Conversations.

Who: Nog and you/Nog Boimler and Mariner
What: Exploring the Pole/Discussing the Prime Directive.
Where: The Pole/Nog's room.
When: After Arrival/After Boimler is healed.
Warnings/Notes: Alcohol mention

Around the Pole

One of the first things Nog does, after making sure both of the ensigns are settled, is politely ask the Yetis if they'd be willing to make him a uniform. It's a small, simple thing, but wearing it makes him feel just a bit more ready to take on what's coming.

Afterwards, he can be found in the Main Workshop, seeing what he has to work with. It's not a lot, but there's definitely something he can do with it. The real question is whether or not he should.

The other location he spends most of his time in is the training room. Not so much to train, though there is some of that, but to see how it all works. And he's actually pretty impressed. It's not a holodeck, but he wasn't really expecting one. The mannequins are all pretty impressive mechanical work all on their own

The Prime Directive

Once Boimler's fought off his nanoprobe infection it's time for more serious matters. Nog calls both him and Mariner to his room.

There's a table laid out with some options for drinks. Nothing alcoholic though. If there even is any of that here.

There's a conversation they need to have sooner rather than later, and it's best not to have to drunk.

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Loki's had a similar idea. He's still not feeling up to actual training, though he's walking with only the tiniest limp. But helping stress test the dummies with his dagger doesn't require much exertion, and it means the new ones will be even tougher, right?

He hears someone else, but as he's pulling his dagger from the chest of a dummy, he doesn't turn immediately. "Quite nice. It almost seems a pity to destroy them."

Dagger back in hand, he looks at his companion, and freezes. "...you. You are..." He recognizes Nog instantly, as Star Trek is already on his mind, thanks to Boimler. But he's not sure if he should reveal that right away.

"Lieutenant Nog, Starfleet. If you're from a world where that's a fictional organization, I've already had enough time to get used to the idea."

Though he didn't know about anything featuring himself. The only thing Superboy had recognized about him was that he was a Ferengi.

Loki relaxes and smiles. "Indeed. The first Ferengi in Starfleet. I am rather fond of stories of those who break such barriers."

He inclines his head. "If you are already used to the idea... Either you adjust much faster than Ensign Boimler, or you are experienced with meeting people from other worlds."

I spent the last few months stuck in a place called the Wilderlands. There's a few of us here.

[He's not sure how to feel about someone knowing who he is. Logically, that's how he's here at all, but it's different when it's someone looking him right in the face.]

....I guess knowing anything about me is better than calling my entire species weird little trolls.

[Loki nods] I have spent... it feels like years, now, in various strange pocket dimensions. This is the first time one of them has been a form of Midgard. Unfortunately I have not met anyone from a place I recognize.

I will refrain from doing so. I... am becoming more accustomed to strangers assuming I must be a bloodthirsty monster because of the species I did not even know I was born as until recently. Or assuming that I, personally, am a destructive conqueror, or would want to destroy the world to spite my enemies.

Mirror universe or something else?

[Nog had never been there, but he'd heard enough stories about it.]

Or would you prefer it being none of my business?

Not Mirror Universe. But one where I made a different choice. Except most are familiar with the one where I made a worse choice.

You will likely learn of the myths about me anyway. It is hard to escape them when you are a well-known god, even if your faith is largely defunct and a matter more for academic thought than active belief.

Ah, man. Now comes time for Serious, Important Talk. Mariner hasn't given herself a moment to just breathe since she barreled through the portal on Krulmuth-B, because everything has just happened so much. Time travel and dimensional hopping and phasing and the Borg and Santa Claus...it was all way, way, way too much, and after this conversation she's going to (politely, honest!) harangue the yetis for something a little stronger than tea.

"Good to see you again, uh, you know, circumstances notwithstanding," Mariner says, sitting down.

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