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Ten Forward [OPEN]

This was not Risa. It didn't take much observational skill to figure that one out. Which was... interesting, since she had most definitely been relaxing on a beach there moments before.

She sets about trying to assess the situation as soon as she can. She knows Federation construction when she sees it. Even without a grandson in Starfleet, it paid to know the major powers of the quadrant. She knows the Federation well enough to realize that these hadn't been the standard uniforms for quite a few years.

From the stories Nog had told, there could be quite a few explanations for that. And she has every intention of getting one. Quark's right. Everyone lovest he bartender. So that's exactly who she starts off looking for.

As she walks, her eyes dare anyone to say something about a Ferengi female in clothes walking around the bar like she's debating owning the place. Though she's not really giving it much serious consideration. If this is actually a Federation vessel without a lot of contact with outsiders, there'll be no profit in it.

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Nobody said anything that he could hear, but when she neared him and he noticed her, he near jumped right out of his fur. Most people on board were mistaking him for Caitians or Kzin, other familiar races of the cosmos, and he did resemble one though his ears were larger and his face much more pantherine than that of the caitian cat race.

No, he has a moment of clumsy cat and falls right off his bar stool onto the ground, and on his feet a moment later.

Whoops. He meant to do that.

Just... holy hell, what kind of troll is that?!

Ishka couldn't quite place his species. Which was interesting. New species meant new opportunities. It was always good to learn about them.

And he looks young and has just fallen. She's not about to ignore that. "Careful, lobeling. Federation will patch you up, but don't go looking for trouble."

Lobeling?

Yeah he's just shakes it off. Hardly looks worse for ware. He's wearing what only can be described as the federation's interpretation of his style. A hooded short sleeved shirt, with some of the odd seems ever present in Earth garb. Shadow didn't get the shoulder accents, but oh well.

"Ain't hurt. Just got surprised is all. You look like a Fae." A dark fae, which is worth being wary over.

But then they don't talk like that.

"What's a lobeling?"

"You've never seen a Ferengi before?" It was fair enough. She'd never seen a what he is before. But unusual, on a Federation vessel. Usually they were at least familiar with them. Apparently the Rules of Acquisition were even discussed at the Academy.

"We call our little ones lobeling." At least when they were being good. "Because of the ears." She gestures to her own jewelry bedecked lobes.

"Never heard of a Ferengi before. Never been in space or around..." A pause. No, he has seen aliens before. He just never seems to consider them aliens unless they're Rikti or Kheldians.

"My ears aren't that big." But indeed they are out of proportion, a little bigger considering other lions at his age. Makes him look younger, cuter.

A race of aliens with a thing for ears? That's kinda funny.

"If you're gonna call me a cutesy name," Because he can't stop you, "The term is cub. Like lion cub. Cos' that's what I am."

"So you didn't mean to end up here either." That didn't explain what was going on, but it was another piece of information. That was always important. It was impossible to make sound decisions in the dark.

"Cub it is. Aren't lions Earth animals?" And yet he'd never heard of Ferengi. Even if he'd never left the planet, the Federation was supposed to have schools.

Nope. Far as he could tell only one answer was available and it was sort of a cop out. The space genie did it.

Well how does he know that? He doesn't.

"They are, but it's complicated. Involves some heavy dark magic and the like. Either way I was the result."

"Magic? Not some sort of genetic experiment?" That at least would make sense. That sort of genetic modification might be illegal, but at least it was something she had heard of. And there was no denying that it happened in spite of the laws. THough the cub's clear sentience was surprising.

"Nope. Legit magic. And not the good kind." He perches on the stool, back on his haunches.

"If there's a person named Q here who can transport people from universe to universe..."

"So that's why the uniforms are wrong." Starfleet did seem to attract this sort of strange thing. Nog couldn't explain it. And she had asked.

Alex spotted the woman, and recognized her species from his studies, which 9in and of itself startled him. He had thought Ferengi had some kind of cultural taboo against their women being in public at all! Before he knew it, he was up from his table and moving forward, and gave a smile.

"Hello, ma'am. I'm Alex Rogan. Don't take this the wrong way, but ah, you look new here. By any change did you just find yourself popping in here from somewhere else you were supposed to be?"

Worst case scenario, well, he didn't want to think about that, but most likely, he could get slapped, or something. Best case, he helped another spatial-temporal refugee.

"I'm Ishka." Ferengi might indeed have some sort of cultural taboo, but she clearly doesn't on a personal level. No, she's quite comfortable talking to off worlders.

"It's Federation, but the uniforms are out of date." That's a yes on popping in somewhere she wasn't meant to be. But she knows something, and she wants that to be clear.

"Ah, future visitor, then. Welcome to the Enterprise, 1701-D." He smiled to her. "A being named Q has been responsible for over a year for zapping people here from all over time, space, and reality. He doesn't ask, rarely shows his face, and so far none of us have managed to figure out how we can get people home."

