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[Ten Forward:] Arrival of Starfleet Brass
Picard re-enters Ten Forward tonight, this time leading a group of three. Only one appears to be in a Starfleet uniform, though it isn't precisely like the ones guests see every day. The color is command red, but there is extensive gold trimming which indicates that this officer is of a higher rank than any the Enterprise entertains on a daily basis.
"All of our guests, at one time or another, come to Ten Forward," Picard tells them. He looks tired already. After this, he will certainly need a cup of earl grey tea. "Most appear here on their first visit to the ship, and as such it's one of the few places they are allowed until they pass quarantine."
"Until you let them loose on the rest of the ship, and even give them employment, you mean?" the Vice Admiral counters.
Captain Picard sighs.
"Are the displaced guests allowed to mingle with the rest of the complement?" the woman asks, surprised. She stifles a yawn behind her hand, embarrassed by the slip. She's inexplicably tired all of a sudden.
"Yes, of course," Captain Picard answers. "The alternative would be keeping them under lock and key. We don't allow them in restricted areas, of course, but they are free to visit any civilian areas of the ship."
The third person among them, by far the most innocuous and average-looking of the group, slips into the crowd.
"Clearly we have a lot of work ahead of us," the Vice Admiral sighs, fixing Picard with a pointed look.
[ooc: ~casually floods the comm with Picard's face, oops~ OK, so here's the promised arrivals post for your June plots. If you're getting your characters involved in the little rascals plot, you can send one around to bump into one of our three NPCs. By tomorrow, you'll all look a little younger. If you signed up for an encounter with one of these officers, you can start first impressions here. We'll be sending links to a more formal "questioning" for all characters in the sign-ups post. This is NOT your only opportunity to get in on the kid plot. Once the first few tag in, they will be contagious and tagging them in their logs will pass the virus onto your characters. If this post gets flooded we may close it to new tags, just so we can give everyone who does tag in our full attention. If you want a thread with one NPC in particular, let us know in the subject line of your tag, otherwise we'll pull one from the random hat for you. Picard is not open for tags, but he does have an OTA post here if you need him.]
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Completely unaware that people had come to judge her and the others, Agatha was going about her usual routine. She still had a list of projects a mile long to work on, and was getting inspired by new things all the time.
Just now... she was working on her own take on a transporter unit. Since the argument with Killian, she was determined to prove that science could move something from one location to another without visible or obvious means, instantaneously.
He claimed magic could do that, but there was no magic, only science one did not comprehend. She intended to prove it.
So far she was working on a smaller scale, trying to transport an apple from one end of the table to the other. This all could have been averted if they had shown her a transporter, but then, of course, she would have wanted to take it apart, so maybe it was just as well.
She had a dish on either end of the table, with small rays arrayed around the rim, pointing inward. She took a bite of her food as she checked the calibration one last time. If this worked, the apple she put in the left hand tray should appear in the right hand one...
She didn't bother to pull on her goggles. The mad girl gleam was in her eyes, and safety precautions were not a priority.
If they were, she might have tried to clear the room.
"Here's to science!" she said, toasting her creation with her drink before pressing the button....
Beams came from the tray it was on and struck the fruit.
The apple shook. Vibrated. Rocked. There would be, for just a moment, the wonderful smell of baked apples...
Just before the apple, and both plates, exploded. The apple really didn't look large enough for how much apple goop it shot out in every direction. This time, however, the table was more or less intact. So... that was a victory. It was messy, as was everyone around her, but intact.
You get the Vice Admiral because he wouldn't let the others get a word in XD
The Vice Admiral's voice barked out across the lounge in the lull after the explosion, and then he was striding over towards where Agatha was sitting and the remains of what smelled like an apple had spattered the floor and the people.
Innocent bystanders were reaching up to wipe smears of suddenly pureed fruit from themselves, and Vice Admiral Tyrrell homed in on the blonde-haired girl at the centre of the mess.
"Who the hell are you?"
Re: You get the Vice Admiral because he wouldn't let the others get a word in XD
"Agatha," she said, before turning back to what remained of her invention. "Hand me a three quarter wrench, will you?" she asked, trying to figure out what could be salvaged.
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The Admiral's voice was sharply cold, now, a step past shouting, and one of which his subordinates had long ago learned to be wary.
"What do you think you're doing? Do you have any idea how dangerous an explosion like that can be on a starship?"
This was even worse than the Admiral had feared, than Starfleet had suggested. This woman apparently had no idea of either shipboard safety or the respect due to a Vice Admiral.
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Agatha still has a steampunk view of space. She has never quite grasped that there isn't air outside the ship, since all the explanation of that happened in test drive/psl.
"Anyway, I'm sure I can fix anything I break. Make it better, even!" she said with confidence.
"Now, can you hand me the three quarter wrench? I want to figure out why this blew up."
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He jabbed a hand in the direction of the very obvious stars outside.
"If we find ourselves out there, we'll have no need for parachutes or anything else, because we'll be dead."
He did not, unsurprisingly, bother to dignify the comment about a wrench with an answer.
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"I'm sorry," she said, seeming sincere, I... I've just gotten so used to it, I didn't even think... Is this... could this be your first time on an airship? I think I could whip up a calming pie if you need," she offered.
"Biochem isn't my specialty, but I think I almost have the formula replicated, it did wonders for me after..." After a good man died defending her.. thinking because he was normal he wasn't good enough for her. A coward who proved to be the bravest man she had ever met, for all his fear. "At the circus."
And now this man's irritability both registered and made sense. Poor dear. Clearly not a Spark, his first time on an air ship, no wonder he felt so defensive.
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"No, it is not. It is space. It will kill you in minutes, if that."
It had been a long time since the word 'airship' was used of the technology that once predated the ship they were standing on, and her use of the word did nothing to assuage the Admiral's obvious annoyance.
He crossed his arms.
"As it happens, I am a Starfleet Vice Admiral with years of experience on starships, so I believe that my experience may be somewhat more extensive and current than yours. A parachute will not save you aboard a starship. You would need to have time to reach an escape pod, which if you managed to breach the hull, you would not have."
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She shook her head. "How could sky kill you? It is the very air we need to breathe, it carries the gaseous form of the water we need to drink. It holds great ships like this one aloft."
"Unless you're falling from it, there is nothing to fear in the sky. Why... even a storm can be harnessed if one is properly prepared and, if you'll excuse the term, grounded in the base scientific principals."