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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[southernreaper]

He blinks at the swearing. It isn't his fault! He can't help it!

"No, not magic." He swallows hard, and stuffs his hands back into his pockets. Now that he's fed the need, it's going to get stronger and he's going to have a headache later.

"I'm a mutant." That explains everything, right?

[kaylinneya]

"No clue what a mutant is, kid, but so long as it's not magic, we're..." she broke off and started swearing again, shaking her head. She looked to the replicator trying to figure out how to get it to make non-organic gloves. Whatever the ****s that was.

The familiar stretched, yawned, and flew over to the replicator.

"If you bite or breathe on that," she growled warningly at the dragon-like thing.

It glanced back at her, chittered, as if lecturing her, then turned to the device and chirruped. A pair of inorganic gloves formed. Clearly looking smug, it flew to the table by the door and settled down as if making a nest for itself from the glass.

"I have no clue if these are better," Kaylin said, tossing him the gloves before returning to glaring at the familiar.

[southernreaper]

Kevin flinches when the familiar moves. He dislikes pets. They're too small, too vulnerable. The memory of the dog in the junkyard is still fresh, even if it happened a while ago.

Still, he reaches out and catches the gloves, waiting on that familiar pull, that something that says his powers are working.

... Nothing.

Slowly, he pulls the gloves on and takes a deep breath - his first since showing up here. It's relief, followed by fear again that she's going to realize how dangerous he is.

"These are much better." He flexes his hands slowly in the gloves. "Thank you."

[kaylinneya]

She nodded, hesitated, held up the wrist with the bracelet. "I get it," she said flatly.

"What do you want to eat? I can't think of any food that isn't organic."

[southernreaper]

He doesn't understand what the bracelet means, but if it's anything like his gloves, then he understands.

Kevin sighs. Eating is just a hassle and a half. Sometimes, he doesn't do it, just because it's such a hassle.

"I can eat anything. I just... have to be careful how I eat."

[kaylinneya]

She nodded and turned to the replicators. These things still amazed her. They weren't magic - she would know - but they just made food appear from nothing.

"A tray of meat buns, hot, beef," she told it, then took the tray and set it on a table somewhere between them. She claimed three buns, before stepping back.