Alex nodded. "But the crew are good about making us all feel at home. After a brief quarantine, for medical reasons, we get quarters, and we're free to move about as long as we stay out of secure areas."

"1701-D. That's Picard's ship." Nog had spent quite a bit of time telling her all about Captain Picard, even if he did prefer Sisko.

She shakes her head. SHe's been hearing stories about Starfleet from Nog. "Why is it always time travel with Starfleet?"

And the biggest concern. "We're not going anywhere near Ferenginar are we?" Because Ferenginar in this era is not a place she is keen to go. She lived that once already thank you very much.

"Yes, Captain Picard is in charge of this ship." Alex arched an eyebrow at her. Curious. She knew some of this history then. Was what she knew square with what was going on? Very curious.

"I think its because Starfleet dares to investigate where most turn away. So sometimes, well, that doesn't work out."

He listened. "Uhm, I'm not sure. We can probably check at a computer panel in the hall?"

"If we're before the reforms, Ferenginar's not a particularly enjoyable place to visit." At least not for the women on board. And from what she knew of Picard's ship, there were a lot of women on board. Women in clothing with responsibilities.

"They managed to run into time travel just taking Nog to the Academy." He wasn't even actually in Starfleet at the time. There was clearly more to Starfleet and time travel and just looking.

"Oh? I haven't heard much about that place yet." He glanced around, then glanced back at her. "This place is a good place to be, most of the time."

Alex nodded. "Seems to happen to a lot of people at the time."

"Ferenginar had a lot of stupid traditions. I've lived through them once and I don't much care to do it again." Who could blame her? She'd worked hard to abolish the worst of them. And she was supposed to be enjoying her retirement.

"There is definitely something about Starfleet." You never heard of Klingon time travellers. And they'd probably leave a mark on history.

"Ah. Yeah, I can understand that. Makes sense to me.' Alex smiled to her. Alex chuckled at her words.

"Starfleet seems to explore and seek out new things, and somehow manages to find it.'

Attacking Klingons were bad.

This was worse.

It was as if they universe had plucked from his mind who would be the absolute worst person to add to his stay here in Federation purgatory. Even Odo wouldn't have been as bad as...

...his mother. In clothes, because of course she would want to make sure she was properly attired to embarrass him.

"Mother," he hissed from behind a bulkhead, crooking a blue-tipped nail at her as she passed by.

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Having been whisked onto an old Federation vessel, Ishka was quickly redefining what she expected. Obviously nothing was proceeding normally, it hadn't taken long to figure that one out.

Still, somehow, this was still a surprise. "Quark? What are you doing on a Federation ship?" Federation space station was one thing, but ship?

If the bartender is who she's looking for, then the least Guinan can do is make herself available.

With individuals arriving from all across the timeline and from every corner of the universe, Guinan has assumed the role of the calm at the center of the storm. She does what she can to offer comfort and direction when possible, or just a listening ear when it's not.

But with the Ferengi? It takes a little extra patience.

She can only hope this one is a little less ... disagreeable.

Ishka opens with a smile, at least. Toothy, but pleasant. She's not trying to antagonize anyone. Now, give her ridiculous rules about what she can and can't do, and that might change.

"You're not in a Federation uniform." Maybe the Federation didn't know how to train a good bartender. It did require a certain set of skills.

"No."

Likewise, Guinan isn't trying to antagonize Ishka. Her reply is polite, and her smile is pleasant, even as her eyes subtly track over her.

"And you're not unclothed."

"And I don't plan to be." Might as well make that perfectly clear here. It would certainly save a lot of time. "From what I know of the Federation no one's going to object here."

Unless they ran into other Ferengi. But she was used to objection from other Ferengi, even now that she has the law on her side.

Guinan's eyes twinkle as her smile grows from something pleasant to something a little more amused.

"I doubt that very much."

She invites Ishka to have a seat at her bar.

"Can I get you anything?"

Other than answers to the questions she assumes Ishka is going to have for her.

"Quark's always talking about something called root beer." She's curious. ANd it seems like something a Federation vessel would have.

"Wouldn't mind an explanation of what's going on here either." Asking nicely. It worked sometimes. It was a good place to start.

[ooc: I apologize for my slowness, RL has been kicking me pretty hard lately. >_< If you're not cool with backtags just say the word!]

Guinan glances down, perhaps to hide that chuckle that's just barely audible.

"Root beer's a good choice."

If her colorful ensemble doesn't please Ishka, perhaps the efficiency with which she's served her drink will. Guinan carefully sets a tallboy down on a cocktail napkin in front of her, root beer fizzing merrily.

"Can I get your name?"

She's not avoiding her question, just working her way up to it.

"He hates that he likes it. That makes it worth trying." A lot of Quark's best qualities were the ones he was reluctant to admit to. He was always a stubborn one, her Quark.

She holds her hands out, palms inward in greeting. "I'm Ishka. And you are?"

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ooc: I hope you don't mind the late tag?

It is never too late for Guinan.

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