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.

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David Gold | Star Trek: Corps of Engineers | Option 2

[oldstarfleet]

The ship is, in one word, a behemoth. Or at least in David's unbiased opinion it is considering he's only seen one room on the entire ship, but this one room also has enough people in it to make the duty shifts on board the da Vinci look tiny. Any ship that can hold that many people is in fact, a behemoth, at least in his unbiased opinion when compared to his Saber-class ship. This ship is also from a time several years ago, at least judging by the uniforms of the crew, different from his shirt and jacket combination favored recently.

It's those little details that don't set him quite at ease yet, after all it all means either time travel (though how that's possible on a short trip to Galvan VI is beyond him) or an elaborate hoax to get to him. Neither of which were exactly pleasant thoughts, but no one is being outright hostile at the moment which is why he ordered a bowl of matzah ball soup (if he's going to be stuck figuring out a mystery without any of the Corps of Engineers or his crew around him he needs some sort of fortification), which he's holding in one hand as he taps his combadge with the other as he makes his way towards a table. "Gold to da Vinci, are you there?"

It's only with years of practice in the command chair that he keeps any worry out of his voice.

[aehallh]

"I fear you're unlikely to reach your ship from here."

The woman's voice from the table near him is calm and a bit dry in a resigned sort of way, a tone that says this isn't the first time she's seen people simply appear out of thin air in the middle of the lounge. When David looks, he'll see a tall, slim woman sitting there with a PADD and a glass mug of something that looks like tea. She could be Vulcan, easily, with the upswept brows, pointed ears, and that tint to her skin that hints at copper-based blood — except that there's something all wrong about her body language in a way he may not even be able to immediately identify. There's a controlled, confident look about her, but it's not the carefully ingrained emotional suppression of a Vulcan.

Not that he wouldn't be forgiven for mistaking her for one. Why would there be a Romulan on board a Starfleet vessel, anyway?