Don't Get too Close, It's Dark Inside

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Who: Valdis
What:Various things around DS9
When: First months on the station
Where: Various
Warnings: On each post



A week wasn't much time to get to know an entire space station, or even to learn what was going on. Q hadn't been very helpful and Valdis refused to play his game any longer than was necessary, so she set about memorizing the station, finding anything she could get her hands on to learn more about what had happened and what to do next. Her growing frustration could perhaps be felt in the shadows as she passed.

[OOC: There are starters below and I will add more open and closed ones as the month goes on. This one may last into March as well :) ]

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His attitude regarding being on the station matched most. Of all the people here, only Clarissa seemed happy about it. The rest of them were simply coping.

"I understand that. I'm not a huge fan of being kidnapped, I had people back home who count on me."

Though, they believed her to be dead...but such things were really minor details compared to the bigger picture that contained her history. And here, none of it mattered.

"Well, I'd tread carefully around those vents, there are...other things in there too."

She had definitely seen a tail that didn't belong to a vole slip into one while they were hunting the rodents.

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"Yeah. I do, too." Nandor needed him. "I don't know what...that person...is going to do without me." Or what I'm going to do without him.

He's not unhealthily, toxically codependent. Shut up.

When she mentioned things in the vents, he nodded. "I think I saw a cat?" He wasn't about to question it. Hell, Sam could do an entire professional charcuterie spread. Whatever the vent-cat was on about, he was pretty sure that it knew what it was doing.

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Valdis caught a sense of longing in his words, a sick sort of longing, an obsession. Unlike Guillermo, the people she left behind were perfectly capable of going on without her. Humans were resilient in that way.

"There aren't many of us here, but we are competent enough to keep this place running so far. I certainly hope you can add to that."

The outward appearance didn't match anything else she could sense. That saying 'don't judge a book by its cover' definitely applied here.

"Have you seen the...bar yet?"

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Humans were resilient. Vampires - at least the ones Guillermo knew - were incompetent morons who couldn't keep a house running for a week without him around.

He laughed a little bit. "I'm pretty good at keeping a place running day-to-day. By myself. Obviously not a whole space station, but eh..."

When she mentioned the bar, though, he nodded. "I've been, yeah. Not spent a whole lot of time...it's not really my kind of scene. Even though it's just the few of us, I'm not really a going-to-bars kind of guy."

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His cardigan certainly wouldn't fit in at a bar.

She smiled when he mentioned running a place by himself. "I suppose it's impressive that you've done so much as a bodyguard and an attendant to a facility."

She walked past him, the door sliding open to let her pass. Keeping an eye on him should be relatively simple since they were in the same division. He seemed like a bit of as pushover, but a slayer would be anything except that. Though, the quality of those he had killed may differ greatly from her own kills. No way of really knowing and no reason to find out.

"Well, it's not much of a bar, but there's food and drink. Plus the holosuites."

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"You just pick up some skills along the way over a decade, I guess." Really, the best way to describe what his job was, to a normal person, would be 'caretaker for the elderly'. Which was strictly true. He did do that. And the vampires were very, very elderly. Even Colin Robinson, who could actually take care of himself, was a hundred years old.

Yeah.

Most caretakers didn't dismember corpses as part of the job, though.

"I haven't actually tried the holosuites yet, actually. The food's pretty good, though."

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A decade. Enough time to pick up any number of skills, but not master the. Though perhaps if the focus settled on one particular area, it might be achievable.

"I have used them for simulations regarding the vole infestation, but I general believe that putting yourself in a dream is nothing more than a delusion."

Delusions are dangerous.

"But, yes, the food is decent enough."