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I ▹ LOCKDOWN (CLOSED TO JULIAN BASHIR)

[ The move is abrupt, and Garak is still struggling to wake up fully to even process what happens the first second or two. When he sees his surroundings have changed, however, he scrambles to his feet quickly, turning around in rapid movements as he looks around himself.

It doesn't quite register as a ship at first. But that doesn't seem to matter at the moment. It's dark and cramped, the hallway he walks through is narrow and short, and it leads to some kind of dining room that isn't much larger. He heads down to the cargo hold but that too isn't that big either, and worst of all?

All the doors, ramps, anything that would provide access to the outside, are locked shut.

Garak still moves closer to one, fingers feeling around the edges frantically, pushing at the surface, feeling along the wall for any kind of control panel that will allow him to open the door, but it's to no avail. Eyes wide, he's panting slightly as he mutters under his breath. ] No, no...

[ His eyes flicker to the number on the screen, panic clear on his face. Weren't he so pale already he'd surely look like all blood had drained from his face, but he still has a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead, his heart hammering away in his chest as he stumbles his way back until he bumps against a wall, nearly collapsing onto the floor. ]

II ▹ EXPLORE

[ It doesn't get much better over the next few days, but Garak does his best to adapt. Nothing horrible seems to happen, which... well, it isn't to say it won't, but for the moment it's peaceful, and that, matched with the message sent by the Agrii, makes it seem as though they are supposed to get to know one another, as well as their ship.

Unfortunately his augment is absolutely useless in these circumstances, and he didn't really think to change before. It doesn't help that none of his cohorts have the engineering or pilot augment either. Still, that doesn't stop Garak from fumbling with the controls at the cockpit, trying to bring any and all systems to life, if nothing else then to get access to whatever information might be stored away in the ship's computers.

It's no use, of course. He can't even understand what the various buttons are for, and whatever he touches proves to be entirely unresponsive. He heaves a frustrated sigh, shaking his head, fingers fidgeting anxiously. ] Oh, come now... what is the point?

III ▹ TEMPERATURE

[ If their current predicament weren't bad enough, it gets all the worse for Garak when his nerves settle eventually and he starts to notice how cold it is inside the ship. Certainly not cold for his cohorts, but for someone used to dark, hot and humid environments, it's much more difficult to survive here.

He doesn't have his precious nest of blankets here either, and the blanket he has here is absolutely not enough. Late at night he'll be easily found curled up on the bed he took up, pushed against the darker corner of the bunk room, legs folded and drawn up to his chest to try and conserve as much body heat as he can possibly manage, while his blanket's tucked tightly around himself. ]

Edited 2019-10-08 14:55 (UTC)

Well now, this is all oddly familiar, isn't it?

Ghosting through the ship (sometimes literally, as he can phase through the walls and other solid objects, though not the outer shell of the ship itself), the Vision explores the entirety of their current confinement. It had been a long time since he'd been on a basic Atroma ship - he and his crew had poured so many credits into upgrading theirs that it hardly bore any resemblance to the final form. Here's a cargo bay, empty of the shelving and dirt beds that he had transformed into a garden. Here's a kitchen, lacking in varieties of protein flavor and texture and anything resembling fresh food. And the bunks are all one room, not the comparatively spacious double he and Wanda had ended up with.

Not to mention that the Twin Roses and Starduck had never actually been in this shape. They'd both been upgraded far past the basics by the time the original four ships had merged into two. The Agrii can copy, it seems, but as with their other efforts it's missing something important. In this case, history.

Finally, he ends up in the place he'd often spent his free time back when he'd been voyaging through the stars: the Engineering section near the ship's engines. The knowledge once given to him by the Atroma augment is elusive, fleeting, and reminds him of what he always hated about the Atroma and is not particularly fond of among the Agrii. The sanctity of his mind should be inviolable, if their hosts are truly benign, and yet they take knowledge away as freely as they give it. For someone with a near-unlimited data storage capacity, it's frustrating in the extreme.

Regardless, when he comes across another member of his newly-formed cohort, he greets them with a smile and a wave, probably from a distance if he doesn't know them. It's easier that way, when you're visibly non-human.

[Rayla stumbled in on another person during her exploration of the small ship. All of it... the tech, everything, was beyond her. She was from somewhere much less technologically inclined, after all, and, as she watched him attempting to make the controls work, she had to ask...]

Are you familiar with this technology at all?

[In this case, visibly non-human was working in his favor. Rayla remembered him from the party, having been drawn to him because he did not look human. She gave him a little smile. It seemed the non-humans outnumbered the humans on this ship, and Rayla was okay with that.]

