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Odo's Guest Quarters, DS9 [Jun. 6th, 2004|11:46 pm]
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[Current Mood |thoughtfulthoughtful]

Odo returns from the bar, leading Guinan inside the guest quarters he's arranged -- idly displeased that there are no new messages for him from ... well, anyone he might know on the station -- he simply gestures for her to take a seat. "The replicators likely work -- but I cannot think of anything you'd like, and I've ... not quite forgotten what I enjoyed, when I was 'solid'."

He draws out a chair before taking a seat himself; strange chivalry, but still, Odo is Odo. "What got you agitated in the bar? You seemed upset," he asks idly, blue eyes half-veiling.
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Supplemental Log [Jun. 3rd, 2004|02:09 am]
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[Current Mood |anxiousanxious]

... May as well stop avoiding the inevitable. It's time to head to Quark's -- or is it Rom's now?
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Personal Log [Stardate Blah Blah Blah] [Jun. 1st, 2004|02:43 pm]
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[Current Mood |contemplativecontemplative]

I recall once, I spoke of human record keeping in the Starfleet-required security log as ... pointless. How humans had to keep finding ways to sort records in microscopic form lest they over run the civilization -- mind you, the Cardassians are worse. Obnoxious, even. My own long, long memory served very well, until Starfleet started asking for logs and journals. Now, I find them oddly invaluable -- over the War, I found myself questioning my own feelings, recording my doubt and sounding out troubles that I could voice to no one. Perhaps foolish, now that I look back on it -- they hardly respected my privacy, and the Great Link conveyed everything I could have hidden in a log file to the Founder that wished to usher me 'home'. Heh. Home.

The night I started keeping that log, things would occur that would affect my sense of justice, my follow of the rule of law. I started to realize, just how deeply I'd gotten involved with then-Major Kira Nerys. It'd take, perhaps, another year before I could finally vocalize it to myself. Doesn't matter now; I'll -- approach her in my own time. Nervousness is not something I feel often; usually only when Nerys is involved.

Now, the first thing I do on the station -- besides attempt to figure out where I'll sleep since I didn't bring a pail -- is make a log entry. SStrange, how I find myself back here on this station, and feel that all come back to me. Or maybe I'm just reaching for the familiar.

I saw Rom in the bar, but not Quark; immediately wondered if he'd gotten himself killed and Rom had finally inherited. Didn't see Morn, or Nog -- though I suppose he's rising through the ranks as the first Ferengi in Starfleet, which never could settle with me -- and I thought I glimpsed Leeta on the Promenade.

I suppose it's not my concern anymore.

I'll see what I can find here and there -- I wonder if anyone will recognize my name on a passenger manifest, before I decide to make myself known.
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