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trainingwings2014-02-20 12:48 pm
trillbulations) wrote in trainingwings2014-02-20 12:48 pm
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Player Name: Alex
Are you new?: Yes
Character Name: Ezri Dax
Character Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
1. [Action]
[Hiding out back around the corner on the patio of HQ, sitting at at table with five half-finished drinks already shoved back, Ezri contemplates the glass of blue liquid in her hands. She lifted it and took a deep breath over the glass before wincing, and setting it down quickly before even taking a drink. She pushed the glass back with the others and frowned at them.]
Okay. Kali-fal, no. Romulan alcohol was a bad idea anyway, Ezri, what were you even thinking? Curzon was crazy, that's what I was thinking. I have to find something I can actually drink. Think, Ezri, you came out for a nice time, and you are going to enjy yourself.
Firewine. I'll ask if they have any fire wine.
[She sighs.]
No. We served that at Jadzia's wedding. I can't drink that. So. Maybe...Risan wine. Curzon liked it. Maybe I will. Curzon also like to look for jamaharon after drinking it. And then Arandis killed him. But I don't actually have a horga'hn, right? Maybe I can risk it. Besides, I'm not over a hundred, I'll be fine. One glass. That's it.
Okay, Ezri. Go in there and ask. They'll just think you can...hold your liquor. That's a good thing. Impressive. Or they'll think you're drunk and cut you off. Won't know until you try.
2. [Video]
Hello. Um. Yes, hello. Heh.
[She smiles nervously at the journal.]
My name is Ezri Dax. And, well. See, the thing is, I don't really have any kind of ability or skill that is, you know, immediately useful. Here. Not exactly. I mean, I've been an engineer and studied astrophysics and exobiology and exoarchealogy and been a test pilot and all of that, but it's not really, well, my thing. At all. I mean, I get spacesick in shuttles at warp, now, so I'm not exactly the greatest pilot. It's complicated.
Anyway. Um. So. I am, I was, a counselor. On a starship. The Destiny. Um. And, well. I thought that, maybe, since, well, I'm not really doing anything else, maybe I could, um. Offer to, you know. Talk, or something, if anyone wanted an ear. Listen. I mean, don't expect much, because I'm still new here. And new at this. I mean, I'm not even really a full counselor, just an assistant, but I've been training and studying. I had been, anyway. And, well, it doesn't seem like anyone is offering anything formal, and I really, really need to do something useful, so I thought that maybe...
[She breaks off and clears her throat.]
Right. So. I was thinking, maybe. Well, we could use one of the room in the dome. Make a private area, screens to block the viewing area, no fighting or anything. It would give us an hour to talk, if...if you wanted. Since, well. You might?
I'll stop talking now. Just contact me if you're interested. It's Ezri Dax. And I'm not going anywhere, so call anytime.
[Another nervous smile, coupled with a nervous laugh, and then she gets a look that says she knows she sounds like a total fool right before the video cuts off.]
Are you new?: Yes
Character Name: Ezri Dax
Character Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
1. [Action]
[Hiding out back around the corner on the patio of HQ, sitting at at table with five half-finished drinks already shoved back, Ezri contemplates the glass of blue liquid in her hands. She lifted it and took a deep breath over the glass before wincing, and setting it down quickly before even taking a drink. She pushed the glass back with the others and frowned at them.]
Okay. Kali-fal, no. Romulan alcohol was a bad idea anyway, Ezri, what were you even thinking? Curzon was crazy, that's what I was thinking. I have to find something I can actually drink. Think, Ezri, you came out for a nice time, and you are going to enjy yourself.
Firewine. I'll ask if they have any fire wine.
[She sighs.]
No. We served that at Jadzia's wedding. I can't drink that. So. Maybe...Risan wine. Curzon liked it. Maybe I will. Curzon also like to look for jamaharon after drinking it. And then Arandis killed him. But I don't actually have a horga'hn, right? Maybe I can risk it. Besides, I'm not over a hundred, I'll be fine. One glass. That's it.
Okay, Ezri. Go in there and ask. They'll just think you can...hold your liquor. That's a good thing. Impressive. Or they'll think you're drunk and cut you off. Won't know until you try.
2. [Video]
Hello. Um. Yes, hello. Heh.
[She smiles nervously at the journal.]
My name is Ezri Dax. And, well. See, the thing is, I don't really have any kind of ability or skill that is, you know, immediately useful. Here. Not exactly. I mean, I've been an engineer and studied astrophysics and exobiology and exoarchealogy and been a test pilot and all of that, but it's not really, well, my thing. At all. I mean, I get spacesick in shuttles at warp, now, so I'm not exactly the greatest pilot. It's complicated.
Anyway. Um. So. I am, I was, a counselor. On a starship. The Destiny. Um. And, well. I thought that, maybe, since, well, I'm not really doing anything else, maybe I could, um. Offer to, you know. Talk, or something, if anyone wanted an ear. Listen. I mean, don't expect much, because I'm still new here. And new at this. I mean, I'm not even really a full counselor, just an assistant, but I've been training and studying. I had been, anyway. And, well, it doesn't seem like anyone is offering anything formal, and I really, really need to do something useful, so I thought that maybe...
[She breaks off and clears her throat.]
Right. So. I was thinking, maybe. Well, we could use one of the room in the dome. Make a private area, screens to block the viewing area, no fighting or anything. It would give us an hour to talk, if...if you wanted. Since, well. You might?
I'll stop talking now. Just contact me if you're interested. It's Ezri Dax. And I'm not going anywhere, so call anytime.
[Another nervous smile, coupled with a nervous laugh, and then she gets a look that says she knows she sounds like a total fool right before the video cuts off.]
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I mean, really? I'm not a centimeter tall. No one here is playing Wadi. This place isn't composed entirely of holograms made by a lonely old man, and it doesn't appear and disappear every fifty years. And it's hardly the first time I've dealt with temporal displacement. I can think of, oh, four, five times in the last six years.
And the wings? It's not the first time I've been surgically altered. Going on a first contact mission isn't so bad, but when you're doing a study of a pre-warp culture, it isn't really good to go bouncing around looking like this when they have a dozen fingers and horns or something. The wings aren't that bad. Almost cute.
[Without thinking, she took a deep drink from the glass. Immediately, she coughed and almost dropped it, covering her mouth with an arm until she recovered a bit.]
Sorry.
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Don't worry. I need to take these glasses back, but I can come back and chat for a bit if you want. And bring another drink.