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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[smeg_off]

"I think he called dibs on you, too," he informed Riker after Rimmer's very artfully articulated compliment there.

"So, if you don't mind the request, can you provide some sort of evidence that you're not some chimera organism attemptin' to keep us as pets or wax androids playin' out a program or part of a realistic holographic simulation to test our ingenuity. No offence intended, but I'd rather not be runnin' for me life in two seconds."

Again.

[arnold_j_rimmer]

Rimmer dropped his salute but remained at attention as he rebuffed Lister from the side of his mouth.

"There's nothing wrong with giving a superior a bit of respect. You should try it sometime, puff-cheeks."

And if the man wasn't an officer, but rather a cannibal mutant with a chameleon field, then maybe if Rimmer was polite then at least they'd cook him last, which would give him extra time to run away.

"But you are an officer, right, and not a cannibal mutant with a chameleon field, or the creation of a psychic planet that's bringing Lister's subconscious to life?" Although he couldn't imagine that Lister's subconscious was anywhere near as clean as this.

[rikered]

"At ease men," Riker says, looking between the two men with amusement, they have a very interesting relationship. "We don't like keeping people as pets, or keeping them for food. We are a peaceful ship, our purpose is to explore the galaxy. One of our...discoveries has brought people in from different universes." He's carrying a spare PADD, ready to hand over to newcomers and he passes it over.

"Of course it could all be an elaborate lie, and my beard is the only real thing about me. But I hope you'll trust the information you find on this."

[smeg_off]

"Let's hope you're not real and the beard means you're the evil version of yourself from an alternate reality." He took the PADD to look at it, not entirely joking. "Happened to me one time... Me and Rimmer here come from a very complicated set of circumstances but it seems you're quite used to it."

[arnold_j_rimmer]

Rimmer peered over Lister's shoulder to read the PADD. The man was practically a midget as far as Rimmer was concerned--miniature Scouser, the world's worst collectible, curry and lager not included--so it was conveniently easy to do.

"Don't be daft, Lister. Just because your alternate evil self had a beard, doesn't mean all alternate evil selves have beards. Mine didn't."

[smeg_off]

"It was a joke, Rimmer. If I wanted to make it funnier I could bring up what you were wearin'." His brows go up as he pokes at things on the PADD, slowly registering that the name of the ship is 'Enterprise'.

And that meant that it was probably-

No way.

He turned away with the PADD, trying to find James T Kirk. Were these wax droids? No, this seemed like it was 100% the real deal.

[arnold_j_rimmer]

"Don't you dare! You are not going to ruin the good first impression that I'm making here by telling him that a version of me favours corsets and silk stockings." He assumed he was making a good first impression. He saluted perfectly, complemented the man's beard, what else could a person expect? He was doing everything short of trying out the hypnotic stare that he usually reserved for attempting (unsuccessfully) to pick up women.

He was so set on that good first impression that he only belated realizes that he just said the thing he didn't want Lister to say. Smeg. Moving on quickly.

"So, what does it take to become an officer on this ship, sir?"