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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Jett Link | Cyborg 009 | Ten Forward

[badassbird]

Now this is more like it. The ship was massive and Jett was fairly sure she'd gotten lost at least five times and that was without having anywhere specific to go, but getting lost had gotten her here and this looked at least somewhat familiar in the sense it was clearly a bar. After the day she was suddenly having, it seemed like a gift.

There were a lot of uniforms in the room, ones that looked like they belonged to actual military, and it made her feel like her bright red one with it's gold buttons and equally gold scarf stood out like a sore thumb. That was fine, let them notice, she didn't have anything to hide except maybe a vague nervousness that lingered from not being where she was supposed to be. But that little secret wasn't in her posture.

Jett crossed the room with her head held high with the complete confidence of someone who knows there might or might not be eyes on her as she moved and was unmoved by that fact. She didn't know this place, but that wasn't going to stop her from navigating it like she owned it. It was her only defense. Jett sat at the bar, floor-length scarf swept out over the back of the stool as she leaned forward to rest her elbow on the counter. She faltered only once: when the bartender asked her for her order and she realized she had no idea what was even on the menu. She gave a vague description of something that seemed to match some drink as the barkeep nodded and went about their way, leaving the lost cyborg to let her eyes drift to the windows framing an impossible number of stars. It was really something...but it just made her realize quite how lost she was. She sighed.

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Sam spends a decent amount of time in the bar, these days. When he's not working a shift in the med bay or in the counseling department, training, or hanging out with Steve or Natasha, there's really not a lot else to do.

Plus, he usually meets the most interesting people there. He'd always liked people watching back home - turns out that went double when the people here were from all different worlds.

He doesn't bat an eye when a woman in a bright red and gold uniform sits nearby. By now, he's seen - and worn - some really strange outfits, so he won't be one to judge.

It's that sigh that catches his attention. He glances over at her from his own seat at the bar.

"Rough day?"

[badassbird]

There was one good thing she was noticing out of this group: there were a lot of pretty people here, something Jett could definitely appreciate, and the guy who speaks up is no exception. What he asks, however, earns him a scoff matched with a smile that was almost a grimace. "Yeah, you could say that."

How much more rough did it get than getting split up from your group and then finding yourself lost in the middle of space on a spaceship straight out of sci-fi? Well, dying would probably be the icing on the cake for something like that, so it could be worse. She gave him a once over with her eyes, trying to get a feel for what kind of person he was. The type with all face and no brain or the type to actually make an impression.

"D'you work on this thing?" She gestured vaguely around them, indicating the ship as a whole.

[sizeofyourbaggage]

That gets a little grin, somewhere between rueful and wry. She sounds exactly like he did, when he suddenly found himself stuck on this ship, and now he's wondering if maybe that's why he hasn't seen her or her colorful outfit around here before.

He shakes his head at her question. "Nah." There's a pause, then he amends, "Well, yeah, but I'm not on the crew, I just take shifts in medical so I don't go crazy with nothing to do around here."

His smile turns a little bit playful as he goes ahead and makes an educated guess. "Were you wearing that before or after you suddenly appeared here? Because either way I'm jealous, it's a hell of a lot better than what I got when I found myself wandering around this ship."