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TEST DRIVE #6 - The Bridge 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 Enterprise's 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. The Bridge: Well, aren't you a lucky duck? You've found yourself in hallowed quarters. Wherever you were before, you're not there anymore. Now you're in a room that could be some kind of command center or control room; there's a captain's chair flanked by seats for his chief officers, computer panels and stations at each interior wall, and before you a broad viewscreen that shows the wide expanse of space rushing towards you. Have you ever wanted to be a starship captain for a day? Well, here's your chance. Feel free to roam around, but try not to touch anything shiny.
[OOC: The Bridge isn't usually available for in-game posts, so if you've ever wanted to play there, here's your chance!]
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He's expecting a phaser, or a hypospray, or worse - something to render him docile while the good doctor realizes his mistake and calls security. What he's not expecting is tea, and there's obvious suspicion on his face when it's placed in his hands.
Caution keeps him from drinking first, though he doubts Bashir's ethics would allow him to stoop to drugging his drink. "What are you doing?"
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"Offering you tea." Obviously. He's British, it's just about standard protocol for any situation, especially ones where he has not the foggiest idea what to say. He's not going to let you out of here until cooler heads prevail, and so you might as well make yourself comfortable.
He sips at his cup first, as if to say 'see? No sedatives.' He'd need something strong enough to down a mammoth to even make you drowsy anyway, anything strong enough is going to taste awful.
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(It would explain why he's been healing so sluggishly - he needs to fuel the process somehow, and stolen Starfleet rations don't last forever.)
Still, he takes a sip with reservation, still watching. It's not drugged, but he's still wondering what the doctor actually hopes to accomplish - or is it simply a case of good manners? Has it really been so long since he felt civilized that he'd forgotten the customs?
"Obviously. Why?"
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"Do you really need a reason?"
He'll give you one if you insist, but it's sort of sad you can't take the kindness at face value. After a moment, eyes searching, he gives the most innocuous one that comes to mind with a bit of a self-depricating smile.
"I'm British. Tea in uncomfortable situations is something of a hallmark of our interpersonal relationships."
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"I'm familiar with the concept of British sensibilities." He was, after all, raised in India - for a given definition of 'raised' - and had spent a not-insignificant amount of time London. The customs were not entirely dissimilar.
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"I imagine you would be, living in India as long as you did." He had already stated that he'd researched them. Though he didn't think it might be a bit much to reveal just how much he remembered, which was truly everything he'd read. He retained information like it had been carved into his mind.
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It's a well-known fact, but it still prompts Khan to raise an eyebrow - it's not often that people acknowledge that, while he had control over a full quarter of the planet, India had been his home. His seat of power. "Correct," he allows with a nod. "Though it is much different now."
It's to be expected - things had changed rapidly even in the few short years he held power. Over the course of three, four hundred years? It was recognizable, yes, but only just.
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"How long did you spend in Britain?" Because that accent was so very similar to his own, and he was curious. He hadn't recalled anything from his reading that indicated Khan had spent any significant time in the part Earth Julian called home.
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"After I was awoken, over a year." His words are chilly, but his grip on his cup is still carefully modulated, even gentle - he's bitter, but calm.
After had been a parade of endless tests and measurements and threats, followed by the never-ending dreariness of London. He hadn't been allowed to travel out of the country - he wasn't allowed that much leash.
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"I see." He adds the information to the mental sub-folder he's created for this new Khan, because he's well and confirmed that he's different than the one in the history books here.
It was harder than it looked, carrying on idle conversation with someone who was both emotionally unstable and capable of snapping you in half.
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"And what of yourself, doctor?" He lets his gaze rest, deceptively mild, on the other man. "You know quite a bit about me; reciprocity is only fair."
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He's the picture of an average Starfleet officer, average Human. Nothing suspicious about him at all. Really.
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Hope you didn't think he'd forgotten, Julian. Anyone who professes to have read all of the history texts on Khan is of immediate interest - humanity, he's discovered, rarely likes to be reminded of those years. Odd, considering it was their victory, not his, but he suspected they couldn't bear to be reminded that they'd brought it all on themselves.
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"Curiosity, mainly. Genetic augmentation is banned by Earth law, and I began researching to find out exactly why that was. We were told in school, about the Eugenics Wars--not much, mind, but enough to put a seed there. I continued reading on my own up until I went to the Academy and Starfleet Medical." A grain of truth, without exactly going into the deeper whys. He could even say that gene therapy was something of a specialty of his, but that would be giving a bit much away, he thought.