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riverviewlogs2017-10-13 08:30 pm
namednothing) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-10-13 08:30 pm
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who: Odo & OPEN
what: Checking out his new environment
when: October 13th
where: Some park near the residential area
warnings: None, will update if needed.
For how many years he spent living on Deep Space Nine – or Terok Nor, as it once was – Odo was almost intimately familiar with its corridors, shops, and cargo bays. Criminals always knew the secret ways through vents or hidden deck plates to conduct their business – and therefore so did the constable.
However, here the buildings and roads were a mystery – a mystery that had to be solved if he had any chance of finding out exactly what had happened to him.
Not being familiar with the native fauna, Odo took the form of a Tarkalean hawk to take his impromptu aerial tour. He did his best to make a mental map of the area, but soon it would be too dark to make any more progress.
He looks for a suitable place to land, and finds one on a stone bench on the cusp of a street light. Anyone looking would see the bird turn into a shimmering liquid before growing in size and changing in shape to something much more human in appearance.
what: Checking out his new environment
when: October 13th
where: Some park near the residential area
warnings: None, will update if needed.
For how many years he spent living on Deep Space Nine – or Terok Nor, as it once was – Odo was almost intimately familiar with its corridors, shops, and cargo bays. Criminals always knew the secret ways through vents or hidden deck plates to conduct their business – and therefore so did the constable.
However, here the buildings and roads were a mystery – a mystery that had to be solved if he had any chance of finding out exactly what had happened to him.
Not being familiar with the native fauna, Odo took the form of a Tarkalean hawk to take his impromptu aerial tour. He did his best to make a mental map of the area, but soon it would be too dark to make any more progress.
He looks for a suitable place to land, and finds one on a stone bench on the cusp of a street light. Anyone looking would see the bird turn into a shimmering liquid before growing in size and changing in shape to something much more human in appearance.
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Odo considers the alternatives, and comes up empty. "Well, as your people say... beggers can't be choosers."
Truth be told, he hadn't used his pail in a few years, but it seemed appropriate now precisely because of his housing situation. He wasnt about to spread out on the floor to be gawked at or maybe even slipped on. A container would at least provide a modicum of privacy, especially if he could find an unoccupied closet.
At that thought he scoffs and rolls his eyes dramatically. "Yes, unfortunately."
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"And if it helps at all, I have an apartment of my own. I know we don't know each other very well but... You're welcome to regenerate there instead, if you'd feel more comfortable?"
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At the prospect of having a more secure place to regenerate, Odo looks tentatively hopeful.
"I would appreciate that," he replies hesitantly. Again, he did nt know her very well at all, but of the options he had it would be the least uncomfortable. "That is, if it's not too much of an inconvenience... I only need about an hour."
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And she won't get him anything latinum plated, she promises. Just a nice sturdy, sensible sort of bucket.
"Though ah... how do you feel about cats?"
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Truthfully Odo hadn't spent a lot of time around pets before. Sure, occasionally something illegal would find its way into a cargo bay, but the smuggler was usually arrested and the creatures deported swiftly. In the lab sometimes Dr. Mora would bring in some animals for him to study and emulate, but that wasn't exactly the same as a pet either.
"I admit I haven't really seen one in person, outside of the occasional holo-novel... I take it you have a pet?"
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"Really? Well... they should grow out of it," he says reluctantly.
Just as the constable is making a mental estimation of how long cats stayed kittens, he realizes something.
"Agatha and Christie," he repeats curiously. "as in Agatha Christie, the twentieth century author?"
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Human literature was a little hard to track down so far from Earth. It had only been in recent years that the Starfleet personnel had started to introduce a demand for it. Of course, he refused to ask Quark.
"Most of what I've read have been from Mickey Spillane's Mike Hammer series."
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"Is there a store or shop near here that might sell what I need?"
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As he walks along with her, Odo glances around their surroundings. It was still quite new to him, and he was a bit wary.
"I haven't been able to find out much, unfortunately - beyond what they tell you, of course."
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Odo spots the garden store up ahead, and sighs. It felt regressive to have to use a pail again. He turns to the doctor beside him.
"Are you sure it won't be too much of an intrusion if I regenerate at your apartment tonight?"
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