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[pronounsarehard]

"Oh, shut up Joran."

Ezri mumbled to herself. He had never been this vocal before, well, before the Rite of Emergence. Which wasn't a mistake. He did help her catch the killer, not that Benjamin or the others would ever know. That would not be a fun conversation. 'Why no, Ben, I didn't use what I learned in Forensic Psychology, I just used Joran.' It would go so well. But now? Now she had to be vigilant. Ezri wouldn't be able to bury his personality as deeply as Curzon or Jadzia. And Ezri didn't have training in the first place. She didn't want to accidentally almost stab someone with a butter knife again. Talk about embarrassing. Benjamin hadn't been exactly understanding when that happened. Thank goodness Odo had come along, and taken the knife out of her hand before something really bad had happened.

Ezri had intended to take a walk along the Promenade, clear her head. That was until she wasn't in the Promenade anymore. She was in a bar. And it wasn't Quark's. It was....Ezri took a few steps toward a console. The U.S.S. Enterprise? Oh and they were at warp. The Trill put a hand on her stomach and another on her temple trying to fight back the wave of nausea and flashes of Torias' shuttle accident. Dying. Crashing. Oh no.

"Okay Ezri, you can figure this out. Just start by not barfing all over the security guard eating his lunch. He wouldn't appreciate that at all."

Ezri talked to herself.

"One. Wormhole aliens? Two. Spacial phenomenon? Three. I could just be going nuts. That's my clinical assessment of myself."

Ezri closed her eyes, trying to sort through eight other lifetimes of memories to remember if anyone served or visited the Enterprise D. That was....Curzon or Jadzia's time? Maybe she was just hallucinating memories. Did that happen? Maybe she should qualify that. Did that happen to her? It probably didn't happen to another other Joined Trill. That's Ezri, nothing easy for Ezri.

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[goldencobra]

Henry had been sitting in Ten Forward for the first time in three weeks when he saw the woman with spots around her head talking to herself. He watched her for a moment before grabbing his bag and heading towards her, speaking once he got close enough so she hopefully didn't get a fright.

"Hey. You okay?"

[pronounsarehard]

Now if they had been on Deep Space Nine, the sight of a small child, a civilian, wouldn't have alarmed her. But here? The Enterprise wasn't exactly a passenger ship. Ezri thought about crouching down to his level but thought against it when she felt another lurch.

"Warp just makes me a little queasy. Actually space in general makes me queasy. I know, I know, aren't I a great Starfleet officer?" Maybe she could as Captain Picard to slow down.

"I'm Counselor....." Well if this really was the Enterprise and not a hallucination, what did she say? Did she say Dax? "I'm Ezri. Do you know what happened?"

[goldencobra]

Henry smiled. At least she wasn't asking about his family situation.

"I'm Henry." He also had the same name issue, not wanting to be related to the man who looked like his father. "And I'm not sure I like warp too much myself." It wasn't bad but maybe it would make Ezri feel better to know she wasn't the only one.

"Apparently there's a guy called Q having fun with time and space. I'm guessing you're not originally from the Enterprise?"

[pronounsarehard]

"Q." And she didn't see Ben around to sock the guy. Maybe when the ship slowed down from warp and she was feeling a bit more Curzon-ish, Ezri would go give Q a piece of her mind. He could have all eight.

"Hi Henry. Where are you from originally? I'm from a station in the Bajoran sector." Although technically where was she now? What was Dax doing right now?

[goldencobra]

"Storybrooke, Maine." He paused, then continued. "That's on Earth. Or it was in my time. Year 2011." Having been here a few months now, he knew what to say and how to say it.

"Bajoran sector. I've read about that. There's a space station which seems to have different names depending on who you ask but I think it's called Terok Nor in this time period." Yup. Henry's a studious one.

[kepthimhuman]

"You're not going nuts." He supposes he can't really say for sure, of course, not being a doctor or anything, but he knows how disorienting it is to show up here when you're not expecting it. "Not about this, anyway."

[pronounsarehard]

"Well that's good. I was a little afraid I'd have to commit myself." Ezri gave a small laugh at her own expense. "So, I'm not hallucinating. But it could be wormhole aliens." This obviously wasn't her time period. The uniforms were 2350, 2360 maybe? Ezri's uniform was similar, with grey shoulders, and a blue colored undershirt, as well as Lieutenant, junior grade rank pips.

[kepthimhuman]

"I suppose it could. I don't really know anything about wormholes, or aliens." The uniform doesn't mean much to him, not being from around here, but he does notice that it appears slightly different from the others he's seen on board. "Apparently it's got something to do with someone called Q."

