ten_fwd_ooc | TEST DRIVE #10 - Cetacean Pool and Ten Forward

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.

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He doesn't really need to raise his voice for the boy closest to him, since Trunks' hearing is better than a normal human's, thanks to being part Saiyan. But it doesn't hurt, either, in the general din of the room.

Trunks watched him--noting certain tells. He didn't think the man could see.

"You're on a starship, the Enterprise."

He didn't know if the man would be insulted--he hopes not, and also hopes that he's not being presumptuous--and he continues casually.

"I'm on your left, by the way. About four feet in front of you," he offers.

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Danny looks in the direction of the guy as he speaks, brows knitting together as he does. Did he just say starship and Enterprise. Okay, this was way beyond Larry's usual pranks. He's also pretty certain that he got a bruise from that table he knocked into a second ago, so he isn't dreaming.

He used to watch Star Trek as a kid with his folks sometimes. But, uh, he's gonna keep that bit of information to himself. Yeah. Definitely.

Then the guy tells him a good idea of where he is, and Danny nods, using the table to guide off of as he makes his way closer to him.

"Starship, huh? That's cool. So how do I get out of here? You know, planet Earth, 2006?"

Trunks wouldn't really care, since it's not his reality they're stuck in.

"I wish I knew. There's some guy that's making us all appear here--we might all be from different realities or timelines. Aside from the people already here, obviously."

He's glad that he didn't seem to have stepped over any lines, at least.

"For example: I'm from Earth too, but we track years completely differently. And from what I've seen of this place's history, it's not at all the same."

"Some guy? What guy?"

Who the hell would want to do something like that to people? That's cruel.

"So nobody knows how to get back to where they came from?" What about his family? His home? Did it just stop existing or something? Would they know he was gone?

"His name is Q, or so I've heard. I haven't gotten the chance to meet him yet."

Trunks' tone is not so much 'I would like the chance to speak with him' and more 'I would like the chance to deck him. And then maybe speak with him.'

"Not at the moment. I'm sorry I don't have much else of an answer. I just got here myself."

"Q." Wasn't that the guy that always caused them trouble? Jesus, this was bad. He can read that in his tone, and actually gives a bit of a laugh, mouth quirking up at one side.

"Yeah, well, if you do let me know, huh? Dragging people all over creation, sounds like a dick if you ask me."

He doesn't want to, but he's pretty sure he's gonna fall all over himself if he doesn't, so he reaches into his back pocket to get his cane out. He unfolds it, tapping it on the deck to make sure it stays rigid.

"It's okay, thanks anyways. I'm Danny by the way."

"Just a little." Though he was using his powers for...what seemed to be thus far harmless mischief, and not destroying cities, so Trunks has to give him a few points for that.

He watches Danny unfold the cane curiously--there were people in their camp whose eyes had been damaged by shrapnel or the light from ki blasts, and they hadn't gotten to help in time for their eyes to be saved. Not many--there weren't many of any of them--but a few. But none of them had anything like that.

"I'm Trunks."

Harmless so far. What if he suddenly decided to be a little less than harmless?

Danny doesn't generally use it. Hell, half the time he doesn't even keep it on him. He knows most of the places he goes to by heart. Outside of helping him find his way, it lets other people know that he is, in fact, blind. He doesn't like people knowing it though. He doesn't like the pity.

"Nice to meet you, Trunks."

Then Trunks would take it upon himself to deal with it. Insane cosmic power or no, not much could take a hit from a pissed off Super Saiyan.

He's not pitying--he knows that looks are decieving, and a disability doesn't necessarily mean that he would like anyone to think of him that way. Trunks knew he wouldn't. And one of the strongest people he ever knew had been missing an arm.

"Nice to meet you too, Danny." He smiles. "Would be nice if it were under better circumstances though."

Well save some for the rest of them, Trunks. Danny might not have cosmic power working for him, but he's smacked his brother around a time or two. He's had the broken noses to prove it. Snatching people out of their lives is a little rude, he deserves to get his face smacked.

He can tell by his tone that he isn't. It---sounds different when someone is pitying you. The way their voice pitches or drops. The soft intake of breath in surprise. Stammering sometimes too, as they falter over whatever it is they are trying to get out.

He can hear the guy's smile, small but genuine. "Yeah, you're telling me. I guess I'm just lucky I didn't go toppling over something the second I got here."

Danny turns his head, focusing on the sounds outside of conversation around them. "So---are we in like a bar or something?"

"I guess. This is the first bar I've ever been in." He doesn't have much of a frame of reference, though. He's never been in a bar--his mother likes to have a drink, sometimes, but they generally don't leave the house, and with the attacks...well, he's pretty sure everyone's priorities lie elsewhere. "There's a lot of people in here, that's for sure. Most of them are part of the crew, I think."

"Oh," he says. "Well, they're not bad places to go to if you don't mind a crowd." Not that he's really comfortable in places like that. He likes a quiet dinner or a movie. Though that quiet dinner is really only something he gets when he's not with his family for it.

You can't separate loud from his family. It's impossible. Especially not with his brother Larry.

"Yeah, I can hear that. Sounds like a crowded night at this place I like to visit."

TEST DRIVE #10 - Cetacean Pool and Ten Forward

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