Ten-Forward

[goldn_boy]

You may have been on the bridge. Or about to step onto the transporter pad. Or maybe you were at home, or on shore leave, relaxing.

Maybe you just walked down the hall because it's been a long shift and you deserve a break.

However you got there, you're now in the Ten Forward section of a Federation starship, and so is everyone else. Maybe you

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[goldn_boy]

Jim Kirk stands at the viewport, gazing out into space. He can't say he recognizes anything in particular--you can't, really, the speeds they travel and the huge spaces covered--but he recognizes the feeling. A strange combination of peace and excitement, a sort of stasis of adventure, as contradictory as that seems. He's always moving but from a starship it can look like you're standing still for a long time.

It makes the rest of the situation--the fact he's not quite sure where he is, the fact he doesn't know everyone in the room--more bearable. Intriguing, in fact, and whatever the blue drink in his glass is isn't hurting.

He turns to scan the crowd, sometimes louder, sometimes softer, sometimes dense and sometimes sparse, and smiles as he catches someone's eye.

[only_a_gul]

Gul Dukat is pretty certain he wasn't the one being smiled at, but he's in the mood for trolling Starfleet officers and so raises his glass to the blond-haired gentleman.

"Enjoying your Romulan ale? Last I heard it was an outlawed substance in the Alpha Quadrant."

He sips at his own drink, savouring it.

[goldn_boy]

Jim just raises his to his lips, eyes twinkling over the glass. He doesn't recognize the being's species, though the pronoun "he" suggests itself automatically.

"I asked for something exciting," he says. There's very little trade between the Federation and the Romulan Empire where he's from, even on the black market, so he's not entirely sure what he's looking at, here.

The sip he takes is not large, but he does blink, holding the glass up to examine it.

[for_thecause]

Jen doesn't smile back. She does move forward to stand at the viewport too, though. Just at a distance which implies that she's not really interested in conversation. She gazes out at the starscape.

[daxofalltrades]

Jadzia's reaction to being whipped out of her space-time and into the 10-Forward of a Galaxy Class ship is mostly lulz.

Oh that space-time continuum. It's such a joker.

In other words, she's the life of the party. Just finished telling a rowdy Klingon story to a crowd of young Starfleet officers and now she's back at the bar.

"Do you have a better vintage?" she complains, of the blood wine. "2361 was a terrible year."

[x_odo_ital_x]

Have a stern shapeshifter coming to stand beside you at the bar, Jadzia. Odo leans his back against it, surveying the room with his usual hawk-like vigilance. Although he's hiding it well, he's a little off-balanced by the sudden change of circumstances. The trill officer is a familiar face. A friend, even.

He affords her a curt nod.

"Lieutenant."

[daxofalltrades]

"Constable," she greets, cheerily. "Did I forget a trip to the Enterprise? This looks just like the Enterprise." There are many theories as to what this might be, as far as she's concerned. Spontaneous time travel. A pocket universe. An illusion. Very few of them are threatening or nefarious. Generally people with bad intentions make them known, in fairly short order.

[x_odo_ital_x]

He tilts his head in her direction and arches a dour brow. "Is that so? I'll take your word for it. All I know is that we're not where we're supposed to be. Which tends to take the fun out of this particular gathering."

[greedeternal]

[Suddenly finding yourself on a strange new ship is no excuse to stop trying to get other people's credits (in fact, Quark feels that despite the poor location, lack of any kind of proper bar decor or gambling tables this could turn to his advantage. Odo isn't here to ruin his reputation to any potential clients).

It hasn't taken him long to set himself up behind the bar, charging for anything other than the your basic drinks. He's selling autographs from the various Captains around, telling stories of the time he saved Captain Kirk from a dangerous situation (if you buy another drink he'll tell you the whole story, if you know what he means).

If you are a Captain, he'll be asking you to just sign this napkin here- and there too (and don't forget this corner just there....). All this money he's about to make is making him just beam at all his customer's wallets.]

Hello! What can I do you for?

