Wellspring Arms

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

Julian was growing more and more convinced that this entire place was really an elaborate holosuite program joke put together by Miles. The whole island was just too ridiculous to be taken entirely seriously. He kept expecting Vic Fontaine to come around the corner.

Not in this particular shop, of course, but still. Julian looked interested at all of the weaponry. Worf, he decided, would love this place.

[OOC: Yeah, he doesn't know he works here.]

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[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf wasn't sure why everyone seemed to be more irritating than usual this weekend. They just were.

Which is why he ignored them all.

And then headed to Wellspring Arms to meditate and use the shooting gallery to let off some steam.

What he didn't expect was to see a man standing in a starfleet uniform in the store.

"Who are you? And why are you wearing that uniform?" he demanded.

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

Julian whirled around from his inspection of some manner of weapon he didn't recognize.

"Worf!" he said joyfully.

Much younger-looking Worf...in a cadet's uniform...Details!

"It is such a relief to see a familiar face in here. I was afraid Miles had managed to jimmy the holosuite closed!"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf glared at Julian in confusion.

"What are you talking about?" he grunted.

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

"Which part?" Julian asked.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"All of it," Worf growled. "Who are you?"

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

"Julian Bashir," Julian said. "We work together on DS-9."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"I work here," Work replied gruffly. "And I have no idea what DS-9 is."

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

"Deep Space Nine," Julian said. "By the wormhole that leads to the Gamma Quadrant...." he clapped his hand over his mouth. "Unless I'm ruining the space-time continuum! But whatever are you doing on Earth in 2009?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf blinked at Julian. Wormhole?

"I have been imprisoned on this island by the entity known as 'Q'," Worf said looking somewhere between agitated and somewhat hopeful. "I doubt you have affected the space time continuum as 'Q' has already done some damage already. I was under the impression I was to work on the Enterprise under the command of Jean Luc Picard."

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Julian nodded. "After your time on the Enterprise, you come to DS-9," he explained. "Well. Some version of you."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"How do I know this isn't some kind of elaborate plot to lull me into a false sense of security?"

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

"I've met you, Worf," Julian said with a laugh. "I'm pretty sure there's nothing that can lull you into anything."

Well, Jadzia. But that seemed like something to definitely not bring up.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps," Worf replied. "What exactly is it that I do on this DS9?"

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

Barclay was still trying to find out what happened to the ship. Although he was becoming more and more certain that he was suffering from space dementia.

He did a double-take as he spotted what looked like a starfleet medical uniform as he passed by a shop.

"Hello," he poked his head in. "You are starfleet! I thought I...I was beginning to go...insane. Actually...I'm still not entirely certain that...I'm not. I think I...need an exam."

Barclay was quite the regular hypochondriac.

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

Julian raised up his eyebrows. "Well, I'm hardly in the correct environment to perform any manner of comprehensive exam," he said. "This being a weapons store of some kind and not an infirmary."

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Yes, of course."

Something then occurred to him. "Do you have any idea...of how you got here? I was on board the Enterprise, then when...I woke I was in some...strange house."

He left out his encounter with the dog.

"I'm...Barclay. Lieutant."

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

"I was fairly convinced this was an elaborate holosuite program," Julian replied. "It seems the sort of thing my friend Miles would do. I'm Lieutenant Julian Bashir, Chief Medical Officer for Deep Space 9. Nice to meet you."

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Pleased...to meet you as well."

Oh no. Even though he was Lieutant, a Chief Medical Officer ranked higher. Barclay was kind of hoping he wouldn't run into too many officers.

"I...don't think it's a holosuite...error. I...I'm part of the engineering crew and...so far, nothing...seems to fit the...scenario."

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"What's your hypothesis, then?" Julian asked. "The girl in the infirmary yesterday seemed perfectly healthy and sane."

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He blinked, surprised. "Wha...which girl? Are there...more of us...I mean, starfleet personnel here?"

Barclay had been busy panicking to really develop any hypothesis. "Uh...I think," he paced around the room a bit, "p...perhaps some members of...various crews have been...transported to ahhh...somewhere as a kind of ...test?"

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

"Oh, she wasn't Starfleet," Julian said. "Just a girl who worked with medicine. Fascinating to learn from, really. She told me we're on an Earth back in 2009, of all things!"

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"2...2009? But that's...hundreds of years! How did..." He paused for a minute, trying to settle down enough to actually think. "So...we were somehow transported...from our stations back to Earth...and back in time. But...why?"

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

"I haven't figured that out, but it's an opportunity to learn and explore!" Julian was easily distracted by that sort of thing. "No one is shooting at us, I say we enjoy it."

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Sh...sho...shooting?"

That thought hadn't even occurred to him until now. He was in serious danger of fainting.

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"You're a twitchy one," Bashir commented. "You said you were on the Enterprise?"

There was an unspoken "really?" in there.