driftfleet | let's just ramp up that confusion

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let's just ramp up that confusion

Who: Ezri Dax
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action:N/A unless you're on he Marsiva
When: Now

[It's starts with a young woman rolling off the bed, short hair messy and a starfleet uniform, if you'll recognize the style uniform she wears, a bit wrinkled. And, if anyone has met one, her Trill spots are very noticeable right now. She's fairly groggy yet as she wakes up and pulls herself to her feet.]

Hello? [Where... is she?] Julian? Ben? ... Kira? [Anyone?

Give her a few moments, she eventually realizes she's broadcasting.]

Hello, I'm Curz- Emon- uh... [Ughh, she rubs at her eyes and ruffles at her hair, trying to fully wake herself up.] I'm Dax. Ezri Dax, Lieutenant Junior Grade, I'm the counselor on Deep Space Nine in orbit of Bajor.

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[She knows she won't make the best impression today, so she shouldn't even be on the network let alone responding to new arrivals and yet she needs something to distract her from her coma-laden boyfriend and only friend from home.]

Curzemondaxezridax, huh? Might just call you Junior Grade. [No, she gets that it wasn't all meant as one name, but who doesn't know their own name?]

[To her credit, Ezri is unhurt by the comment. The meeting might be saved! Instead, she gives a wry little smile.]

Ezri will work. [And mostly, it's people who have nine different identities bumping around in her head.] Or Lieutenant, if you really want to call me by rank.

Nah. Last thing I need is Kirk reminding me to call him Captain. What's with the name soup? I hope you're not a spy. Not that I have anything against spies. It would just mean you weren't a very good one.

Unfortunately- fortunately actually, not a spy. Just a Trill, recently joined. So the eight other lives I- Dax, lived- they're a little jumbled up.

You've got the memories of eight...nine people in you?

Mhm, I'm number nine now. It gets easier, it has gotten easier, but I only got a fifteen minute lecture from the ships doctor before doing this. So it's a little harder to keep from calling myself Curzon or standing on my head like Emony.

Kind of an emergency thing?

Yeah. I was the only Trill available on the Destiny and Dax was dying. too much trauma from its last host. The captain gave me the choice though, I could save Dax or stay myself.

[She bites her bottom lip briefly and then shakes her head.] Eight lives. Dax seemed to important, I had to save it.

So is a Trill a person from a place called Trill or something like that? Or is it someone with a unique ability to maintain multiple lives of memories? [Because it's not all tracking together, but she figures it will fit in a minute once she gets a handle on what kind of world she's from.]

Both really. I'm a humanoid Trill and our home planet is Trill. I'm from Sappora VII though, most people call it New Sydney. The other lives come from my symbiont, that's Dax. Physically, we're just the only race out there who can form a successful symbiotic relationship, long-term.

Hmm. So, did we just have a normal conversation for you, or a really intimate one? I need to know if I should buy you coffee later or something. [Teasing, but she does wonder if it was invasive. Kind of on the "what are you?" level, but she has a better grasp of where she's coming from now.]

Really, it kind of depends on who you ask. A few years ago, it might have been considered very intimate. No one knew about our symbionts. Now though, it's become public knowledge so it's fairly normal. [And now she can discuss her past lives without being concerned about Dax ever being expelled from society.] I won't say no to a coffee though.

It'll have to wait until they shuffle you, but we can arrange that.

Do you think it's good or bad that it's public now?

I've got three hundred years of experience, I think I can handle waiting until I get 'shuffled' for some coffee company. [She can revisit memories, get her identity problem a little more under control.]

Actually, I do. Until it was discovered, we avoided transporters, had to avoid seeing any non-Trill doctors for surgery. A lot of symbionts were are constant risk because of it. Now that it's public knowledge, we don't have to be so careful.

Then you're on.

Yeah, that doesn't sound fun. My kind were a secret for a long time, but not during most of my life. I've never liked pretending to be something else.

I'll hold you to it.

[Or try to. She knows mok'bara but she's much smaller than her predecessors.]

No, not fun at all. It's actually cause some problems for us in the past, diplomatically.

[Not really going to come to that.]

Well, it's hard to stand up for yourself when you can't even represent yourself accurately.

Exactly, actually. It makes diplomacy difficult, and travel. Nothing makes things harder than avoiding transporter sensors seeing two different lifeforms and brainwaves.

Also makes your family look at you very strangely for a but afterward.

Your family? They wouldn't know?

They know about joining, they knew I never wanted it. Nobody can help looking at you differently when your joined though, you can... ignore the memories and personalities of the previous hosts, some of it sticks to you and changes you. And name mix ups happen, clearly. I called myself 'Curzon' to my mother.

I guess that really underlines the identity crisis of it all. [Not even registering your own name sometimes.]

It reminds me of someone I knew back home who could absorb personalities. It was not always easy for her.

I can't imagine that's easy at all. She definitely has my sympathies.

I'll pass that along if we cross paths again.

So what is a Deep Space Nine?

It's a space station in orbit of the planet Bajor. It was originally built by Cardassians but the Federation runs it now.

Wait, Federation? As in the Enterprise?

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