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Who: Kathryn Janeway, Julian Bashir, Garak
Where: Hallways, Banquet Hall
When: Morning, while Dukat is on his run
What: The citizens of the 24th Century meet to confer about one of their own over breakfast.
Janeway scowled at her wardrobe. It was mostly the same set of black, red, and gray uniforms all lined up in the closet and variations there was. She sipped more coffee and scowled some more before picking up her usual gray shouldered jacket. The admiral disengaged herself from her coffee long enough to shrug it on and then proceed out the door.
She stepped back in with a brisk motion, snatching the damaged phaser off her desk from where it sat alongside her own.
After pouring more coffee into her cup, she finally left.
Janeway made her way down the hall to Doctor Bashir's room, knocking against it neither rudely or gently and waited for him to answer. She took a longer drink and stood there waiting for the doctor, inhaling the aroma of the drink. She mentally cursed Dukat for choosing such an early running time...since she'd much rather be in bed than nursing her poison of choice at such an ungodly hour.
Where: Hallways, Banquet Hall
When: Morning, while Dukat is on his run
What: The citizens of the 24th Century meet to confer about one of their own over breakfast.
Janeway scowled at her wardrobe. It was mostly the same set of black, red, and gray uniforms all lined up in the closet and variations there was. She sipped more coffee and scowled some more before picking up her usual gray shouldered jacket. The admiral disengaged herself from her coffee long enough to shrug it on and then proceed out the door.
She stepped back in with a brisk motion, snatching the damaged phaser off her desk from where it sat alongside her own.
After pouring more coffee into her cup, she finally left.
Janeway made her way down the hall to Doctor Bashir's room, knocking against it neither rudely or gently and waited for him to answer. She took a longer drink and stood there waiting for the doctor, inhaling the aroma of the drink. She mentally cursed Dukat for choosing such an early running time...since she'd much rather be in bed than nursing her poison of choice at such an ungodly hour.