[pronounsarehard]

"Q." Ugh. Fabulous.She'd had the opportunity to meet the man when she was Jadzia. When Dax was Jadzia. This was so complicated. Anyway, meeting Q hadn't been fun. But she didn't remember this happening in the history books. So were they rewriting history? She had to see the Captain. This was different than the other times they had gone back in history. The time line had already been corrupted.

"This is bad. This is really, really bad."

For Picard

[pronounsarehard]

Ezri tapped her comm badge before remembering it was still connected to DS9. "Dax to Captain Picard." No response. Shaking her head, Ezri went to a computer console and requested to be put through to Captain Picard, at his convenience. She paused, wondering how she was going to introduce herself.

"This is Lieutenant Ezri Tigan." They could get into the Dax part of it someplace private. If she didn't mess up and introduce herself as Curzon or Audrid Dax.

[empathic_pathfinder]

Terzen is sitting at a table, by himself, idly stirring tea, before something intrudes on his thoughts. Something familiar, yet different, and... confused.

He looks up, looking around, wincing slightly at the sudden feeling of nausea. He finds the source.

He stands, walking over.

"Excuse me, Lieutenant?" He's noting the different uniform. Another victim of Q's. "Are you alright?"

[pronounsarehard]

"Well. I guess that depends on how you view things. I'm not where I'm supposed to be. I'm not who I'm supposed to be. And I think I might throw up on your shoes if the Captain doesn't pull the starship over." Ezri gave Terzen a vaguely nauseated smile.

"I'm Counselor..." She stopped. Could she? Could she just introduce herself as Dax here? This was Curzon's time. Giving a scoff of frustration, Ezri started over. "I"m Ezri."

[empathic_pathfinder]

A slight frown, there. He senses her confusion about her own name, but decides not to bring it up. She was Trill, there could be a very good reason.

"Terzen." He offers, smiling slightly. "And I think you should sit down." He suggests, motioning towards his table. "I can get you some Jestral tea, it's good at calming the nerves."

[pronounsarehard]

"Sitting down's probably a good idea right about now." Ezri took the few short steps to Terzen's table and sat down, glad to be motionless even if it didn't feel that way. She was silent for a bit, as if going through memories, trying to figure out why his name sounded familiar. "Terzen. Terzen. Are you the Terzen that joined with T'Karr?" There were very few half Betazoid Trills named Terzen after all.

[dreams_dont_die]

Dylan's been sitting in the lounge for a couple of hours, pausing only long enough from reading one of the books Julian gave him to refresh his drink, currently a cup of coffee. He hates being stuck here with nothing to do. Reading up on the history of the Federation is hardly Dylan's usual way of taking action about a situation, but it is the only practical thing he can think of to do.

So that's what he's doing. He doesn't notice the young woman standing at the computer console at first, but the way she's talking to herself kind of draws his attention. Not just the talking to herself, but what she's saying. That sounds like somebody who's just arrived here and is trying to work out just what's happened to them.

"Spatial-temporal phenomenon," Dylan offers, turning around to look for her. He sets down the PADD and pushes back his chair, long legs unfolding as he stands.

"In my world, we'd call it a tesseract."

[pronounsarehard]

Ezri turned to the nice, polite guy in the strange uniform. It wasn't that he looked out of place, it was that she didn't recognize the uniform. Maybe he had just come from the holodeck and that uniform was the equivilent of Miles and Julian's viking programs. Or the spy one. She gave a little laugh at the thought, remembering.

"In my world, we call it rude." Dax went over to the replicator to order a cup of Tarkalean tea, hoping it would settle her stomach, and sat down next to the man. Didn't anyone else feel that?

"I take it you're going to tell me my diagnosis is incorrect? I'm not stark raving mad?"

[dreams_dont_die]

"Yeah. We call it that too."

Some days, it seems like a hell of a long time ago he'd stood in Command while the Than shot up his ship and complained that it would have been nice to meet somebody in space with some manners. The same definitely applies to Q. Hell, the Than at least had a good reason that they'd figured out in the end, while Q has no good reason anyone's been able to find for what he's doing.

The woman seems quite at ease with the Enterprise and its technology; unsurprising, because though she's just arrived here, he recognizes a Starfleet uniform. Not the one current in this time, but the one he's seen Julian wearing, down to the color denoting science or medical staff.

When she comes over to him and settles down with the cup she's got herself, he returns to his seat, eying her collar before he speaks again. Two pips, one of then hollowed in the centre.

"If you're basing your diagnosis on suddenly being aboard the Enterprise in what seems to be your own past, then no, Lieutenant, you're not."

Though he can hardly blame her for thinking she is. He'd thought the same when parts of the past started showing up on the Andromeda, had thought the strain of the past year and a bit had finally gotten to him. That was no more the case now than it is for the young Lieutenant, junior grade, sitting next to him.

"Though I ... don't deny you have reason for thinking you are."

