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She'd been temporally displaced before. Having lived multiple lives before this one, the transition from present to past usually didn't bother her as much as it did others. But this wasn't a past that Dax had experienced by way of having lived it. No, she only glimpsed it — once, when Jadzia fell back in time alongside Benjamin. It hadn't been what she would call a pleasant experience, and recalling it now did her little good. It only served to remind her of the danger she'd been in and how she had to pretend her spots were elaborate tattoos to avoid being discovered as something other than human.

Would she have to do that here? Somehow, she doubted that. If this world was so accustomed to visitors from other worlds and times, having an alien in their midst was likely the least of their worries. Especially if the influx in population meant that they were offering the visitors housing and providing them with the means of sustaining themselves while trapped in this era.

Hopefully it was something that innocent, something that was completely out of their control that they were doing their best to adapt to. Her past experiences and training as both a psychologist and a Starfleet officer, however, told her not to rule out malicious intent just yet. Something was afoot here and it could very well be the opposite of what she was hoping...

Either way, she'd find out once she got to the end of this green line.

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How does this— Okay, I've got it.

[ she clears her throat, sitting down on the bed within her dormitory. turns out, there was nothing sinister waiting for her at the end of that green line. just a room with a bed, much like the dorms she lived in at the academy. ]

This is Lieutenant Ezri Dax. If there are any Starfleet Officers present within the city, please respond.

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What are you Lieutenant of?

[This feels like an important question to ask.]

Also I haven't heard of Starfleet or anything like that.

I'm a Lieutenant in Starfleet. It's a peacekeeping armada for the United Federation of Planets.

[ very important, though a question she would be unable to answer if the nature of this place hadn't already violated the temporal prime directive for her. ]

Okay but what is it that you do as Lieutenant?

[Hanna really has no idea.]

Like I get the whole Starfleet thing, clearly from space whatever but what do you do there? Like are you a solider? [That's what she usually thinks of.]

No, I'm a psychologist first and only a soldier when necessary. I'm the Chief Counselor aboard a space station, but my duties aren't limited strictly to therapy sessions.

[ she's a dax, thus she's capable of doing a multitude of tasks that are not within the usual counselor's job description. ]

Therapy?

[She knows one therapist and that hadn't gone very well.]

So you enjoy listening to people complain?

First rule of counseling: never call it complaining. The station I serve on is many lightyears away from most of its inhabitants' homeworlds. We are presently at war and the people aboard the station, both permanent residents and those from ships only docked temporarily at our ports, have been through some unimaginably trying times. They need someone to listen, to give advice; a safe place to talk about the things that have happened to them or they're going through — to talk about the comrades they've lost, to mend and heal.

Opening up and getting something off your chest... that's not complaining. Not in the least.

Good thing I'm not a counselor.

[Hanna smiles as if this is a good thing. She's caring and loyal but also honest to a very blunt degree.]

Considering we're probably lightyears or timezomes away from our homes are you going to start counseling here? [Not that she's interested. Nope, not going to talk about her problems.]

I might, though my other talents might be more useful elsewhere.

[ but people still might need someone to talk to... perhaps she could do both? ]

What other talents?

[Hanna is a high school student. Her biggest talent is shopping which she does very well.]

Temporal Theory and some not-too-shabby engineering skills.

I don't know what that means.

[She knows what engineering skills do.]

Temporal Mechanics. Time travel and alternate dimensions.

Alternate dimensions sounds like what we need here.

[Just saying.]

And yet, in all likelihood, that's exactly what's going on here. At least in part. Time is certainly a factor, considering I, myself, hail from the 24th Century.

Yeah I'm from early 2000's not here though. I don't even think anyone I know exists here which makes no sense.

[She's googled from the computers at the city library. There isn't any internet access in HQ and that bugs her.]

Nobody I know from back home exists on this plane, either.

[ which isn't very comforting to hear (or share), but it's a fact she can't deny. for the first time since ezri was joined with dax, she's without a familiar face. ]

There is one person from my home here. He showed up around the same time I did.

[Hanna has that but it also means that it's possible. Maybe some of Ezri's friends will show up here.]

Oh, well. That's good. I mean, it's not good that you're both stuck in this situation; but at the same time, it can be a comfort to have a familiar face around.

Yeah. I'm happy he's here.

[Even if it's selfish.]

Maybe someone you know will show you?

I hope not.

[ a pause. her intent is to be selfless, but— ]

That probably came out sounding horrible. It's not that I wouldn't appreciate the company, it's that I wouldn't wish being trapped her on anyone. Stuck like this, it isn't a situation anyone deserves to be in, much less wants to.

I guess but what if they could take you home? I'm sure your friends are looking for you.

Right?

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