she knows she'll never find out where she is.

She moves up to the bar, one arm resting against it as she glances around Ten Forward. Ordering a glass of tea, she wishes that she had Kaylee or Wash with her, someone who might be able to at least tell her where they are.

The idea of when doesn't even cross her mind. One thing she does realize is that she is on a ship. And, sadly, not one she recognizes. It's not like anything she's ever been on before, Serenity or Alliance.

Whatever did happen, she is a very long way from home.

[meimeimechanic]

"'Nara?" Kaylee sounded muffled around the berries that she was in the middle of eating. She could have sworn she saw the companion walking through the Ten Forward. She finished them up as quick as she could and started running across the bar to one of her good friends. Weaving around the folk and tables trying to go as quick as she could to get to the bar when she saw Inara sat there.

"Inara!" She bounces up. "Hey!" Kaylee was so glad to see someone else from back home. She missed her family.

Max Bergman | Hawaii Five-0 (2010) | Option 2

[warp_9]

Have a young man stood in the centre of Ten Forward. He's stood there, stock still, staring around with a look of slack-jawed awe, before removing his glasses, rubbing at an eye, and replacing them.

He's wearing a green jacket, open, with a red checkered collared shirt underneath. On the jacket is an insignia, a red circle with the dual twisted serpents, rod with wings, embossed in gold, that symbolises medicine. The badge also bears the words "Medical Examiner - Honolulu." On the left is his name; "Dr. Max Bergmen - Chief Medical Examiner."

Definitely medical.

Either way, he's obviously recognising where he is, given the look of sheer awe on his face.

[imaginary_wife]

Again, Meh Yewll found herself sitting in Ten Forward trying to take a load off. And again, there was some stranger that appeared out of nowhere, making her pause with her raktijino near her lips.

"Christ," she breathed irritably, sitting the cup down.

"Okay, omnipotent being got you. Probably thought it was funny. Now you're on a starship full of aliens. Computer answers to the name 'computer' and isn't terribly creative, but she'll answer your questions. Yadda yadda yadda." She made a little 'talking' hand motion with the yadda bit.

"So I'm guessing that, possibly, you're a medical examiner. I might be wrong."

Dave Lister | Red Dwarf | 2. Ten Forward

[smeg_off]

"Smegging hell! What is this now?"

Of course it was something strange again, finding himself misplaced out of his universe. How many times a year does this happen? At least twice. Or had he switched bodies? A despair squid? Oh it could be a video game!

Lister adjusted the hat on his head, squinting out of one eye but grinning in that sort of yeah, okay uncertain half-smile. People, though! People were good. People were nice company. Having been the only human in the infinite reaches of space on what felt like a futile mission home for a while certainly made one appreciate all types. And as if it had some magnetic Scouser adhering properties Lister found himself immediately drawn to the bar, where he could promptly disappointed in the idea of synthehol.

"Civilization ahoy! I can drink to that. I've been going out of me head without proper company. If you're real, anyway. Patent pending." Surely the Cat, or Kryten, or Rimmer god help him would show up to provide him aid and some exit back to his universe. "I would like to know why everyone is still dressed in pyjamas." Because the Enterprise uniforms? Weren't exactly what one would think of as "uniforms" in his neck of the woods.

[arnold_j_rimmer]

Moments later, the air shimmered and swirled and Rimmer stepped out from one universe to another on a daring rescue mission. (He would have sent Cat instead, but Kryten assured him that it was a perfectly safe, practically risk-free daring rescue mission. And Cat was busy looking at a mirror and wouldn't be available for hours.)

"Ah, Lister, there you are. Kryten opened a portal to fetch you back and--" Pop, the swirly funnel of distorted space closed.

"Smeg. This is all your fault." He threw Lister a bitterly accusing glance. "And why are all these people in their pajamas? Knowing my luck they're probably sleepy serial killers, or a cult dedicated to ensuring that everyone they encounter rests in peace and the pajamas are a metaphor for the eternal sleep of death."

Henry Mills AU | Once Upon a Time | SPOILERS FOR SEASON FOUR especially the finale!

[darkestbeliever]

The last thing Henry remembered was standing in Gold's shop with the quill in his hand, writing his second thing as the Author. It might not have been exactly what he was meant to do but changing the world for his family was not the same as Isaac's selfish changes. He was sure of that. Then it had all changed. The black inky liquid smoke of darkness had enveloped him and the next thing he knew, he was standing in a crowded room. Looking around, he saw so many people he didn't recognise in a place he was not familiar with. The darkness within him was churning and settling, his hands empty of both dagger and quill. He scowled, his darker impulses rising to the surface and fading away as it battled with the light within him - his heart. The heart of the truest believer. It seemed Henry was right, to a point. His heart would protect him. But for how long, was anyone's guess.

Re: Henry Mills AU | Once Upon a Time | SPOILERS FOR SEASON FOUR especially the finale!

[savedbylove]

Emma was in the lounge getting her morning coffee, not liking the crowdedness of the lounge. She may have made up a word in her head, but she didn't really care all that much.

She got her coffee, and started threading her way through the room, bumping into someone along the way. She brushed him really, but turned anyway.

"I'm so-.... Henry?"

Temperance Brennan - Bones - Option 1

[uniquelyqualified]

Despite appearing in the lounge only a few minutes ago, the woman in the blue lab coat looks remarkably composed. She's taking a moment to inspect the closest replicator with some interest, before turning to whoever might be closest, and begins speaking with an awkward amusement.

"This hallucination is fascinating. While I am highly imaginative and intelligent, I would have expected a scenario more relevant to my interests or personal life. I would ask for your input, but as you are a construct of my own mind, I doubt you would have anything of value to add."

Edwin Jarvis l Agent Carter-Marvel Cinematic Universe l Ten Foward

[inbedbynine]

Edwin Jarvis prided himself on his unflappability. Working for Howard Stark had desensitized him to the weird and strange. But finding himself in space, actual space was a bit much for even him to take. He sat at the bar looking around and trying not to look nervous. He was out of his element and he knew it.

"I hate to admit this," he says softly, "but I miss Miss Carter and Mr.Stark."

Re: Edwin Jarvis l Agent Carter-Marvel Cinematic Universe l Ten Foward

[myks]

Myka was sitting at a nearby table, drinking tea. She had remarkable hearing, so she looked over at the voice. "Hello," She said. "I thought there was a Peggy Carter at one point."