TEST DRIVE #10 - Cetacean Pool and Ten Forward

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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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Re: Margaret Houlihan | M*A*S*H | Door 2

[kaylinneya]

Kaylin dropped down into the seat beside her. She was in an odd sort of uniform, a tabard over chain mail over leather armor, leather pants, though she went without the armor under her pants. Her boots were heavy thick-soled combat boots.

On either hip she wore a dagger, a translucent thing that looked like a dragon was draped across her shoulders like an elaborate scarf. She wore a signet ring where one might wear an engagement ring, and a very noticeable antique bracelet of old gold and gems.

Her face was easy to read, as her every thought displayed itself across there. She'd never be able to be good at poker as anything other than an easy mark, but there was a hardness there, behind the eyes, someone who had seen pain and death and dying, a darkness that lurked in her every expression - except around children.

She glanced at Margret, "If that's alcohol, good luck," she said. She turned to the bartender herself, "If you have anything that actually has alcohol in it, I'll take one. If it's that fake stuff, save it and give me water. And a plate of whatever food you have enough of to spare."

She turned to face her new seatmate. "They keep telling me there is plenty of food, but I find that a bit hard to swallow."

The sad thing is, not only did she not intend the pun, she clearly wasn't aware of it.

There was something to this woman, Kaylin could see that right away. She reminded her of someone, but she wasn't quite sure who. Not that Kaylin's life was filled with blond females. She could think of one off the top of her head, but as she wanted to keep her head, she didn't think of her too terribly much.

"Private Kaylin Neya," she said by way of introduction. She didn't offer her hand, but she did watch the other woman, like a proverbial hawk.