[1st Transmission]- Emma Swan- Ten Forward|OTA

[savedbylove]

Emma looked around, nerves suddenly on edge. She had been about to walk into a study with Henry and Regina, and suddenly she finds herself someplace strange and new, and unlike anything she had ever seen.

And that is saying something, considering who she is, and where she comes from.

"Seriously?" She said, out loud to no one in particular.

She walked down the winding hallway, and when she paused,a door opened with a swish, and revealed a bar. It was a type of bar that Emma had never seen before.

"Where am I now?"

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[kepthimhuman]

He's kind of relieved to see her there, because she's not his father, whom he's still making a point of avoiding whenever possible, and she's not Henry, who's thawing toward him but still doesn't see him as a father. He's a bit cautious still, because he knows enough by now to know that everyone comes from different times here, and he doesn't know when she comes from. He doesn't know how she feels about him right now, but at least a friendly face might help at the moment. He knows it helped him.

He's seated at a table near the door to the bar. "You're in space. On a ship called the Enterprise. This is the bar known as Ten Forward."

[savedbylove]

Emma looked over at the sound of the voice. A voice that was very familiar to her, and the same voice that haunted her dreams every night.

"Neal? How?... this can't be..."

[kepthimhuman]

"I guess that's how this place works. At least as I understand it. There's someone called Q who apparently brings people here randomly for no apparent reason. Which is why I was running from someone who apparently would have turned out to be you, in the company of my father, and ended up here instead."

There's a bit of irony here, and he points it out. "Where I also ran into my father."

[savedbylove]

Emma is staring at him, as she processes the information that Neal has given her. "Q?" She repeated. "Do you even now who or what he is?" She asked, then made a slight face. "Gold is here? Great..." She sighed.

"How long have you been here?"

[kepthimhuman]

"He works on this ship, apparently. I don't know much else. I haven't met him."

It looks like she's as thrilled about his father's presence as he was. "He doesn't cause trouble, at least. Or he hasn't in the four or so months I've been here."

[never_felt_better]

"Welcome, to the Federation Starship S.S. Buttcrack!" John says without turning around, because that joke never gets old. Luckily, Aeryn isn't here to roll her eyes at him.

He glances over his shoulder to find the woman, and when he does he feels kinda bad for not giving her a serious answer. Well. It wasn't a lie exactly, but he could have been more delicate about it. "Hi, sorry," he adds, swiveling his bar stool so he's facing her. "You lost? Yeah, I know that feeling."

He smiles crookedly and flashes her a pair of soft blue eyes, holding out his hand. "John. John Crichton." She's probably not exactly in the mood for niceties, but mama always said a good Southern boy never forgets his manners. We'll just refrain from letting mama know about his buttcrack remark.

[savedbylove]

Emma choked on air. She really didn't expect a response from someone that she never met before. She opened and closed her mouth a few times before she cleared her throat.

"Kind of, I guess," Emma said, smiling too. "Emma Swan, how long have you been here?"

[never_felt_better]

(OOC: crap, I totally misplaced this thread. Sorry about that! I'd love to continue, but 100% understand if it's too late.)


John's grin turns a little more lopsided at her reaction. Cute. "Nice to meet you, Emma Swan. I've been here ... well, long enough you're probably not gonna like the answer."

If she's new, and wondering where the hell she is, casually dropping it in that he's been on this particular boat for about eight months now probably isn't going to engender feelings of warm fuzzies. "People on this cruise seem to come and go, so just be sure to tip your bartenders. Where are you from, Emma Swan?"

[savedbylove]

"It wouldn't be the first time I didn't like something honestly," She said with a shrug. "Storybrooke Maine. You?"

[never_felt_better]

"Spoken like an American," he jokes, a chuckle in his voice. "City girl?"

'Storybrooke' doesn't sound like a city (do they even have cities in Maine?), but hell, she could be from the ass-end of the universe given his luck. There's just something about her that says home to John. Maybe it's because she reminds him of Alex.

"Me? Weeeeell..." He wonders if everything he's gonna say needs to be prefaced by a 'you're probably not gonna like the answer'. What is your life, John. What are your choices. "Originally, Memphis. But I didn't do a lot of growing up there. Recently, I've been getting my ass kicked all across the Uncharted Territories."

He clears his throat. "Sorry. My butt kicked."

