hey ezri!b'elanna here! I used to be afraid of warp speed, when I was very young. thats a reasonable fear especially for a child! I'm afraid of my mother. i know how you feel about that, although mine isnt really fear, just an insane mind mumbing infuriation, with her never ending lectures about all things klingon and honourable, and how dishonorable i am. i've not seen her in years, although every now and then i think of her, and her ideals, and sometimes i even wish i was able to embrace my heritage, but it just doesnt work, i inherited the forhead and the bad attitude, nothing else. P.S. What does 'pen pal' mean again a pen pal is a friend (pal) who you write to (pen) you pen letters to them. or so ive been led to believe...
Hey, B'Elanna! I've heard a lot about you--it's great to finally meet you.
Well, yes, I guess warp speed is a reasonable fear for a child--but it's NOT a reasonable fear for a trained Starfleet officer! Especially a Joined Starfleet officer! I wonder what my future hosts are going to think of me. *shakes her head*
listens sympathetically to B'Elanna's comments about her mother
I remember what it was like trying to embrace Klingon ideals when you're not Klingon. Oh, I married a Klingon, did I tell you that? As Jadzia, in my past life, I mean. His name was Worf, and he was VERY traditional. If I wanted to marry him, I had to go through all of these rituals in order to be accepted by his House; we had a traditional Klingon wedding, right down to the last targ sacrifice. Jadzia enjoyed the hell out of it, but I know I wouldn't have. I'm just glad it was her and not me
( ... )
im sure your future hosts will love you! you seem a great person and ive only known you a nanosecond!
when i was younger i hated my half klingon tradition, i hated my forehead ridges, and tried to cover them up at all costs.but now im trying to embrace my heritage-my human half is a little too weak to stomach some of their em culinary delicacies!
Jadzia enjoyed the hell out of it, but I know I wouldn't have. jadzia sounds like a gang-ho kinda gal!
Ezri seems genuinely touched by her words. ...Thank you. That's very sweet of you to say. *smiles*
Why did you hate your ridges? I think they're beautiful. Of course, that's coming from Dax, who has two lifetimes of Klingon-lovin' in her past. But I can understand not being able to stomach the gagh and rokeg blood pie. I remember, Jadzia and Curzon used to love raktajino, so I get the urge to drink it--but I hate it!
*grins* Yeah, she was a gang-ho kinda gal. She was almost Klingon at heart, despite her spots. And she did love a good Klingon blood feud, even if she didn't appreciate all the cutting of oneself and bloodletting.
Ezri stands up from writing her letter, startled, and gives the girl a strange look.
Who are you? What are you doing in my quarters?
she asks curiously, tilting her head to one side and studying the girl. She looks vaguely familiar, but Ezri isn't sure she recognises her. She's also very pretty.
Oh, shut up, Curzon! she thinks with a mental sigh.
Ezri raises an eyebrow, and moves a bit closer to the woman, studying her. She looks human, about Ezri's age or a little older, and very confused. Likely not an immediate threat.
*Have* you been drunk? she asks mildly.
You're on DS9. At the girl's blank expression, she elaborates. A Federation space station.
Who's Zaphod?
...I'm Ezri, by the way, she says as an afterthought.
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I used to be afraid of warp speed, when I was very young.
thats a reasonable fear especially for a child!
I'm afraid of my mother.
i know how you feel about that, although mine isnt really fear, just an insane mind mumbing infuriation, with her never ending lectures about all things klingon and honourable, and how dishonorable i am. i've not seen her in years, although every now and then i think of her, and her ideals, and sometimes i even wish i was able to embrace my heritage, but it just doesnt work, i inherited the forhead and the bad attitude, nothing else.
P.S. What does 'pen pal' mean again
a pen pal is a friend (pal) who you write to (pen) you pen letters to them. or so ive been led to believe...
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Well, yes, I guess warp speed is a reasonable fear for a child--but it's NOT a reasonable fear for a trained Starfleet officer! Especially a Joined Starfleet officer! I wonder what my future hosts are going to think of me. *shakes her head*
listens sympathetically to B'Elanna's comments about her mother
I remember what it was like trying to embrace Klingon ideals when you're not Klingon. Oh, I married a Klingon, did I tell you that? As Jadzia, in my past life, I mean. His name was Worf, and he was VERY traditional. If I wanted to marry him, I had to go through all of these rituals in order to be accepted by his House; we had a traditional Klingon wedding, right down to the last targ sacrifice. Jadzia enjoyed the hell out of it, but I know I wouldn't have. I'm just glad it was her and not me ( ... )
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when i was younger i hated my half klingon tradition, i hated my forehead ridges, and tried to cover them up at all costs.but now im trying to embrace my heritage-my human half is a little too weak to stomach some of their em culinary delicacies!
Jadzia enjoyed the hell out of it, but I know I wouldn't have.
jadzia sounds like a gang-ho kinda gal!
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Why did you hate your ridges? I think they're beautiful. Of course, that's coming from Dax, who has two lifetimes of Klingon-lovin' in her past. But I can understand not being able to stomach the gagh and rokeg blood pie. I remember, Jadzia and Curzon used to love raktajino, so I get the urge to drink it--but I hate it!
*grins* Yeah, she was a gang-ho kinda gal. She was almost Klingon at heart, despite her spots. And she did love a good Klingon blood feud, even if she didn't appreciate all the cutting of oneself and bloodletting.
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Holy Zarquon, what did the Improbability Drive do this time?
Er, where am I? I don't think I took another undirected matter transport....
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Who are you? What are you doing in my quarters?
she asks curiously, tilting her head to one side and studying the girl. She looks vaguely familiar, but Ezri isn't sure she recognises her. She's also very pretty.
Oh, shut up, Curzon! she thinks with a mental sigh.
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Trillian blinks. Ezri's greeting is much a more coherent and nonthreatening of a response than she's used to getting. She wobbles to her feet.
I'm Trillian. I feel like I've been drunk.
Where's here and why am I here?
She looks to Ezri as if Ezri had something to do with this and therefore ought to know what is going on.
Where's Zaphod?
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*Have* you been drunk? she asks mildly.
You're on DS9. At the girl's blank expression, she elaborates. A Federation space station.
Who's Zaphod?
...I'm Ezri, by the way, she says as an afterthought.
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