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TEST DRIVE #5 - Low Gravity Gymnasium and Ten Forward

Option 01. Ten Forward: The first thing you see is a bar. A large, lively bar filled with many different faces and many different smells, sights and sounds. This is Ten Forward, the Enterprises' off-duty lounge; feel free to get acquainted with your fellow travelers and try to find somebody who's in charge: this is your new home now, after all...

Option 02. Aboard the Enterprise, The Low-Gravity Gymnasium: The gym is a large room with several alcove-like sections housing the aerobics and martial arts areas, a parrises squares area, an anbo-jyutsu court, and a separate fencing room. While there is normally a zero-gravity area as well, today all of the gym is in zero-gravity conditions.
Zero-gravity can be, well, kind of weird, because it's not like a gradual loss of the pressure holding you to the floor--you may have taken the turbolifts, just expecting to take a leisurely run, or maybe work out with a treadmill to get in some cardio, but the minute you step into the gym you're floating, as is anything you might have been holding or bringing with you.
Do you freak out, start flailing and trying to swim through the air back to where you can escape? Do you make the best of it and tough it out to get your exercise in, or do you start having fun with the sudden game of weightlessness? Pick your personal scenario and have fun with all the other weightless people.
Ezri Dax | Star Trek: DS9
So, it all came down to the question, what did she want. She. Ezri. Not Curzon, not Jazia, not Emony, not any of the other hosts. This had all started when she almost ordered gagh, cancelling the order almost immediately, gagging and slamming her hand over her mouth.
"Salad, with beets--no.Steak with roasted vegetables in a butter sauce---no, no, not that....I'm going to starve at this rate," the counselor mumbled to herself, and the replicator. Then she twitched, a hand going to her stomach, images of Torias' last moments flashing in her memory like a bad movie with no pause button.
"Or maybe," Ezri muttered, "I can just get sick all over the floor. Won't that be fun? Everyone will want to come talk to me then. Way to attract attention, Ezri. "
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She's also armed, but her force lance is safely holstered, though Molly's edgy, still not used to being around people again after being stranded on Septa Paresis all on her own.
(She's still not used to not expecting Kroton in the shadows.)
"You know," Molly says, after a moment to shake off that sense of being watched she knows isn't right, "I think that might kind of defeat the purpose of eating."
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"You're probably right. But I can't do anything the easy way. Nothing easy for Ezri." She turned back to the replicator for a moment. "Chamomile tea." Maybe it would soothe her stomach. Or at least if she puked it up it'd just be liquid.
The Trill looked awkwardly at the other woman, adding. "I'm Ezri....Obviously." Smart. Really smart. No one would ever guess you had negotiated the Khitomer Accords.Or been the first non-Klingon allowed into the House of Martok. Curzon. Jadzia. Not her. Well, kind of her. Life was so confusing.
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That sounds rather too much like someone she knows who likes to make a similar complaint, and that's bittersweet. Dylan's tone, though, is always different, usually weary and rueful, not self-effacing like this woman's.
"You're not feeling well?" Molly asks. "You need a doctor or something?"
She does look a little queasy. Then again, there have been times recently when Molly hasn't been either looking or feeling well.
Molly returns the smile, her own a little brighter, less hesitant than Ezri's.
"Molly. Nice to meet you."
I AM ALL OVER THIS
"Excuse me, are you alright?" Is it tactful to say she looks a bit green around the...well, spots, it seems there's another Trill on board. Probably not.
Re: I AM ALL OVER THIS
Before she could say anything else she took a look at Julian and her eyes almost bugged out of her head like an Ezri sized insect. Which kind of reminded her of this one time Tobin saw this insect.....which then reminded of Jadzia and insect bites.....and well, at least she wasn't rambling out loud.
Ezri let out a little squeak, noting that it just wasn't fair that she got all the tough time travel problems. Jadzia had enjoyed it. Nope, nothing simple and fun for Ezri. Always had to do things the hard way. Which, of course, was why the Trill was standing in front of Bashir with her eyes unblinking trying desperately not to ramble like a four year old telling all of her mothers secrets.
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...her eyes looked familiar.
Julian was literally incapable of forgetting a face, though, and he couldn't place hers.
"Computer, peppermint tea please." He presumes to put his hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her toward a table and placing the tea in front of her.
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In a way, she was going through those same stages, mourning her old self, and trying to accept her new one. Ones.
"Actually, I might take you up on that anti-nausea medication. Unless you think the Captain will stop the ship and just let me out?"
Ezri let Julian guide her to a nearby table and sit, with tea in front of her. And she even sipped it like a good patient.
"Do you think you're going to hurt the computer's feelings?" Ezri asked playfully in between sips.
