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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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Airy chewed on her bottom lip. "Well, no one has offered to help us figure it out. I suppose you could if you think you can." That was horribly redundant but it was simply how her mind worked. "It has a lot to do with energy flow and..." Airy squinted while trying to remember what she'd been told.

She's been having trouble thinking lately.

"We are looking into it ourselves though. This facility is underground, which I'm sure you noticed, anyway... everything inside of it and the people who live here are secret. As far as the government knows I ran away from home and have been missing for almost two years. A lot of people here are assumed dead or missing. We only have ourselves to look at this, you know?" She paused again trying to think clearly. "What sort of stuff do you do?"

Airy was a little awkward but earnest. She was trying her best.

Ezri sensed that. Whatever was going on here, it didn't appear to be this woman's doing. (Though she knew better than to completely rule out the possibility that she was or that she did actually have an inkling of what was going on here.)

"Well, I was a scientist in my previous life." Literal previous life, Airy. "And my second host was an engineer."

Airy sort of knew what was happening but for her it was a feeling. She couldn't describe it and if she tried the words would be vague and disjointed. The best she had was repeating what she knew was true.

"There are some scientists here. You should talk to Charles... less engineers because there isn't a lot of technology that works well around magic." Which was protecting HQ and subsequently everywhere. "We got these phones to work though." She was a little proud of that.

"Magic."

If she sounded doubtful, that's because she was. Magic was a concept she battled with across many of her lives, having most recently encountered it in more of a mystical form than the fabled wizardry that was written into some of the more fantastical holosuite programs. Dax didn't believe in magic; everything that was dismissed as magical could easily be explained as a facet of technological gains beyond one's current perceptions or a biological gift localized to a certain species.

And yet... She couldn't fully explain some of the things that Benjamin had experienced. Some of the things revolving around the Prophets that she's witnessed. Sure, she could easily reason that those wormhole aliens possessed technological advancements that were well out of the Federation's reach, but something about that didn't sit right... And where would you even begin to place a being like Q?

She pursed her lips, nodding. "Alright. Sounds like it's going to be tough. Good thing I happen to like a challenge."

Airy flashed her a smile. "I was skeptical to. Well, before..." She waved a hand and a few sparks of light and bubbles appeared in the air before them. "That." Among other things.

"If you need anything let me know. I probably won't be able to help but I might know someone who can." She liked being helpful.

"I will, and I'll probably take you up on that. I'm sure you have connections."

Whether those connections were helpful or not was yet to be seen. For all she knew, she was agreeing to something that was going to get her into more of a mess than she's already it. But it simply wasn't in her nature to sit around, especially without a homing beacon to hover near while waiting for proper rescue.

Airy nodded her head enthusiastically. She was to humble to admit her actually position in HQ.

"Yeah. Um... er, I'll let you take a look around. You can always call my phone if you have questions too." She held up a matching phone to her own.

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