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[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.

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[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.