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"Never hurts to be polite, does it?" he says, amused. It was, truthfully, a rather odd habit. But he felt like he himself would feel unappreciated if he worked all day as hard as a replicator did and no one showed him any common decency.
"Doubtful--he has to keep all of us in one place, better that way if Q decides to play nice and send us all back."
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"Well, I guess that depends on the culture and society of the being whom you're being nice to. Being polite to a Klingon in certain situations might not be the brightest idea in the book." Ezri gave him a playful smirk. "And we don't know who replicators like to be addressed."
The Trill sipped her tea, hoping it would settle her stomach, and asked him, "You have no idea who I am do you?"
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But he realizes quickly enough. It's exactly the same with the Chief and Worf, in reverse--it must be. He can't remember her because they haven't yet met.
Oh, Temporal Investigations is going to have a field day. His expression turns apologetic, even though it's neither of their faults.
"I'm afraid not."
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Julian might act scatterbrained it was true, but Ezri knew his secret. And just how much of an act it was. It must hurt him to have to hide who he was again. That's probably so hard. Harder than hiding Dax.--if she even could. The moment someone gave her a medical exam that cat would be out of the metaphorical bag. And she'd probably be questioned by Temporal Investigations until she went grey. At least it wasn't Dax's first time with time travel. Or Julian's.
"Before you ask, yes, I'm a counselor. For some reason everyone seems so surprised about that."
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It wasn't easy for him to go back, it was true--even so, he wasn't completely in the closet, so to speak. He'd been sussed out by Trance, and had confessed to Dylan. That made it already infinitely easier than over 15 years hiding in plain sight had been.
"Well, I could already tell, you're either Sciences or Medical, so counselor isn't particularly surprising, from what I can see."
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No, not yet Julian
he knows he's a bit of a problem child and it isn't outside the realm of possibility ;3
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She had been on her way to the replicator, although she had to admit she missed the food she could get on the station. There was just something different about it- better, perhaps? Or maybe that was just how she remembered it. She had come up though, over hearing the faint mumblings of the person before her, which seemed to turn into talk about getting sick.
It is perhaps a slight noise that is made, turning in to a cough to cover her amusement. "Too many choices, too little stomach space?"
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Maybe she could just play mute. That would work long enough for someone to do a medical scan on her. The Dax symbiont's readings were recorded in this time in Curzon, and it wouldn't take a feat of genius to compare them.
But, instead, Ezri opened her mouth a little wider and said, "I can be a little indecisive. It's kind of a phase I'm going through. Keep hoping I'll out grow it!" And she gave a self deprecating little laugh at her own expense.
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She smiled though, as she could understand that. There were days within her own mind where she had a particular craving that wasn't really hers. Thankfully it hadn't been that hard to adjust to having a symbiont, and she had learned to like some foods and drinks that she might otherwise never have had. "The first thing that comes to mind- if you could have one thing, what would it be?"
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"Um...." The first thing she still wanted was gagh. Probably because Jadzia was right there. Thanks so much self.
"Tautean salad." Ezri finally said, wondering how much of that order was Jadzia too.
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James had appeared by her side with a loud crack. His smirking face gave off the impression he knew what he was doing but he really didn't. He'd only arrived less than an hour ago but he was used to be taken from one place and placed someone else at someone's whim.
"Think it'll make butterbeer?"
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Ezri had known boys like James, both as Ezri and as Dax. Overconfident, and kind of arrogant. The Trill did her best to stifle an aggressive impulse, who she was pretty sure was Joran. Or maybe it was Jadzia. Or Curzon. This was so confusing.
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"Hey. You. Make me a butterbeer then." The computer didn't seem to understand. "Please restate inquiry."
James doesn't look impressed and instead leans on it and turns to Ezri, shrugging at her question. "It's just butterbeer."
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"Otherwise, might I suggest a root beer? It's good. And actually might settle my stomach. Computer, 2 root beers."
She handed one cup to James, taking the other one for herself. "I'm Ezri."
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But he takes the root beer and nods at her introduction. "James. Nice to meet you, Ezri."
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"Why don't you think of it as a way to embrace new cultures and widen your horizons. I know, I know, that sounds like something you'd get from your teacher or a tourist attraction. But, where I used to work, before I got ....'placed' here, there were all kinds of people. Klingons, Ferengi, Vulcans, Romulans. It's a great opportunity to talk to new people and eat different food. You might find something you like, and you'll never get to try it if you just stick to butterbeer. Think of it as a blessing in disguise."
Ezri was pretty sure she had her 'hi, I'm a therapist' face on. But that was okay.
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"But it's fine. Like I said, I'm used to it."
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"And how does that make you feel? It must be tough, to be moved around so indiscriminately--and to not be able to say any sort of goodbye to the people you know." She gave him a smirk. "And it's not like you can just ask whoever it was to send you back."
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