wake me up when it's all over (open)

[rejoined]

The last thing Jadzia expected after her wedding was to get whisked off somewhere. Well, no, she expected the Chief and Julian to play their part and "attack" the happy couple, but she definitely didn't expect to open her eyes after the first volley to find herself somewhere else entirely. She blinks warily. Usually, when this happens nothing good comes of it. Or, well, okay getting tossed back to the Kirk's timeline had been fun, even if they were trying to save him from a tribble-bomb. She could have done without getting stuck in 2024 though.

So here she is, walking the hallways cautiously. She's already asked the computer to tell her what ship this is and the answer was most definitely not comforting. Eventually, she ends up in Ten Forward, where she knows she'll find someone happy to give her answers. At least she'll be gathering attention very quickly with what she's wearing.

Little does she know her Klingon wedding dress might garner even more attention than she expects.

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[asklepian]

It certainly draws the attention of a certain doctor, who immediately leaps to his feet with a bright smile and a happy shout--everyone looks at him sidelong but he quite simply doesn't care.

"Jadzia!"

It's not quite the attack from him she'd been expecting, but he does quite rapidly close the distance between them, PADD and tea quite forgotten on the table, and hugs her with no small amount of enthusiasm.

[rejoined]

That was, admittedly, hardly the reaction Jadzia had been expecting. She'd expected Julian's tired and bleary face or for him to start attacking her like the wedding was still going on. But a hug? Right now? That wasn't in the cards.

So she blinks, understandably caught off guard. Still, she'll take the hug and she returns it. Julian is still her friend. Always will be.

"Hi to you, too, Julian. I thought you'd still be dressed and acting for the wedding. What's this about?"

[asklepian]

He's been very well rested these last few months, thank you. No thanks to Worf. Though since Worf doesn't know who he is, at least not since that one time where he was briefly pulled back from their timeline...oh, it was enough to give most people a headache. Julian tended to try not thinking about it. With limited success.

His mind's kicked into gear now, though, an endless prattling at the back of his head--what about Ezri, oh bloody hell I hope she doesn't walk in right now...or Worf, how am I supposed to explain that, this is all complicated and difficult and why now.

He ignores it. He's good at that.

"It's been months, Jadzia. Erm. Not for you, obviously. But there's multiple timelines meeting here, and it's all going to get rather complicated rather quickly. Come on."

He tugs her back over towards the table he vacated in his enthusiasm, a bit preoccupied with his haywire thoughts, he goes to the replicator and gets her a raktajino.

"Short version first: Q." That's about enough of a beginning to be getting on with.

[rejoined]

The fact that Julian has a lot to explain to her, so much that he's practically stumbling over his well-manicured words, makes her wonder what exactly is going on. She decides to just nod, lips pursed and brow furrowed as she follows him up to his table. Smoothing her dress under her, she takes a seat, feeling a little too fancy for this meeting.

Finally.

"Just how complicated are we talking?" she asks, before his answer actually sinks in. "Wait Q is responsible? What did he do this time, take all of us back in time? I've already figured out that we're on the wrong Enterprise and in the wrong time, but what's actually going on?"

[orions_shadow]

Is that a space princess?

Jadzia rolls right into the bar several of the fleeties's heads turning to look at her in confusion. A stranger wearing odd clothes, at least, seemed to invoke a strange feeling in the room. Shadow meanwhile was just staring at her with confusion.

"This place is weird." He states, then nursing the vanilla flavored drink he'd been given. Virgin of course, but it tasted alright.

[rejoined]

Jadzia is close enough to hear that and she frowns as she glances around the room. "I'll drink to that," she says, unsure exactly where the words came from, but agreeing nonetheless. "And hey, Mysterious Voice, can you lead me to Captain Sisko?"

[orions_shadow]

"Is that his name?" He asked, rising to his two feet and looking at the woman straight on.

He resembles a caitian, but his face, ears, arms and legs were all wrong.

"Because some comic space genie named Q kidnapped everyone who're not part of this crew. I sure ain't."

[rejoined]

"Probably not the captain here," Dax admits, her brain going a kilometer a minute as she considers her options. "But if he is here, I'd like to see him."

Benjamin could at least be a sane voice in all of this. He wouldn't try to trick her like--

"Q? Oh that explains a lot."

[just_dewitt]

Booker was sitting in Ten Forward, sipping a strong beer from some planet he couldn't pronounce because of high pitched noises being involved and eating chicken fingers when he spotted her coming in. Her face meant nothing to him, but her dress... wasn't that Klingon garb? Ever since the attack, he had done his best to learn more about them, and that looked like, well... something right off of their homeworld!

