>LET'S PLAY DRESS UPS! [ JADZIA DAX | OPEN ]

[paradaxical]

[Jadzia was sitting inside the containment field, surrounded by hundreds of cooing tribbles (have a picture). She'd ostensibly gone to check up on their condition and make sure their breeding cycle was under control but also because they had a soothing effect on her. She was coming to terms with what had happened during the Ion Storms, but that

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[jimeeena]

[ She peers into the room and smiles at the sight of all the tribbles. Really, they were adorable. ]

So that's where all these little guys went.

[ She looks over at Jadzia. ]

You mind if I join you?

[paradaxical]

[She looked up and smiled at the newcomer.]

Not at all.

I think I'm going to give up on trying to scan every single one anyway. We're not filled to the bulkheads with them, so I'm presuming they're under control.

[She picked one up and stroked it, enjoying the thrilled little coo it gave in response.]

[jimeeena]

[ She smiles and makes her way over to sit by Jadzia, being careful not to squash any tribbles. ]

I don't think we've met before, have we?

[paradaxical]

I don't think so. Which is surprising considering how few of us are occupying the station, really.

But...

[She gave her an appraising look, and then a smirk.]

I think I have a pretty good idea who you are.

[hippocraticly]

[McCoy had been sleeping in the quarters since the events of Ion Storm ended... but he was rudely awoken when something furry scuttled unhurriedly over his face that seemed to coo despite his screaming. It takes most of his willpower not to just hurl the rogue Tribble into the containment field from the door, so looking entirely dishevelled but noticeably in good health, McCoy storms inside with the Tribble curled in the palm of his hand when he spots the Dax. Damn, maybe he should have brushed his hair.]

[paradaxical]

[She glanced up and saw an unruly McCoy, tribble in hand.]

Don't tell me, it ambushed you in your sleep?

[Not smirking, no, she was not smirking.]

[hippocraticly]

[McCoy pulls a face at that not!smirk on her face before he shuffles over.]

Someone planted it in my damn quarters while I was sleeping. You don't need to be a mind reader to guess who was responsible for doing it.

[He crouches down and places the Tribble with the rest of its family. McCoy adds somewhat petulantly.]

And it didn't ambush me...

[paradaxical]

Don't look at me.

Ooh, I know. It's a tribble conspiracy. Their assassination skills are legendary, just ask the klingons.

[She quirked a smile briefly, but then her expression sobered.]

How are you?

[canyonsiniowa]

I like it.

[ Kirk was getting the whole Vulcan-Stealth-Technique down at this point. ]

[paradaxical]

I'm glad you approve.

[She grinned and (carefully) stood up for a moment so that he could check her ensemble out properly.]

Your sneaking skills are improving, by the way.

[canyonsiniowa]

You mean you didn't notice that time?

[paradaxical]

Hey! I was distracted. By all the cooing.