[aeruginous]

[ okay, gaila's found herself places before without knowing how she got there (wild nights can run away with you), but not when she was perfectly sober and not with light years between destinations. she's kind of perturbed right now, but at least the ship and personnel are starfleet - except for the ferengi behind the bar.

gaila knew ferengi, and ferengi knew business: theirs and everyone else's. she figured if she asked him, she wouldn't look foolish to a superior officer if it turned out this was some sort of standard, if surprise, training mission.

she sidled up to the bar with a little extra sway. ferengi and orions may not trust each other, but there's some non-federation solidarity, especially when orion females were involved. ]

What's the name of this place?

[greedeternal]

[His lobes perk up at the sight of the Orion female. Pheremones aside, Quark's known an Orion slave girl or two and he knows it's always for the best to be in their good books. Or, other good places. Interesting that she's wearing a Starfleet uniform.

Smiling widely, he pours her a drink.] Well, hello there. Here, the first one's on the house.

[a_lie_will_do]

Some information, to start with. [Garak's less than pleased at finding himself in an unidentified location yet again. All signs indicate that it's a Federation ship, but he doesn't recognize the design or any of the crew, except for Quark.] I don't suppose you happen to know where we are.

[algophobial]

[She's here for a diplomatic meeting. She is a low-level attache, nothing more.

Totally not a spy.

*Totally* totally not Tal Shiar or anything.

Just going to be sipping some Romulan ale like it's water, over here.]

[well_notonly]

[Jim bellies up to the bar, asking the bartender for a beer with the sort of smile that's asking for something else. Whether he's conscious of it or not is anyone's guess.

He turns and takes in the stunning creature next to him, and while he's tamed many of his instincts, wherever he is now it's not his ship.]

Well hello. Can I get you another?

[He nods towards the blue liquid in her glass.]

[algophobial]

[She smiles; Vulcans don't usually smile. Romulans don't smile much either.] No reason to turn down a handsome Starfleet officer, is there?

[well_notonly]

[Jim smiles back. Now that's different--a Vulcan who smiles. He doesn't have a lot of experience with Romulans smiling, either. Especially not hot girl ones.]

I usually don't, given the chance.

[He motions for another drink, and one for himself.]

/have a million Trek muses, post with a non-Trek muse :|b

[guywith2hearts]

This is new. Well, not new exactly, because this sort of thing happens all the time - the TARDIS makes an unexpected stop, adventure ensues. But this is different. This is new, because in all his travels the Doctor has never quite seen a spaceship like this. He pokes around a few corners, of course, before finding himself in Ten Forward.

Interesting.

He pokes around a bit more before reaching out to tap on someone's arm, or maybe to tug at their sleeve a bit. "Excuse me. Where are we?" he asks.

You are silly and ILU

[compute_pi]

It takes concerted effort not to jerk her arm away from the touch, but Spock firmly reminds herself that not all species are familiar enough with Vulcan culture to be aware that they do not welcome casual contact. In any event, her mental shields are firmly in place when she enters the mess hall to prevent any accidental mental transference.

The sight of the man, however, has her arching a concerned eyebrow. She is familiar with each of the Enterprise crew's appearance and dossier, but this man is not among them. "You are aboard the Starship Enterprise. Please identify yourself."

this is like the crackiest encounter ever.

[guywith2hearts]

"Enterprise?" he says, a note of surprise tinging his tone. "Enterprise. Enterprise, Enterprise..." The request that he identify himself goes unanswered as he heads toward a nearby window, peering out at the stars. Enterprise is a name he's unfamiliar with, at least where spaceships are concerned. He turns, giving the pointy-eared woman a disarming smile. "What year is this?"

LOL Yup

[compute_pi]

Spock is decidedly unimpressed with the intruder's failure to identify himself, though the question indicates a concerning possibility: that his presence may be the result of a temporal anomaly. The disarming smile barely registers. "2260. Now I must insist that you identify yourself and explicate the circumstances of your arrival here." In the meantime, Spock sends a message to the Captain informing him that they have an unexpected guest on board and requesting that a scan be performed to search for temporal anomalies.