[Ten Forward] Release from Quarantine and Rooming Assignments

[ten_fwd_npcs]

Lieutenant Worf has gathered all of the new "guests" together in Ten Forward to instruct them on correct behavior and protocols now that they have been released from quarantine. He looks as happy and approachable as you might expect, which is to say he doesn't. It is his duty, and the captain's instructions, and so he will handle this riffraff the honorable way.

"The computer will instruct you on where all cleared-for-access decks are. You only have to ask where the area you are trying to get to is located, and it will give you clear directions. Do not visit any restricted areas. The bridge, engine rooms, transporter rooms, and all command centers are off-limits."

This is chased by a stern look to all the gathered guests.

"With that in mind, there are a few rules you must obey before I give you your new assignments. One, do not discharge any weapon while on the Enterprise. Two, do not assault any other passenger aboard in any way; that includes injury, death, or violating their personal rights. Three, do not tamper with the operational procedures of the ship. Four, do not steal items or technology from the ship. Five, do not interrupt any official areas of the ship without proper authorization, and do not invade the privacy of other guest or crew quarters.

"Copies of the Prime Directive will be made available to all of you, and placed in each room. As you are not Starfleet officers, you are not obligated to abide by this rule; however, it is important you understand why we do."

He takes a deep breath. Unless they show themselves to be undisciplined or unruly, it is the most he can do.

"Now, the rooms," he rumbles, reading aloud the list of quarters, their location, and the guests who will be sharing them.

Room # 0711 - Pyrrha and Trance Gemini
Room # 0712 - Caspian and Katherine Barlow
Room # 0713 - John Crichton and Eleanor Lamb
Room # 0714 - Butch Cassidy and Jack Twist
Room # 0715 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL
Room # 0716 - Shotaro and Amelia Pond
Room # 0717 - Loki and Sigyn
Room # 0718 - Zinda Blake and Natasha Romanoff
Room # 0719 - Stephanie Grace Rogers and Mireille
Room # 0720 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL
Room # 0721 - Lady Marian and Darcy Lewis
Room # 0722 - Ian Chesterton and Billy Cranston
Room # 0723 - Andros and Steve Rogers
Room # 0724 - Aeryn Sun and Booker DeWitt
Room # 0725 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL
Room # 0726 - Philip and Clint Barton
Room # 0727 - Sinthia Schmidt
Room # 0728 - Pavel Andreievich Chekov and Kate Newton
Room # 0729 - Leonard Horatio McCoy and Adam Park
Room # 0730 - TWO SECURITY PERSONNEL

"I will remain here to answer questions," Worf concludes. "And my team will be standing by to escort you where you need to be."

The list is also displayed on a PADD, where people can refer to it if they need to.


[ooc: This post is open for everyone to tag in and meet their new roommates and neighbors, "party post" style! Everyone should participate if and when they can, so they can get acquainted with who they will be rooming with for at least the next several months. Rooms are aligned the way they would be in a typical hotel: odd numbers on the left, even numbers on the right (so 0711 and 0713 will be next door neighbors, while 0712 is directly across the hall). There is an OOC post in the OOC comm where players can connect with questions and where we'll post more details about the rooms themselves, so check in over there! If you need to ask security questions, or need them to swing by another thread, just put "Security officer, please!" in the subject line of your tag, and the mods will send someone to you ASAP.]

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[bet_on_the_river]

Well, they'll find out what these new rooms are like soon enough, won't they? He follows along.

As long as this place has somewhere decent to sleep, he doesn't care very much. His apartment back home is bare; he'd long ago sold anything worth selling, leaving only the minimum for daily life. It's only been ten years since his building got indoor plumbing, and even that's only one washroom per floor, no bathtub. Having a hot shower here is a luxury he's never had before.

"Is it anything like this where you're from?"

[do_your_duty]

"Originally, yes." Is the simple answer.
Where she was for originally. Before Moya. Command Carriers. Policing the known universe.

"And no." Is just as simple an answer.
Commander Carrier's were not for pleasure, or families. Neither were Peacekeepers.



"It is different." Beat. "But I haven't been on a ship this large in quite a while."

[bet_on_the_river]

"I've been on trains," he says. "When I went east, they had sleeper cars. Beds that fold up during the day, so people have more room, and then down at night so they can sleep, with curtains for privacy. If you had more money, you could get your own private compartment. If you had less, you had to sleep sitting up."

That's the closest he's been to this. It's still really far.

[do_your_duty]

Trains. She doesn't know what that is. Or sleeper cars.

But she can draw some ideas from how he's talking about it.


Which lends to some nodding. "At least they aren't asking for payment for any of these ones."
Aeryn would have been glad to laugh at someone for even considering that. But at least they hadn't. Yet.

[bet_on_the_river]

"Lucky for them," he says with a humorless chuckle. "I got all of six dollars with me, and five I'm not handing over for anything. I was supposed to give that to a widow and her kids, and someday, when I get back home, they're getting that money. Every cent."

Or his bosses will think he gambled it all away, and he's spent almost twenty years not being that guy.

[do_your_duty]

She doesn't know what a doll-hor is either, or whether having five or six of them makes him rich or poor. Whether his adherence to the fact they can't have five of the six is a large sort of stiffing of the alleged example she'd made, even if the story about why did make her glance over briefly. Widows and children. It shifts something in her chest, but she shoves it down, walking on.

"I didn't bring any credits with me either." She hadn't the time or knowledge to. "I was working on my prowler at the time."

