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Sitting in Ten Forward, with a mug of Andorian Cream Tea in front of him is one certain Vorta. He has a PADD in his hand, indulging himself in some classic Cardassian literature from the ship's computer, occasionally pausing to take a sip from the mug. He looks calm, collected and, well, relaxed. A stark contrast, likely, to how most of the ship's compliment are feeling.

He's noticed an increase in smaller beings running around, Children, he assumes, noticing some similarities between them and some of the crew and displaced persons. He's considered the fact that Q had something to do with this, and discarded the idea from his head. It isn't affecting him, and even if people are being turned to children, it still may not affect him.

So, he's going to sit here, engrossed in his book, occasionally looking up to see who may be entering the lounge... He wasn't above imposing himself on others, after all. Who knows what he might learn through idle conversation.

asklepian

Ten Forward was proving to be as popular a gathering place as Quark's, if quieter and much less prone to bar fights involving passing Klingons. It was as good a place as any to get a bite to eat after a shift, and make a conscious attempt not to stare at this timeline's Miles O'Brien because he missed speaking with him.

He'd ordered from the replicator and was just settling in with a book--The Picture of Dorian Grey, on actual paper, borrowed from one of the other crew and obviously well loved and well cared for.

He was intending to have a quiet night with his book, his falafel and tea, and perhaps something slightly stronger to cap it off. Obviously someone has to come in and muck all those plans up.

savagemind

At this hour, Ten Forward is surprisingly quiet. It's never Khan's first choice of locales - the patrons are ever-suspicious of him, and he has little interest in alcohol - but a part of him is feeling rather vindictive. The constant, unflagging security detail dogging his steps is exhausting, and he's taken to little acts of defiance, pushing at the boundaries of what he's permitted to do before he's thrown back into the brig.

Like this. Sprawled across his corner table is a number of PADDs, some displaying calculations, some text. The majority seem to be plans and schematics for various weapons; some are clearly intended for personal use, others to be mounted on starships.

Ships like the one currently rotating above a holoemitter.

The Vengeance is the Enterprise's darker sibling, hulking and brutal and beautiful. Angular where the Enterprise is sleek, armored where her sibling is bereft, the Dreadnought is a ship that is clearly built for war, not peaceful exploration. Despite this, however, there's a stark beauty in her hard lines, and as her architect and creator, Khan can't help but love her.

Which is why, at this moment, he is reviewing her armament, tweaking parameters for a deadlier weapons array. Every once in a while, he glances up to meet the watchful gaze of his security detail and offers them just a hint of challenge in the curve of his lips.

Try and stop him.

voiceofthefounders

It had only taken a few moments after his arrival for Weyoun to notice that things were not the same... Besides not being dead, of course.

His first clue was the people. Human, mostly, wearing a mix of Federation garb. A Starfleet vessel? Definitely a ship, he could hear the engines kept at idle whilst they orbited a planet visible from the windows.

The uniforms were a lot like the ones before the war. A lot more colourful... and none of the Starfleet personnel seemed to be surprised that a Vorta had found his way onto their ship. They had been... Well, mostly polite. Asking if he was alright... Almost as if they were used to this happening.

How odd.

Either way, he assured his new-found companions that he was fine, and that he'd like to speak to the captain of this vessel as soon as possible. After asking a few cursory questions, he discovered he was on the starship USS Enterprise. Not one he'd encountered personally, and that he was... A few years displaced. In the past, no less.

Thanking his new friends, Weyoun decides to take stock of the replicator menu. Might as well sample some of it, after all.

What was it the humans said? When in Rome?

((OOC: If anyone wants to continue their test drive thread from here, feel free to. If not, there's a Vorta in your bar.))

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