But why would a... wait, was she a Trill? he remembered, then, a fragment of a conversation about Ezri, and her previous hosts, including one named Jadzia, who... oh no. This was... oh boy.

Booker stared, then shook his head. Things were getting interesting, for sure.

With a chuckle, he rose, then made his way toward her.

"Excuse me, miss, are you Jadzia Dax?"

[rejoined]

Jadzia turns towards the voice, looking over the man stepping closer. Dax doesn't recognize him at all, so Jadzia can't imagine how he might know her. Unless he's somehow heard of her reputation, but given this is the Enterprise-D...

She's just going to blame time travel right now. Details forthcoming.

"That's me," she answers with a smile, as though nothing is wrong at all. "I'm sorry, but... I don't recognize you."

[just_dewitt]

"That's okay. We haven't met. Yet. " Time travel gave him headaches. "I know a future... version of you. Sort of." He winced. That was a hard thing to talk about he knew.

"Has anyone explained what the hell is going on this this fucking place to you, yet?"

[rejoined]

Oh goodie. More time travel. He could be referencing knowing Jadzia in the future. Or he could be referencing knowing a future Dax. One holds better promise than the other for Jadzia. Her eyes narrow and her brow furrows slightly.

"I like to have as many versions as I can in a situation like this. I've heard something about Q. Can you tell me anything else?"

Later, she'll ask about that future self. Right now? She has other things to worry about.

[pronounsarehard]

The Trill honestly wasn't sure if she wanted to burst into tears or throw up all over Ten Forward. Maybe both at once. She remembered Jadzia's wedding perfectly. The feel of the dress. Hell, the feel of the Miles and Julian ceremoniously attacking them. And she wasn't ready to deal with this. Ezri didn't think she would ever be ready.

Feeling more queasy than sad she steadied herself, put a hand on her stomach and tried not to think about horrible things. Like Torias' ship exploding. Jadzia dying. Worf.

Why did she have to get up this morning? Maybe today could just rewind and she could do it all over again. Except this time she'd hide in her quarters and never come out. That was an acceptable solution wasn't it? But not exactly a psychologically stable one.

Ezri bit her lip, trying to figure out if she had time to run to sickbay before the contents of her stomach upended all over the floor.

Or worse. Jadzia.

[rejoined]

If Jadzia knew a) that this is Dax's future self and b) that said future self is currently trying not to throw up all over her, she would be very grateful and very understanding. As it is, all she has to go off of is that this is another Trill. A slight frown creases her face as she turns and spots her fellow. This is someone she doesn't know, but someone else she won't have to keep too much of a secret with.

That can wait, though. The girl looks like she's close to panic.

Hesitating for only a moment, Jadzia decides to make her way over, wedding dress and all. "Hey, are you okay?" she asks kindly.

[pronounsarehard]

"No, not really." Ezri answers, without really thinking about it. And then wished she could take it back. Wished she could just flee out of the room and hide somewhere where Jadzia wouldn't think to look for her. When that didn't seem like a good option, Ezri looked around to see if there was someone she could pull into change the subject. Or hide behind. Julian. T'Karr. Hell she'd even take this universe's Worf.

"Oh, I don't know what to do. I was never really prepared for a situation like this. Well, never really prepared for joining either. But that's a completely different story. One I should probably tell you. Maybe. Sort of. Okay, maybe not all of it. There are some pieces I probably shouldn't tell you. They don't really go over things like this at the Academy-- beyond time travel bad."

Ezri fidgeted, biting and picking at her nails, almost reminiscent of Tobin.

"You know what? I should just go. Forget I was here. But if you happen to see Julian, tell him I'll be in sickbay. Hyperventilating."

[rejoined]

Dax's future self hiding behind the past's version of Worf to avoid the Dax stuck between their timelines would certainly up the ante on the awkward.

The woman is a whirlwind. It takes Jadzia both herself and Dax to figure out what's going on here. Something about being unprepared for Joining -- who lets someone be Joined if they aren't ready? -- and the situation being uncomfortable. What situation? And a story that she should tell Jadzia? But obviously doesn't want to.

Okay. Start from the beginning.

"Hold on," Jadzia protests, taking a step forward and trying to be the ambassador Curzon used to be. Or the good politician Lela was. Whichever. "Let's walk to sickbay together. You're obviously upset about something and it has something to do with me. Obviously you know me, but I don't know you. So the question is... how?"

