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TEST DRIVE #3 - Alien Bazaar/Ten Forward

Option 001. Alien planet, marketplace: So you're new to this whole space travel thing. The ship is cool and all, but there are hundreds of alien worlds out there. You want to explore. To see what the universe REALLY looks like.

Well, here's your chance! Your first stop is this lovely indoor marketplace, which looks kind of like a mall. There are stalls one after the other as far as the eye can see, and they sell all kinds of things: food, clothes, trinkets, animals, fabrics, jewelry, perfumes, books, etc etc. Some things look human, easy to recognize; other things look very alien. There are two levels, and constant chatter as people hawk their wares and discuss prices.

Do you want to explore? Poke at the weird shops? Buy a gift for a new friend? Flirt with someone at the food court? Maybe you see a pickpocket, and must run to the aid of the victim. Maybe there's some other villainy afoot. After all, a crowded marketplace is a good place for villains to lurk, causing trouble. Whether you're a hero or just an unassuming traveler, there proves to be some adventure for you on this planet.

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Option 002. Aboard the Enterprise, Ten Forward: You have no idea what just happened. One minute you were home, and now you're on a spaceship, in the middle of a crowded room. It looks like a bar. There are people eating and drinking, some in uniform, others not. Some are clearly aliens.

You've managed to land in Ten Forward a long bar with barstools and a bartender, tables sprinkled throughout, and the far wall is nothing but windows out to space. It looks like a nice lounge, low conversation making the room hum.

Better ask some questions and find out where you are, or just tap the closest person on the shoulder and try to make friends. The bar is open.

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You know the universe really hates you when one minute you're running your own bar and the next your just a patron in someone else's. Quark slowly set a full drink that had previously been an empty glass down on a table that he was pretty sure was a bartop a minute ago and blinked.

"What the-" he muttered in a bewildered whisper, glancing around at the unconcerned patrons and the bartender- who definitely wasn't him- working busily behind the counter. A dream? Holosuite accident? Prophet vision? Quark hurriedly began patting at his suit and examining his hands to make sure he was still himself at least. A touch to his own ears confirmed it. Still him.

"All right then. Whoever is doing this- cut it out right now. I'm losing money hanging around in someone else's bar!" he shouted, irritably addressing the open air.

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"Quark." Dukat sat down next to him, rather surprised but if it was a choice between Quark and Guinan he'd take Quark every time. That and he was pretty sure the little troll still owed him a case of Cardassian Ale.

"Do you have any idea just how hard it is to run things on Terok Nor from a Federation ship?" It was bad enough he could see the Occupation winding down. Central Command was pressuring him to keep the Bajorans under control by any means necessary, the Detapa Council wanted to leave and he certainly couldn't fix the situation from here.

"You don't happen to have a bottle of Bajoran springwine that just happened to be transported with you?"

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Quark jumped when the cardassian spoke, whirling around quickly to face... Gul Dukat? What was he doing here? Not that Quark had any idea what he was doing here either but-

"Federation ship? I thought the aesthetic looked familiar..." the ferengi commented, trying to appear unphased by Dukat's presence. He sat back down slowly, heavy brows wrinkling even further.

'Run Terok Nor'? Dukat hadn't been in charge of Deep Space Nine for a very long time now... Were the rumors true? The ones that said he'd gone completely off the deep end after the death of his daughter?

"I wish. Though I doubt this place's barkeep would appreciate me cutting into his business like that. Not that I wouldn't do it anyway for you, sir," Quark replied smoothly. Best to keep on a cardassian's good side, especially one like Dukat, crazy or not.

The sir was a good touch. Keep it up Quark. No one else treats him with any respect here. To that end, Dukat turned around and glared as his escorts--a security officer in gold watching him like he was going to run away with Federation secrets.

"If it couldn't get any worse, I'm being followed around like a criminal. " The Cardassian raised his voice to address his friend in gold. "Maybe you could get a friend for Quark here. I would hate to have him feel left out." And then caught the eye of a waiter and ordered a glass of kanar.

"We've been kidnapped by the Federation. Or rather, we've been kidnapped by Q, but the Federation has a much better ring to it don't you think?"

"If it's any comfort, I know the feeling," Quark remarks, referring to the treatment of ferengis in general on Deep Space Nine. He grimaces up at the guard and hurries to add, "Ah, no need for that. How about we just share yours?"

Kidnapped by Q.... that was almost starting to make sense of everything. Almost.

"Either way, I'm sensing I won't be getting back to my bar anytime soon," he sighs, fingering the stem of a glass despondently.

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"Your bar, my desk. I can only imagine what's going on in Terok Nor right now without me to run it. Chaos. I'm afraid your bar is probably among the casualties. You can bill the Federation." Dukat almost growled, " I intend to. " Since charging Q with destroying any chance the Cardassians had to successfully occupy Bajor wasn't really going to amount to anything. The Federation was the next best bet.

Quark has to stop himself before wryly assuring Dukat that Deep Space Nine has 'somehow' managed to keep itself running perfectly fine without his leadership.

"Charge the federation? Good luck. That never seems to pan out. They always find some way of weaseling out of it," he comments instead.

"The Federation will be too worried about peaceful relations with Cardassia. And I assure you, kidnapping the Prefect of Bajor, especially in these troubling times, does not send good messages."

