[Thread] Just use the keyboard.

[experiences]

Characters: Ezri Dax (OU) and OPEN
Where: all around the compound--please state where in comment's subject line ♥
When: backdated to shortly after Dax's arrival, after this journal entry
Summary: Dax is still convinced she's in a holosuite and is trying to find a panel to rewire, believing she can [a] find one and [b] summon the exit or better yet

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In the park

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Strange saw the woman walking through the park in the distance. Had he spotted her on the streets of London, he would've thought her for some sort of Spanish nun judging by her strange outfit, but he had learned in Econtra it was best not to ask people questions about their peculiar wardrobe choices.

What fascinated him was the odd object she was holding and the way she was waving it around. It appeared she was attempting to cast a spell, probably something from the works of Martin Pale given the instrument, but Strange could not for the life of him figure out what exactly it was.

"Excuse me, madam," he said after quickly clearing his throat, "If you are attempting to use that device as a arcanic accelerator, I'm afraid you're holding it backwards."

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If she had been any other person on board DS9, she might have looked at him funny and asked what he was talking about. Hell, she probably would have if she weren't joined. But she was a Dax and had nearly 400 years worth of experienced packed into her alien brain thanks to the symbiont in her belly and could vaguely picture something she assumed was similar from a time long ago when she'd been Emony and not Ezri.

"Actually, it's a tricorder and this is the way it's supposed to be held," she told him.

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"Aha, a tricorder, I see!" Strange said, his eyes glinting in fascination.

"And what exactly are the three things it records," Strange asked.

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"Three things?" She asked, a bit baffled at first before she realized that he must have taking the 'tri' in 'tricorder' and translated it from the latin origins into 'three.'

"It's a TR-590 Mark X," she said, holding the device out to show him. It was on, but not picking up any readings beyond the compound's walls. "Standard Starfleet issue. It's not limited to three functions. Not anymore, at least. The original tricorders had three sections: one for readouts and controls, another that housed data chips, and a compartment with a removable sensor device. The Mark X's do much more than that."

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Strange tried to keep up, but halfway through the explanation his eyes began to glaze over. So many words that he had no idea what they meant!

"Indeed," Strange said when the woman was finished talking, mainly because he couldn't think of anything else to say. It was a very English way of not looking rude. "Well I apologize for interrupting your ... work. Between your odd clothes, the rather unnatural rash on your neck, and the philosophic manner in which you studied your ... device ... I thought you might be a fellow magician."

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"Rash?" Ezri echoed, confused, then realized he must be talking about-- "Oh, my spots!" Her free hand flew up to her neck where she touched her fingers to the markings. The hand fell away and she informed him, "It's not a rash. I was born with these spots. I'm a Trill. And I'm most certainly not a magician. Just a Starfleet Officer trying to make sense of a very unnerving situation."

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"And again, my apologies madame for this case of mistaken career," Strange said bowing. He was a little irked by the indignant way she referred to his chosen profession, but a gentleman is never rude to a lady.

"I'm unfamiliar with this Star Fleet," Strange said, "Most of my colleagues who serve in the military are either in the infantry or are marines. You must be quite talented to be an officer."

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Ezri took a moment to study the man, focusing on him instead of being distracted by her determination to get herself out of this program. She hadn't meant to be rude to him or insult him. Her agitation was merely getting in the way of her properly assessing the situation. Something she intended to right at that very moment: hologram or not, she could at least be civil. After all, there were sentient holograms like Vic and Voyager's EMH.

"You must be referring to old Earth militaries. I'm part of the United Federation of Planets," she clarified. "I'm not from Earth...nor am I human. That's why I have spots." She paused, then asked with genuine interest, "You said you were a magician?"

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"Aha, there did seem to be a fey element about you," Strange said nodding.

At the mention of the profession, Strange tipped his hat with a flourish and went into a full-blown bow.

"Jonathan Strange, magician-in-ordinary to the Duke of Wellington, at your service, madam."