Dax can't decide if she's worried or concerned. Or suspicious. Probably all three.

[original_fine]

Jim is not a crass man. He may have a somewhat undeserved reputation as a ladies' man, but he does not ogle. However, it's difficult to ignore the lady in red who's just arrived.

He can tell she's new--he's been there recently enough. So at some point where she seems overwhelmed Jim comes forward with a glass of non-synthehol Scotch.

"Excuse me," he says to anyone nearby. "But this one's on me." He hands the glass to the woman, smiles with commanding charm to the group. When they disperse (he feels a little bad, but not very), he smiles apologetically at the woman. "I had a bit of a time when I first got here, if not for the same reason," he says. He nods at the glass. "It's real scotch, if you want it. And if you like, I'll just smile and nod here until you're done."

[rejoined]

Dax doesn't need an introduction to this man. She knows him on sight. The knowledge that James T. Kirk is here on this ship, too, brings back a flood of memories. She remembers living in his time, remembers almost meeting him, wanting to meet him. She'd practically begged Benjamin to let her talk to him. Benjamin had said no.

And then he'd gone and done it himself. Meanie.

Still, Dax has to hold back the knowing smile that wants to creep across her face. Instead Jadzia offers a grateful one. Even if Scotch isn't her thing, she'll accept the gift anyway.

"Thank you. I'm guessing being out of time and place is pretty common here." He might not recognize her as Starfleet right not, but it will become apparent soon enough, she's sure. "I don't mind company. It's better than being alone, especially if it comes with a friendly face."

[original_fine]

Jim inclines his head at her acknowledgement, and sits. "All too common, I'm afraid," he says. "Though I will say, not everyone makes the entrance you do." He's not familiar with the fashion but it's reminiscent of some of the uniforms he saw during the Klingon incursion. He holds out his hand. "Jim Kirk, USS Enterprise. Well, one of them."

[empathic_pathfinder]

Terzen lifts his head from the PADD containing his latest shift report, frowning as he senses something... someone... walk into Ten Forward. It's familiar, but not.

...And his eyes fall on the Trill in the Klingon wedding dress. Well. That answers that. He stands, moving over.

"Seems you were interrupted during something important." He remarks, smiling.

[rejoined]

Jadzia doesn't recognize the man, Dax doesn't on sight, but she offers a smile as she looks him up and down, trying to figure out what's familiar about him.

"Just a little," she admits. "It's kind of a downer to be taken from my own wedding, even without the part where I don't remember how I was taken." And coming from someone with seven lifetimes of memory, not being able to remember something doesn't sit well. "You wouldn't happen to know where Worf is, would you?"

[empathic_pathfinder]

"Lieutenant Worf? He should be in his quarters about now." He then pauses. "He... may not recognise you, however." This is added with a bit of an apologetic tone.

Things are also starting to click into place; Klingon wedding dress, asking where the only Klingon Starfleet Officer is... Of course, Terzen won't bring any of that up...

"Unfortunately, you're a guest on the Enterprise-D, courtesy of Q."

[the_tailor_spy]

Now this is a surprise. A frankly very good one, though he'd never admit it. And surprise is something he feels...very rarely. But yes. Something good, in this dismal place.

"Why..." he says, honestly stuck for words. There's a long moment where he just looks, mouth open, then shuts it.

Finally: "Lieutenant. A...distinct pleasure to see you again."

[rejoined]

While Jadzia has already gotten the run down about Q and the timeline issues from Julian, she doesn't yet know about her future. Not really anyway. So when Garak stops to stare at her, she thinks it's because he doesn't understand why she's dressed as she is.

"Nice to see you, too, Garak," she teases with a grin. "You look like you've seen a ghost." If only she knew. "Did you expect me to come here in uniform, too?"

[the_tailor_spy]

Nor would he be the one to tell her. Though he felt he owed her - well, at least Ezri. He'd never much gotten to know Jadzia - to do what he could to make sure it didn't come to pass here.

If that meant strangling Dukat the moment his slimey trail appeared on deck, well. So much the better.

But he still had to take a moment, and then he covered quickly.

"I hardly expected to see you again in a Klingon wedding dress! I was, after all, not precisely an invited guest." He said it without malice, smiling.

"Still, I believe that garment looks far better on you than on most Klingon brides. Not that I've seen many. Still, Mr. Worf is an exceedingly lucky Klingon."

A little bit of flattery, expertly applied - right out in the open, in this case, where it could be appreciated - never hurt.