Ten Forward [intro/OTA]
2014-Jul-21, Monday 10:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
original_fineCaptain's log, stardate unknown. Subsequent to our debriefing after the Beta Niobe explosion, I returned to my quarters and prepared for a much needed rest. No sooner had I entered my quarters but I found myself in another room entirely. The physical characteristics of which are eerily similar to my own ship, and yet changed. The color palate is altered, the personnel wearing Starfleet insignia though the uniforms are vastly different...
Jim pulled his uniform tunic back over his head hurriedly at the first hint he was no longer in his own quarters. He had felt nothing, no shift in the transition though the sound and temperature had changed instantly. To his own perception, he had not moved.
And yet, he was undoubtedly in a foreign place. The voices he heard were in English, the locale generally familiar as a bar of some sort, the view outside the windows a familiar enough starfield.
But it was not where he'd just been. He tugged his shirt down and turned to the closest patron, determined to play along as best he could...
Jim pulled his uniform tunic back over his head hurriedly at the first hint he was no longer in his own quarters. He had felt nothing, no shift in the transition though the sound and temperature had changed instantly. To his own perception, he had not moved.
And yet, he was undoubtedly in a foreign place. The voices he heard were in English, the locale generally familiar as a bar of some sort, the view outside the windows a familiar enough starfield.
But it was not where he'd just been. He tugged his shirt down and turned to the closest patron, determined to play along as best he could...