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revivalproject2019-09-16 06:22 pm
jadzia) wrote in revivalproject2019-09-16 06:22 pm
1 ✧ A Night at the Opera
WHO: Jadzia Dax
WHERE: The opera house and the lab
WHAT: Poking around in some of the city's outskirts.
WHEN: This takes place after the 'air rows' signs appeared.
WARNINGS: None at the moment!
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If it weren't labeled in Klingon, it wouldn't have been as interesting.
While she's been something of a cultural connoisseur over her assorted lifetimes, Jadzia won't deny that she'd inherited an enduring fascination with all things Klingon from Curzon--and one most of her crewmates sadly didn't share.
Seeing the label here made her wonder, not for the first time, about what the Agrii were like, and how much they knew about their chosen champions. Had they put the sign there to entice her? Because of course it was working. With her bat'leth tied to her back using a vine as a makeshift rope, Jadzia forged a path through the overgrown lawn to the check out the building.
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These signs weren't quite as simple to read as the Klingon had been, but she got the gist after riddling out the binary code. The row of buildings seemed to have been laboratories once, though they and the equipment within is all derelict, some salvageable and some clearly beyond repair.
Maybe she can find tools here to help her repair Julian's tricorder; having a tool like that would make things much easier on them, especially if she'd be able to easily scan their food items for compounds that might be harmful to her symbiont.
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Wildcard!
WHERE: The opera house and the lab
WHAT: Poking around in some of the city's outskirts.
WHEN: This takes place after the 'air rows' signs appeared.
WARNINGS: None at the moment!
-------=+=-------
If it weren't labeled in Klingon, it wouldn't have been as interesting.
While she's been something of a cultural connoisseur over her assorted lifetimes, Jadzia won't deny that she'd inherited an enduring fascination with all things Klingon from Curzon--and one most of her crewmates sadly didn't share.
Seeing the label here made her wonder, not for the first time, about what the Agrii were like, and how much they knew about their chosen champions. Had they put the sign there to entice her? Because of course it was working. With her bat'leth tied to her back using a vine as a makeshift rope, Jadzia forged a path through the overgrown lawn to the check out the building.
-------=+=-------
These signs weren't quite as simple to read as the Klingon had been, but she got the gist after riddling out the binary code. The row of buildings seemed to have been laboratories once, though they and the equipment within is all derelict, some salvageable and some clearly beyond repair.
Maybe she can find tools here to help her repair Julian's tricorder; having a tool like that would make things much easier on them, especially if she'd be able to easily scan their food items for compounds that might be harmful to her symbiont.
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Wildcard!
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"Yeah?" He asks. "Brave of him to go into Klingon territory." In his limited experience with them, they're not the negotiating type.
He shrugs. "Sure. Why not?" Bones doesn't have much else better to do right now, and he was kind of exploring anyway before he ran into Jadzia.
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"You'd be surprised by the Klingons, I think. There's no denying they can be extremely aggressive, but they can be reasoned with. They hold very deep personal codes of honor, and knowing how to work around that can make handling them much easier." Not that every Klingon even agreed on what was honorable or dishonorable, but she'd used the tactic of appealing to honor many times to great effect.
Bones' discomfort and distrust of Klingons being what it is, Jadzia decides to be merciful and change the subject.
"What made you decide to be a doctor?" she asks. "The Leonard McCoy that my former host was acquainted with met him on Earth when she came to judge a gymnastics competition. He was attending the University of Mississippi at the time." There's more to the story, of course, but she's interested in hearing his take.
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"It's not that I think they're terrible," Bones says. "They just seem to hate us and so I'd rather steer clear. I'm a doctor, not a diplomat." If anyone could probably broker a peace between the Klingons and the Federation, it was Jim.
He moves behind her, trying to help by pulling some branches out of the way. "I did go to Ole Miss, and I remember being at a few gymnastics competitions during my residency as the medical professional on call in case someone got injured. I don't think I ever met your former host though."
Trill were kind of unique. He feels like he'd probably remember if he had met one before.