[goldencobra]

Henry always thought that if he saw his mother in Ten Forward, his first reaction would be to run to her and give her a hug. Especially after his recent actions back in Storybrooke. But knowing that at least Gold was from another timeline and Neal could be too, made him wary.

So instead of approaching her, he sat down at a table and ordered himself his usual hot cocoa with cinnamon and see if she noticed him. Then he ask her for his full name and the truth would be revealed. He didn't have high hopes.

[savedbylove]

Emma turned, and stared the boy at the table. She recognized him immediately, what mother wouldn't recognize her own child. She started to walk towards him, but stopped when she got about a foot away. What if he rejected her just like everyone else?

"Henry?"

[goldencobra]

Henry would look younger to her eyes. He's not had that year in New York having come from Cora's death. But he looks up and recognises her, even if he's a little wary.

He's not sure how to act tactfully so he doesn't. He just asks. "Pop Quiz. What's my last name?"

[savedbylove]

"Pop Quiz? What are you talking about. Did you hit your head? Do you not remember?"

[goldencobra]

Henry sighed and rolled his eyes. He was not in any mood to deal with these antics. "Just answer the question please." Once he got his answer, then he could explain but the most important thing was finding out which timeline this Emma was from. Or all hell would break loose.

[dresdensluck]

Harry muttered as the light faded, and rubbed his face, feeling tired. But also... better! Hmmm! He perked up as he looked around, found a woman near him and spoke. "Pardon me, miss. Can you tell me what time it is?"

The Chronometer he had been referencing seemed to be missing, and he wasn't sure why, and now he wasn't sure when he was.

Great.

[savedbylove]

Emma jumped a foot, because she was not expecting someone to just pop up, although in a place like this, she should hardly be surprised.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know I just got here," She said. "Where did you come from?"

[dresdensluck]

"This room, but a different time, I think, twice. And before that, Chicago. But I seem to be bouncing around across days or hours, anyway. There was a time piece I used to see when I was, but it's not there now."

Harry was frustrated and tired, then smiled, shaking his head. "Sorry. Didn't mean to take this out on you. You said you just got here. Has anyone explained where we are to you, yet?" He knew that much, and an idea of the why.

[savedbylove]

Emma still looked confused, but stranger things have happened to her. "Are you alright? Would you like to sit?"

She motioned to the chair she was standing next to.

"And no... not really.... can you help me?"

[dresdensluck]

"I'm okay, I think." He flashed a grin at her, eyes scanning her and not quite meeting her eyes even as he looked at her straight on. It was a thing.

"Thanks." He nodded. "And sure. By this point, I've had the spiel twice. We're in the 24th Century, on the Starship Enterprise, the fourth of it's name, which is part of Starfleet, the exploratory and protective arm of the Federation of Planets."

He paused, then went on. "We've apparently been brought here by a powerful being called Q, who does this sort of thing for his amusement. The people running this vessel are not his friends, and he likes to play jokes on them, or something like that. So far, no one knows how to get back home, unless you can find Q when he inevitably will come back, and get him to be willing to send you home."

He paused, thought, then snapped his fingers. "Oh, and people are coming in from all over time and space."

[whistles_loudly]

Pike sat at what he thought was his now regular seat at the bar. Usually some of the younger crewmen cleared out of his space, which is exactly what happened this evening. The confused young woman standing next to his bar stool, had to be someone new. He was positive that he had the same look on his face back when he first appeared.

"Trying to figure out how you wound up in a bar in space," The Admiral asked as he slid into his usual seat.

[savedbylove]

She spun around and looked at him for a long moment. "Now where did you come from?" Emma asked, as she stepped back a little to give him some breathing room.

"You look like you own the room."

[whistles_loudly]

She looks like Winnie. was his first thought. But if she was, she wouldn't look nearly as confused as she did at this moment.

"My quarters on Deck 8." He smiled a bit after saying that though, hoping it didn't sound nearly as acerbic to her as it did to him.

"I don't own it, but I do outrank them," Then he gave her a full on grin before offering her his hand to shake, "Admiral Christopher Pike."

[savedbylove]

Emma raised an eyebrow, but there was respect there too. "Admiral of what exactly?" She asked, as she reached out her hand to shake his.

"I'm Emma Swan."

[whistles_loudly]

"Starfleet, though it was about one hundred years before any of these officers even thought of entering the 'Fleet." And a different timeline, but he wasn't really going to get into that at this point.

"It's a pleasure, Ms. Swan."