how could anyone be happy with such unattractive children? [ joran, open ]

[baddax]

[ joran dax was not accustomed to being disturbed in his composition room. more accurately, he was not accustomed to being gracefully plucked from that room, as if by transporter, and inserted into another, whose acoustics and aesthetic design were comparatively far deficient. his finger hit the key before the alarm hit him; he was almost more

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[experiences]

[ it had been oddly quiet around shtel nor lately. ezri wasn't quite sure whether to regard that as a good or bad thing, but had settled for not questioning anything that happened on this station in too great of depth long ago. trying to figure this place out only led to slamming into walls made of an impenetrable tritanium alloy. if anyone would figure this place out, it wouldn't be her. she was just a counselor. leave the heroics to the kirks.

...though, perhaps she'd spoken to soon about it being too quiet. she stood, frozen just outside the doorway to the music room that she'd been passing by on her way to the promenade, mouth open and eyes wide. she blinked once, twice -- it did no good. the image before her was still there. ]

You can't be here.

[baddax]

Apparently I can. It makes no difference that I shouldn't.

[ his verbal response preceded his physical; he glanced over sharply at the person who had addressed him, expecting perhaps one of the pathetic unjoined who romanticised their ineffectual (and highly hypothetical) revolution. but he was honestly surprised by what he beheld instead: a starfleet officer, it seemed despite the unfamiliar uniform, of possibly the least impressive presence. had he honestly just been kidnapped by this waif? ]

And to what do I owe the abduction... [ he approached her. let none of his unease show, and all of his skepticism. ] lieutenant?

[experiences]

[ perhaps if this were any other of her pasts hosts, she wouldn't have given her name, but ezri had past experience in dealing with joran and knew that it was pointless to offer up anything but the truth where he was involved -- nevermind that before, he'd been a part of her -- and she had no reason to lie to him, even if part of her really, really wanted to. everyone here, joran included, were victims of the same situation.

how ironic that joran was now the victim instead of the one making people into them. ]

Dax. Lieutenant Ezri Dax.

[baddax]

[ his look of incredulity bordered on insulting. what poor research her supervisors had done, to arm her with such a flimsy lie. oh yes, at this point he couldn't even believe she'd had the faculties to come up with that one herself. ]

Come now, treat me like an adult. You can give me your name - your real name - or not. An explanation of my circumstances would be better.

[ my, was he ever looking down his nose at her. ]

And, frankly, preferable.

[notsawbones]

[If Joran Dax was not accustomed to being picked up and thrust into a completely different area he was familiar with, then you can bet that the McCoy from Taxon wasn’t either. But he fervently hoped that it was nothing something he had to become used to in this place until Jim decided to stop messing around and beam him back to that city.

And so, he wasted time ambling and exploring this space station. Until he came across the music room and found someone inside.]