"They are obsessed with keeping the peace, aren't they?" Quark mutters, which is usually fine, except when it interferes with his business.

"And unfortunately, no one is going to care about one misplaced bartender. Keep me in mind when they let you go, won't you?"

"Losing money?" a voice repeats from a nearby table.

The voice belongs to a young, pretty Scotsman, flame-coloured hair drifting over one shoulder. She's giving Quark such a look.

"Really? You show up here out of the blue, an' that's all you can think of?" she says.

Quark turns and blinks at her, his expression one of utter bewilderment-

"What else would I be worried about?"

-until he realizes that its a human asking the ridiculous question. Not surprising, considering their completely upside down priority system.

"Oh, I don't know," she hums, voice thick with sarcasm. "Maybe where you are, how you got here, and who's responsible?"

Just as a few suggestions.

There's a small human boy sitting a few seats down and he turns at the voice. His first thought was Wow those ears! but considering how rude that would be, he went for something more tactful.

"Hi. I'm Henry. You've got a big ears."

Well, lack of tact did run in his maternal family.

Thankfully, Quark is used to dealing with human children who tend to speak their minds. He gives the kid a raised eyebrow expression (despite not having any eyebrows) and half a smile.

"Oh yeah? Well, I'm Quark and I think you've got really small ears."

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Henry laughed. "Compared to yours. Everyone does. You're Ferengi aren't you?" He'd been looking up some of the species in the database on the ship. They were all very interesting. "Nice to meet you, Quark."

"Very observant of you," he replies, heading over to Henry's table and taking a seat. Humans were always leaving their children around in random places and then complaining when something happened to them. Honestly, they should either keep a closer watch on them or teach them better essential skills. Like Ferengi parents.

Displaced as he is right now though, he figures its no trouble to look after the kid until his parent's get back. Might be a reward in it or something. Or a babysitting fee?

"Nice to meet you too, Henry. Sounds like you remember some of your manners at least," he snorts, but he's clearly teasing by the grin on his face. "What all have you learned about Ferengi, anyhow? Please don't tell me the Federation have been telling you their usual lies."

"Not many other species have such large ears." Again with the ears but it was the easiest way to recognise the species. "And I only know what the computer told me. I haven't been here very long."

He continued to smile then looked as if he'd just thought of something. Taking out his notebook and a pen, he flipped to a blank page. "Why don't you tell me about Ferengi? Coming from you, I'll know it's not a Federation lie."

"Of course they don't. We Ferengi have pretty much cornered the market on appropriate-sized lobes," Quark explains with a chuckle.

"Ah, now computers are useful, but you can't believe everything you read, and I'd be happy to set the record straight."

He leans back, looking up as he thinks about it for a moment, hands resting in his lap. "Let's see...First off, you'll never meet a more noble or dedicated species than the Ferengi. We're determined, creative, and extremely adaptable~"

Henry chuckled. He was easily baited into giving his side of events and the boy didn't mind whatsoever. Writing down everything he was told in an almost illegible scrawl that he would rewrite later, he nodded and smiled at each detail. He had no questions, from what he knew of Ferengi, they would talk themselves hoarse.

And talk Quark does. He explains exactly why their profit based system is the best form of economic control, how Ferengi entrepreneurship has brought galaxies together, all about the esteemed profession of the Ferengi buisnessman, and his own aspirations to live the 'Ferengi dream'.

After a while though, he actually does start to get hoarse, waving over a waiter and placing an order for a drink.

"-for me. What do want, kid?" he asks, finally allowing for a break in the conversation.

"My usual, thanks." The waiter smiled, knowing Henry and walked off to get their drinks. All this time, Henry had been filling pages and pages with everything Quark had been telling him.

"It's all fascinating. We don't have anything like it back home. But I'm from the 21st century. We've barely started exploring other worlds." The waiter returns and Henry sips his cocoa. "But you don't want to hear about my world. It's boring. Please continue."

"You have a usual here already? How long have you been here anyway?" And had he been brought here by some mysterious force or had Henry always lived on this ship?

That question was answered for him when the kid mentioned the '21st century'.

"Wait a minute. Twenty-first century Earth? I've actually been there, believe it or not! I'm surprised you aren't banging your head and making ape noises at me," Quark exclaimed, although the 'ape noises' bit was a little rude and basically the result of broken translators last time.

"Only a couple of weeks but--" Henry didn't finish his train of thought because Quark mentioned something much more interesting. Even if it took the boy a moment to figure out where to start. There was so much wrong what he'd said.

"You've been to the 21st century on Earth? Do you know what year it was? Because we were not that primitive then, thank you very much." He's quite offended Quark. And he's a smart kid. He can easily work out that your ears are sensitive.

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TEST DRIVE #3 - Alien Bazaar/Ten Forward

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Whoops sorry let this get away from me ;;;

No worries! So excited that you reserved though!!

So am I! Can't wait to play~

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ooc: Allo! Are you still up for new threads?

Re: ooc: I am! Sorry I lost track of this for a while

ooc: aaand then I went MIA. I totally understand if you'd rather drop this, so sorry for the delay!

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Yay Quark!

HI :DD

It's great to see someone playing him!

Ahhh I am happy to oblige, I love him so much

He's brilliant. I really hear his voice in your tags~

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Just telling it like it is. Like Henry would ^^

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