[pronounsarehard]

"So which one was it then?" Ezri gave Dylan a smile and a wink. " Rude wormhole aliens? Spatial-Temporal phenomenon?" Taking a sip of her tea, she looked Dylan over, still not understanding that he was from a completely different universe, not just another world possibly outside Federation territory. She reached out to offer him her hand.

"I'm Ezri. Counselor Ezri Dax. You don't happen to know what year it is, do you, or what system we're in?----I'm sorry, I don't know you're rank. The costume is brilliant though. What holodeck program were you running?"

Ezri was taking this all in stride. This wasn't Dax's first pass through a temporal event, but it was Ezri's. She memories, feelings, urges that weren't her own--like that memory of Jadzia trying to get Ben to let her visit Doctor McCoy on the original Enterprise. It wasn't like he would have recognized her in Jadzia's body! It would have been so much fun to see him again. With his clothes on. He had become such a historic figure, and she'd like to think Emony Dax has a little something to do with that.

[ltcolonel]

"I went with three when I turned up here." John is sitting with his legs stretched out underneath a table. "But unless we're all insane here, it's option four." He rocks up and gets to his feet to come and introduce himself properly.

"You got kidnapped."

[pronounsarehard]

"Kidnapping was under 'wormhole aliens'." Ezri nodded. "There was a sub-menu." Let it never be said that Dax didn't use humor to lighten the mood. "I don't suppose I could get un-kidnapped? I'm not that interesting really." Trying her best to take in everything and not panic and burst into tears (thanks a lot Emony), Ezri went over to the replicator and ordered a mug of peppermint tea, so at least she had something to sip and keep her mouth semi-occupied. Maybe then she wouldn't ramble so much.

[ltcolonel]

"Does space fishing with worms come under that menu you too?" John does love the odd terrible joke, especially when there is no good news to deliver. "Unfortunately I haven't found a reset button or an un-kidnap menu," he adds as he leans back against the wall. His body language says he's definitely not a threat.

"I've been here a month already."

[unkindness]

Seven's hearing is rather more acute than the average Human's, more than enough to hear all of the new arrival's muttering--she's wearing a uniform similar in style to the Starfleet ones all around, and the badge was certainly familiar. Seven was wearing one in the same style.

She hadn't yet encountered any Starfleet officers that spoke to themselves this much, and she also had...problems with non-verbal cues, such as staring, that the crew of Voyager was used to with her, but the crew of the Enterprise was not. And so her eyes are drilling holes into Ezri from where she's sitting alone across Ten Forward with her plate of sad-looking steamed vegetables, trying to figure her out.

Trill. Starfleet. Inconclusive as to whether or not she was Joined. From a contemporary timeline to Seven's own, or further ahead--she assumed. That was perhaps the Human propensity for wishful thinking coming out.

She wasn't socially aware enough to realize that she's staring in a intensely uncomfortable way for anyone who's the target of her scrutiny.

[pronounsarehard]

Ezri looked around, tried to do anything but look at the eyes staring at her. The woman with the implants. Borg? She was obviously Starfleet, or had some kind of affiliation, based on the uniform and the commbadge. A commbadge Ezri had no doubt was as non-functional as hers at the moment.

Dax took a seat opposite the other woman. She'd normally ask, but based on the eyes drilling into her Ezri was willing to hedge a bet that the woman was interested in talking.

"Not liking your steamed vegetables?" Ezri asked pointedly. "I'm Ezri. And you know, in some cultures, starings a bit rude. You could just say hi. I don't bite." She almost said she promised but, based on her control over her previous hosts she couldn't. Jadzia bit. Sure, it was usually Worf, but, you never knew.

[unkindness]

The commbadge at least, Seven still didn't wear a uniform, persay. She wasn't actually Starfleet and couldn't see herself truly being.

Seven's actually startled a bit by Ezri sliding into the seat across from her--she'd been watching, she hadn't expected to be approached, much less confronted. She blinks a few times, as if she hadn't really thought about it before. She doesn't mean to be rude, she's aware that it's an undesirable trait from her lessons with the Doctor, but she knows that she's abrupt and...unused to the subtlety of communication among individuals.

(It didn't help that she was always overthinking it.)

She looks down towards the table, then back up, head tilted slightly. The woman had given a name--Ezri, no last name, which could be because she was concealing it or because she simply didn't want to. It was inconclusive. But it did require a response, and she gives her own shortened name in kind. "I am Seven."

[pronounsarehard]

"You seem as out of place as I am. Let me guess, you were kidnapped too." Ezri abruptly changed subjects, her mind churning out questions and comments at such a pace she almost couldn't keep up. "So, what's wrong with your food?" and she pointed to the plate. "Do I have something in my hair? On my face?"

Dax tried to work out why the woman was staring at her, and why her steamed vegetables were uneaten. If she didn't like them, why order it?