if you build it, they will come. hopefully.

[abyssum_invocat]

So. Replicators.

They take some getting used to for a child who's never come across technology even remotely similar before, but after a few wrong turns and a bit of confusion over how what it spat out at her was supposed to be decent clothing Sinthia got the hang of it. Enough, anyway, to order food and drink, and a modest bunch of parts to make something.

A something which, if the instructions are anything to go by--thankfully they're pictograms as well as words, in case the passersby like the mun don't read German--will be a quite pretty little mechanical tellurion.

She's totally interruptable while building this, yes. Periodically she needs breaks.

[Ten Forward] Arrival

[withcompassion]

Kathryn’s arrival in Ten Forward was another one of those swift and quiet ones. Quite frankly, it had even taken her a few seconds to realize that something had switched right out of alignment here.

It had already been several weeks since she had brought her crew and ship back home to earth and she was seated in one of the smaller mess halls at Starfleet Headquarters. Happy reunions had been celebrated, some time to recover and adjust had been granted, but eventually she had been called back in to wrap up her fair share of logs and loose ends. Not without some sighing over a scattered mess of data padds either – that part of the job had never been quite her thing if she was really honest.

“With all due respect, Admiral,” she mused and offered her current lunch company a wry smile. One hand reached up to try and rub the tiredness out of her features before she allowed herself to close her eyes for a brief moment. “Part of this makes me want to go back and fight the Borg all over again instead.” Or maybe that just seemed like a piece of cake to her right now anyway, compared to vividly reliving some of the harder moments of her journey during the past seven years.

But one sadly didn’t make Captain on action and heroics alone. Cue a soft sigh on her end as she reached for her discarded coffee mug to add a sip or two to her caffeine reserves.

Except that was definitely not her mug.

And whatever she had just taken a gulp from, she realized when her face instantly slipped into a grimace, was definitely not coffee.

Neither was it Admiral Owen Paris she found seated across from her when her gaze snapped up in surprise and confusion.

[Locked to Picard] Hailing frequencies open

[empathic_pathfinder]

The more Terzen looked into it, the more obvious it was.

He was sat in his assigned quarters, almost a day since appearing here, going over what computer access the crew of the Enterprise had given him, looking, hunting for something to explain away all of this...

...But it didn't. All it did was confirm what he already knew, and that was very worrying.

Reaching for the comm panel on the desk, Terzen activates the internal circuits.

"Commander T'Karr to Bridge. I'd like to speak with Captain Picard as soon as he is available, please."

There was something the Captain needed to be aware of. As soon as possible.

First entrance

[whatyergoodat]

Sundance is a man of few, but very specific skills. For instance, he can shoot out the eye of a sparrow from a hundred paces away, tag a hole in the center of a tossed card before it hits the ground, and outdraw just about anyone he's ever met. He's never minded being less good at other things: a man ought to do what he can, and leave the rest to someone else, is what he thinks.

So, like anyone would, when he finds himself suddenly in a softly-lit, elegant saloon with pinpricked stars floating outside the wide windows and no one he knows, he plays to his strengths. Not, this time, his speed on the draw -- nope. The other thing Sundance is skilled at is finding a drink just about any damn where he might find himself, which is why he wastes no time on questions he can't answer, and finds a barstool to slouch on and something approximating bourbon to nurse.

One thing at a time.