Vision, right?

[Ah, yes, the elf! He smiles at her, relieved to see a familiar face.]

Yes, and it was Rayla, was it not? Welcome to the--er ,well, actually, I'm not certain which of the ships we're on. But I've spent several years in a place very much like this, if there was anything you had questions about.

[Which is probably all of it? She comes from a heavy magic world, if he remembers correctly.]

[It doesn't escape the Vision's notice that this one is having a particularly unhappy time so far. Quietly, so as not to wake the others, he heads over to a few feet away from garak's bed (as much personal space as the crowded area will allow, really). He speaks in a soft voice and holds out his own blanket.]

Pardon me, but if you're cold, I don't actually require this...?

[Julian is having a difficult time getting his bearings as he sits up quickly, his Augmented brain able to process though that they're on a ship of some sort. He gets up to start exploring.

The screen is certainly disconcerting and he watches it for a few minutes to determine how fast it's moving. Not very, apparently. It seems right now he doesn't have to let his imagination run wild with what the number means.

It's not a very big ship, smaller than the Defiant. It certainly doesn't appear to be that modern. It's quite jarring actually to see all of the non-Cardassian tech. Every potential exit he comes across is locked which is frustrating. There's another side of the ship he has yet to look at and when he gets there, his brain has trouble processing what he's seeing.

Garak, clearly distressed and diaphoretic, slumped against a wall. His body acts out of instinct more than anything, kneeling beside the Cardassian. A hand comes up to Garak's temple to feel his pulse as Julian takes mental stock of what he's seeing. Diaphoresis, tachycardia, tachypnea, pallor.

"Garak?" he asks in an urgent but hushed tone with a small shake of his shoulder. "Garak, what's wrong?"

Edited 2019-10-08 23:40 (UTC)

[ Garak turns in his seat, looking up at the recent arrival. Although he doesn't look surprised by the approach, there's still a hint of a startle in the way his shoulders draw together. ]

Ah. Not this one in specific, I'm afraid. I am, however, accustomed to far more advanced technology, which is why I was hoping I would be able to decipher this one.

[ He sighs, glancing over the controls. ] Unfortunately it seems that I need the proper augment to understand it. Which I don't.

[ Garak's not really asleep, even though he is incredibly still. Perhaps it's all the easier to tell that's the case, when his posture is so tense, even as he huddles up in bed.

So when he hears a voice, he unfolds from his position, looking alert as though he wasn't even close to dozing off. ]

Thank you. [ He offers a small smile, his voice quiet. ] I am afraid there is far too much keeping me awake, but this will undoubtedly help in making me more comfortable.

[The Vision nods. Anyone not originally from the Drift Fleet would probably find all of this rather stressful - and even if they were, there are plenty of other reasons not to be able to sleep, like stress over being moved around without one's consent or unhappiness at not being able to see the sun, or any number of things.]

As it happens, my equivalent of sleep involves floating upright about two feet off the floor, so I have little use for bedding. [At least not while his wife is on a different ship!! Life is unfair like that.] Is there anything else I could do to help?

Garak very nearly startles when suddenly Julian is by his side. He doesn't push him away, even as he feels the doctor's hands on him, feeling his pulse, giving him a quick examination.

It shouldn't be hard to figure out what he's going through. For all that Garak can lie his way through a whole story (through his whole life, even), he can't possibly hide how terrified he is of being locked in a cramped space. Granted, the ship is considerably larger than the closet where he used to be locked through the night, swallowing down the sobs that threatened to burst along with the tears, but it's still an enclosed space, and the mere knowledge that he can't get out is enough to make him panic.

"Please, Doctor," he says, doing his best to keep his voice even, forcing himself to take deep breathes, chest heaving. "I am... quite well. You needn't worry about me, it will pass."

Really? Well, that's certainly useful, now isn't it?

[ Garak manages a smile. It's natural for him to put on that facade, even as much as he loathes being locked in here. He sits up, looking over his new generous friend. ]

I'll go for a walk, I think. Perhaps you would like to join me in a nightcap?

Indeed. [The Vision certainly doesn't know Garak well enough to tell it's a facade, and so the smile serves its purpose well: better to be smiling than curled up miserably on the bed, isn't it?

He nods and begins to walk toward the kitchen, glad the layout is the same as his old ship's.] The tea is halfway decent, though I think we lack even instant coffee. [And then it occurs to him that he ought to introduce himself.] I am the Vision; I was captain of a vessel much like this one a few years ago, so I am familiar with the essentials.