[bet_on_the_river]

It's not a lot of money, unless you don't have much. He'd made three times that a month twenty years ago as a corporal, and that was considered lousy pay; now, it's enough for a week's rent in a tiny attic apartment, plus medicine and food. Not a lot of food, maybe, but the kids are young and don't eat much.

"It's too bad they didn't let us pack," he says. "Prowler?"

[do_your_duty]

She looks over too fast, before she realizes she shouldn't. But she hasn't stopped catching herself yet. No one hear knows of her people. Which is still farbotzed. When billions of planets all knew what a Peacekeeper prowler was. What it did, for whom, and why. Never now to question the people or the orders that came in one. Or to question that a prowler pilot would do their job, execute their order, to any end.

"My ship." One of the two. But Moya wasn't the same kind, and Moya wasn't hers. Even if that was more complicated.

[bet_on_the_river]

"Not one like this, though," he says. "There's different kinds, like there are different boats and ships on the water, depending on the purpose?"

Transportation isn't his strongest suit, but he likes to understand things. If this is a world of ships in space, even if it's not the same as where she's from... well, she knows more about it than he does. A lot more.

[do_your_duty]

"Yes." Aeryn nodded, a little reluctant. But continuing on.

"Moya is the ship we all live on." Live on. Travel on. It was a hard word to consider. Living. It is not a home. It is the place she sleeps. The place she can't escape. She no longer has a home to return to. "But my prowler is a personal transport."

Among other things. It was an atmospheric starfighter. It could be used for less. But it wasn't often.

[bet_on_the_river]

"Is it like..."

He gestures vaguely. It's hard sometimes--especially here, but at home too. He doesn't get taken seriously as a person with a mind; he's just muscle. And here, since he's from such an early time compared to other people, there's a lot he doesn't understand.

He doesn't need to be thought of as smart; he just doesn't want to be thought of as stupid. Average is fine.

"They say there's shuttlecraft here, little ships inside this one. Is it like that?"

[do_your_duty]

Aeryn would appreciate that sensibility. Any soldier would. But especially one yanked out of having her duties.

"Yes." She nodded. "This ship probably has several more than Moya does. It's outfitted for more."

More people. More missions. Aims, and not just escaped prisoners on the run.

[bet_on_the_river]

"This seems to be a big ship, even for these people," he says. "An important one, too. From the way they talk about it."

Not that he's talked much with the crew, but he's been up in Ten Forward enough, watching and listening.

"Like it's a special honor to be here, instead of on some other ship."

[do_your_duty]

"That's odd, isn't it?" Aeryn brow wrinkled. "For all that it seems to be a science ship in their estimation, too."

Or one that ferried people. That was nowhere near the front guard of chosen positions to the Peacekeepers.

[bet_on_the_river]

"They seem to have a lot of scientists. I guess it makes sense, going to other planets. You'd need to know what animals might be there, whether there's plants that can eat you alive... maybe people of other races who need a really particular environment."

Like exotic fish in an aquarium, he supposes. Most of the people he's seen who don't exactly look human seem to do fine in the same air and temperature and humidity as everyone else.

[do_your_duty]

"Do you think they transport those kinds of people on this ship?"

She'd heard they moved colonists, but she'd really assumed they just meant people like them.

Seeding worlds with more humans and continuing to colonize outward across their fledging galaxy.

[bet_on_the_river]

"Diplomats, maybe," he says. "Or if they go to some planet and need to bring people aboard for meetings--but no, they'd just do that on the planet, probably. But you've got to accommodate diplomats, and if some ambassador needs to be ferried from one planet to another to solve some crisis, and if that ambassador has gills..."

He considers that.

"Would fish-people go into space?"

[do_your_duty]

"Maybe in specialized suits." Beat. "We have aquatic races."

"But most of those-" Like the little green toad. "-can manage outside of those areas, too."


But there were always examples like Pilot, too. He couldn't go anywhere but where he was now.

[bet_on_the_river]

"We have humans, where I'm from," he says. "And maybe some of these folks who look like humans but people say they're not--I wouldn't know. Nobody back home has ever said they're not."

Their racial focus goes a different way, generally. A person could be from a planet a billion miles away, not be human at all but look white enough, and the people he's lived among wouldn't think twice about them.

[do_your_duty]

"I'm not." There's less of anything like hesitation, and more of something like challenge in those two words.

Like if that was going to be a problem, they should figure it out right now before getting anywhere.

[bet_on_the_river]

"You're not from where I am, either," he says. "Look, I'm just a guy from a long time ago who's in over his head with all of this, but the way I figure, people are people. If they don't have a problem with me, I don't have a problem with them."

[do_your_duty]

It's not a terrible way of putting it.

Maybe it's fitting she looks to the wall.




And stops, with a blink. "I think this is it."

[bet_on_the_river]

"Do they have locks, or... do they just know who to open for?"

They hadn't been given keys, after all. And people here act like there's no crime anymore, that humanity's evolved into something greater, but he knows people, and he doesn't think it's possible.

Either way, it opens.

[do_your_duty]

It does. Just open. Without even hitting a door button like on Moya.

Aeryn raised her eyebrows, more like a 'Well', in response as it had opened.


She stepped inside taking a look at the wide room. Seats, and another one of those replicators, not too far from a table, and doors on both ends of that room. It's not the kind of barracks she was expecting. It's a lot more really than she was expecting all over.