Ten-Forward

[goldn_boy]

You may have been on the bridge. Or about to step onto the transporter pad. Or maybe you were at home, or on shore leave, relaxing.

Maybe you just walked down the hall because it's been a long shift and you deserve a break.

However you got there, you're now in the Ten Forward section of a Federation starship, and so is everyone else. Maybe you

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[daxofalltrades]

Jadzia's reaction to being whipped out of her space-time and into the 10-Forward of a Galaxy Class ship is mostly lulz.

Oh that space-time continuum. It's such a joker.

In other words, she's the life of the party. Just finished telling a rowdy Klingon story to a crowd of young Starfleet officers and now she's back at the bar.

"Do you have a better vintage?" she complains, of the blood wine. "2361 was a terrible year."

[x_odo_ital_x]

Have a stern shapeshifter coming to stand beside you at the bar, Jadzia. Odo leans his back against it, surveying the room with his usual hawk-like vigilance. Although he's hiding it well, he's a little off-balanced by the sudden change of circumstances. The trill officer is a familiar face. A friend, even.

He affords her a curt nod.

"Lieutenant."

[daxofalltrades]

"Constable," she greets, cheerily. "Did I forget a trip to the Enterprise? This looks just like the Enterprise." There are many theories as to what this might be, as far as she's concerned. Spontaneous time travel. A pocket universe. An illusion. Very few of them are threatening or nefarious. Generally people with bad intentions make them known, in fairly short order.

[x_odo_ital_x]

He tilts his head in her direction and arches a dour brow. "Is that so? I'll take your word for it. All I know is that we're not where we're supposed to be. Which tends to take the fun out of this particular gathering."

[daxofalltrades]

She swats at him. "Come on," she chides. "I'm sure any bad guys around will reveal themselves in due time."

[x_odo_ital_x]

Odo glances down to the place where she swatted at him and then gives a terse grunt. "And when they do, I'll be ready. Until then, I'll be keeping my eye out for anything suspicious."

A beat of silence and then he mutters under his breath, "at least Quark didn't get pulled here as well."

[daxofalltrades]

"Are you kidding? He'd be miserable," she says. "No dabo table, no interior decorating. It's his worst nightmare."

She examines the new blood wine, from the bartender, and makes a disappointed noise. "'67?" she asks. "Really? I thought self-respecting Klingons ejected the last of that out of an airlock."

[x_odo_ital_x]

"Now you're making me wish that he had been pulled here, after all." He retorts with cynical amusement. "Quark being miserable might just make my day." He eyes her drink with faint interest. "So what's the plan? Drink, socialise and find out if anyone knows what the hell is going on?"

[daxofalltrades]

"You got any better ideas?" returns Jadzia. She glares at the bartender until he retreats to the far end of the bar. "I'd wrestle a Brikar for a good bottle of blood wine."

[x_odo_ital_x]

"Not at the moment, but should I get one, I'll be sure to let you know." Odo concedes, going back to his people watching. "You're better at socializing than I am, so I'll leave the information gathering in your very capable hands."

[daxofalltrades]

"You could always try glowering at people until they answer your questions," she suggests, with a smile.

[x_odo_ital_x]

"You'd be surprised by how effective that tactic can be," is the sardonic reply. Odo shrugs and gives the trill a nod of acknowledgement which is as close to a smile as he usually gets.

[daxofalltrades]

"Do you think this is what an orb vision is like?" she asks, suddenly. Her eyes are on the rest of the room, tracking the people, the stars, everything. "Real, but it doesn't make sense?"