"You're the diametric opposite of 'well'," he scolds, though absently as he tries to get a gauge on Garak's body temperature. It's rather difficult considering he's not been able to feel the normal body temperature of Cardassians usually, so it's even harder to determine if the other is febrile.

"Take it easy," he says in his best soothing bedside manner.

But if he doesn't have a fever then...

Julian notices how Garak is trying to take deep breaths, like he's trying to calm himself. To calm himself...from panicking. Perhaps at discovering they're trapped here as Julian has. He slowly removes his hand from the scaled skin and looks at the Cardassian with a concerned furrow of his brows.

"Garak are you claustrophobic?"

[ That's the way Garak sees it, as well. What's the point of brooding miserably, when that will only attract unwanted attention, not to mention paint him as someone weak and feeble? That just won't do, for him. ]

That's not an issue to me, as I don't drink coffee. Tea will suffice, however.

[ He dips his head in a slight bow, smiling at Vision while they walk. ] I am Garak, a tailor. However, I too have lived on a ship for a few months before arriving here. You could say I know my way around them.

[ More than just know his way around, but no need to boast about his true skills. He'd rather be underestimated. ]

Garak has too many jumbled thoughts inside him to focus clearly on Julian's words. He keeps his eyes closed while Julian checks him, either ignoring or not registering that scold, his fingers curling into fists and loosening again, in an attempt to calm his heart.

In his panic, it doesn't even come to mind that Julian isn't from the same point in time that he is. Or rather, he doesn't realize that Julian, coming from the point in time that he does, still wouldn't know about that.

Instead he snaps at him, opening his eyes to look at him.

"Your ability to constantly point out the obvious is, as ever, a deep comfort to me."

He seems to realize the error of his words the moment he says them. And he seems to regret the tone in them too, as he blinks his eyes slowly again, taking a deep breath. Don't think about the doors, don't think about the walls closing in around them.

"You... don't remember, do you? My mistake, of course, I... ah, forgive me, Doctor."

I'm glad to meet you, Garak. [He even sounds distressingly sincere about it, which might be because--] My wife is beginning to grow discontent over the lack of clothing options in this place. If we can find some suitable fabric, I'd be happy to barter for your services.

[It's kind of unusual to get someone with a skilled trade rather than, well, superhero.]

Oh? I was on the Twin Roses with the Drift Fleet, though I'd been living on the planet Naviadna for a year before being pulled here. Our version had many upgrades and personalization, however; this ship is exceedingly basic by comparison.

[Rayla nodded at the question about her name, and then looked around as Vision was momentarily stumped by where they might be.]

Well, uh... everyone keeps callin'em ships. That doesn't mean we're goin' on water, does it?

[Rayla looked mildly disappointed for a moment, and then curious with a mix of confusion.]

What's an augment?

[She'd been hearing that term in conversation before, but hadn't really paid attention because it hadn't really concerned her up to this point.]

[To say she was frustrated at being stuck was an understatement. So, to keep busy and stop feeling like a trapped dragon, Rayla had taken to figuring out the stationary bike, poking around in the kitchen, and a few other things around the ship. She wasn't used to technology, so disasters were bound to happen...

Like setting food gel on fire in the kitchen, or locking herself in the cargo bay, or various other "fun" activities... Oops?]

Edited 2019-10-10 19:59 (UTC)

I find it unlikely we would go on the water, but we'd certainly be able to. But these ships are of a type I've been on before, one more suited to flying through the sky. I don't suppose you have anything like that at home?

[Rayla shook her head, only mildly relieved.]

The only things I've seen in the sky are birds an' dragons. I can deal with flyin', though. I just dunna like sailin' all that much.

[She gave him a sheepish look.]

The snap doesn't appear to take him aback as much as it does. Irritability, likely secondary to his anxiety. He hasn't seen Garak like that in a while. A couple of years at least. It's okay though. It comes with the territory. Right now, Garak is a patient and he must forgive some emotional lability.

"Whatever you're referring to, no I don't remember. No need to apologize," he reassures. He realizes that maybe kneeling in front of the other isn't the best way to make him feel less claustrophobic and so kneels at his side instead.

The problem is, claustrophobia is not something that can be fixed with a medicine. A calming medicine might help the symptoms, but Julian's looked all over the ship--there isn't even a sickbay let alone proper medical equipment or pharmaceuticals.

"What can I do to help?" he asks, keeping his frustration at his inability to offer much of anything bottled up.

Is it a matter of seasickness?

[Luckily, the ships aren't flying just yet.]

EEhhh... well, I don't exactly feel great about it.

[Seasickness was putting it mildly. Not only did she get sick, but she was horribly afraid of it.]

How do ya feel about water?

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