(no subject)

[daughterofthefifth]

In her capacity as diplomatic envoy for the Betazoid government, Lwaxana Troi had travelled from one end of the Alpha Quadrant to the other. The sight of an unfamiliar starfield outside the nearest viewport was not unsettling to her. But here on this station, if she thought about it for too long, the knowledge that she might be seeing constellations that were completely uncharted by any entity she had ever come in contact with—

Well, that was worth glossing over.

So as she sat at the small table on the observation deck, she gazed out at the stars with only a passing interest. It had taken a bit of concentration not to concentrate on finding familiar star patterns, but once attained, maintaining a detached view of things was not too difficult. Since she was simultaneously attempting to ignore her discomfort at having to present herself in these rags--with her own hair!-- Lwaxana began to regret arriving so early to meet the young Vulcan, and started wishing for someone else to distract her.

Comments

[daughterofthefifth]

"Free to interact with people from all walks of existence!" She crowed. "But why would it change the gender of your King Arthur? Earth kings are usually male, aren't they?"

Lwaxana shook her head over her empty mug. "It's more likely a test of our diplomatic and social skills while being deprived of the trappings of a civilized gathering. Plain clothes, unreliable food--how is anyone supposed to make the proper impression?"

[shepard]

The thought never even really occurred to Shepard until Lwaxana mentioned it. She had been hopeful that Quarantine process had rid the ship of any dangerous contagions. But it was entirely possible that wasn't the case.

Shepard does her best to shrug off her worry with a question. "You're a telepath?" she asks, brow raised.

[daughterofthefifth]

"I am-- or was, anyway," Lwaxana frowned. "I don't know what it is about this place, but the best I can manage here is some strong empathy. My daughter is half-human. This must be what she feels like around non-Betazoids all the time! Poor little one. It's quite crippling! Like being surrounded by Ferengi."

[optimisticnarcissistic]

"They are!" he agreed readily, leaning in for emphasis. Lwaxana, at least, understood why it seemed a little out of the ordinary to him-- and thus, fascinating, though he couldn't be certain she felt the same way about it. "Well, they are if they're from our universe, in any case. But it could be that Arturia is actually from some other, parallel universe. We already know of the mirror universe, back home; there are theories of infinite universes, all caused by the tiniest differences in how something went, one way or another. The more people I meet here, the more it seems that we're being pulled from entirely different universes altogether!"

As for making the proper impression-- he winces, shrugging. "I'm-- really not sure. But I'm certain you're handling yourself with more poise and grace than most of us, Ambassador." He genuinely respects Lwaxana's poise in most situations. Never mind that the last time they'd met had been...a little stranger than usual for everyone involved.

[daughterofthefifth]

"Well," she opined, with plenty of emphasis. Lwaxana leaned back in her chair, lips pursed as she considered. "Of course, I know all about the mirror universe your Starfleet keeps running into--but why would this one place be able to touch so many different universes while ours only parallels the one?

"Our universe is beginning to seem quite inferior!" She laughed.

so sorry for the delay!

[optimisticnarcissistic]

"I'm honestly not certain," he sighed, looking a little put out that he couldn't figure it; but just as soon, he shrugged it away, laughing at her observation. "Well, at least this station isn't Cardassian, that's true!"

(I forgive if you do!)

[daughterofthefifth]

"At least with a Cardassian station, you would know what to expect from the replicators!" she sighed. "I suppose we are meant to be grateful there are replicators at all."

It wasn't that Lwaxana Troi could not cook, it was just that she so rarely did these days. It was substantially less satisfying when you weren't doing so to impress the love of one's life.