re-intro because canon update - In Ten Forward
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paroxysmenThe Enterprise. Just as it had been when she herself was here, years ago. The shock of the change in setting melts away almost instantly, as she rises from the chair she was seated in, and spins slowly, measuring every detail of Ten Forward against her perfect memory. It's all exactly as it was before she died. But how?
Her mind reels through thousands of possibilities in fractions of a second. Some are more likely than others, but of course, she'd much rather find out through interaction than probability. It would be more fun that way.
Quickly, she moves to the bar, and then behind it. Disregarding the fact that it may be wrong of her to do as she pleases, being nearly a stranger now on a Federation ship, she begins mixing a drink. All of the bottles are just where they were in her last days aboard this particular ship, and she finds everything she needs without a thought. All of her concentration is poured into the glass before her.
"Excuse me, everyone!" She announces loudly to all the patrons, setting aside the bottle in hand, and making a sweeping motion to the glass in front of her. "Would anyone like a drink? It is the favorite of a dear friend, and a drink that my own dear father taught me to mix-- In the traditional style. I'd be honored to share this drink with all of you."
Her short speech finished, she smiles and taps the edge of the glass, causing the Samarian Sunset to produce its trademark swirl of golden coloring.
Her mind reels through thousands of possibilities in fractions of a second. Some are more likely than others, but of course, she'd much rather find out through interaction than probability. It would be more fun that way.
Quickly, she moves to the bar, and then behind it. Disregarding the fact that it may be wrong of her to do as she pleases, being nearly a stranger now on a Federation ship, she begins mixing a drink. All of the bottles are just where they were in her last days aboard this particular ship, and she finds everything she needs without a thought. All of her concentration is poured into the glass before her.
"Excuse me, everyone!" She announces loudly to all the patrons, setting aside the bottle in hand, and making a sweeping motion to the glass in front of her. "Would anyone like a drink? It is the favorite of a dear friend, and a drink that my own dear father taught me to mix-- In the traditional style. I'd be honored to share this drink with all of you."
Her short speech finished, she smiles and taps the edge of the glass, causing the Samarian Sunset to produce its trademark swirl of golden coloring.
