Will's trip to Deep Space 9

[visible_sariel]

the door opens on a corridor not entirely unlike those on the Enterprise; comm panels on the walls, deckplates underfoot, airlocks opening and closing with audible hisses in the middle distance. Despite all that, things look just a little more... civilian here. Not everyone passing by is in the same uniform, or in uniform at all, for one. Far from it.

Sariel waits until the corridor's as close to clear as it's likely to get before ducking through, beckoning Will after as soon as her feet hit the station's floor. She still looks a little nervous, but there's a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth all the same. "Welcome to Deep Space 9," she says as the door closes behind them.

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[will_scarlett]

Will looks around in amazement, his outfit is fairly simple, black pants and a deep, green tunic though he feels odd without his knife,

"Almost like New York just in space."

[visible_sariel]

The door behind them doesn't stand out any more than Sariel and Will themselves do. It leads to a branching corridor, or at least it should if the bar's not still on the other side. Sariel's still looking slightly wary, slightly cautious; this was her idea, but darned if she isn't partially amazed at her own daring even now. "It.. it is, isn't it? I hadn't thought of it that way before. Something like Castries as well, really." Pause. "What do you think?"

[will_scarlett]

"So much goin' on, should I be watchin' me pockets?"

He keeps looking around, trying to see everything he can.

[visible_sariel]

That startles Sariel slightly; she blinks at him, caught momentarily off guard. somebody isn't used to thinking in those terms, whether or not she's friends with an outlaw. Darned Enterprise security being so good. "I would, actually. Yes. And I'll watch mine." The shrug at the end of the sentence conveys a general air of 'you never know' or at least, that's what it's intended to convey, anyway.

The corridor's about to become a bit less clear; half a dozen humanoids have just entered from a connecting hallway a short distance off. It's not clear just yet whether or not they're all human. Incoming?

[will_scarlett]

Will just grins at her, he grew up off a marketplace so he's used to that idea,

"Sure we'll be fine, doesna look 'alf as rough as Nottingham market."

As the group approaches, Will tenses since he's not sure what to expect.

[visible_sariel]

"I really wouldn't know," is Sariel's answer. "Castries is busy, especially at carnival, but..." She shakes her head. "I've never been here before."

Those approaching people do all turn out to be human; they breeze past without giving either Sariel or Will a second glance. One of the benefits of being on a bustling space station is the lack of notice people pay you, apparently.

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, so what should we do first?"

Its reassuring for Will to be in someplace where no one knows him.

[visible_sariel]

Sariel gives that a moment's thought, then glances down the corridor after the rapidly-retreating people. "I'm not entirely sure. the promenade is usually where most people go, at least at some point. If you'd like...?"

the direction she indicates with a discreet nod is the same one those humans went in. Score one for blending in?

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, glad to look around an see whate'er ye like. Guess they'll be places to eat there too?"

[visible_sariel]

Sariel obligingly steps away from the wall and properly out into the corridor, aiming for what sounds, at least, like the busier end. "Oh yes, there are quite a few places to eat." she lowers her voice just slightly when she adds, "Not all of them are from Earth, just to warn you."

[will_scarlett]

"I'll just trust ye in terms o'what tastes good. 'rhaps could e'en find somethin' for Kate 'ere too."

Will's enjoying all the different species and shops around them, its just lovely.

[visible_sariel]

"That's definitely a possibility," Sariel agrees as she starts walking. She's keeping one eye on where she's going and one on Will himself, just so she doesn't lose him in the crowd. Getting separated from a friend is one thing. When that friend is from another world and unfamiliar with spacefaring culture, never mind unfamiliar with alien life... well. That's quite another.

That corridor they're in empties into a much wider, much more heavily trafficked one; the busier end was right. Not everybody here is human, that's certain. Nose ridges abound (this is a Bajoran station, after all) and there are no small number of people with pointed ears, blue skin or spots, as well. ... Not all at once, mind.

[will_scarlett]

Will tries to not stare too much but when they pass a Cardassian's shop and stops at the sight of all the ridges, blinking as he tries to not be too obvious.

[visible_sariel]

Sariel does discreetly nudge him; you never can be too careful. "His species is called Cardassian," she explains. "Anyone with nose ridges is likely Bajoran, and--oh..."

the reason for the murmur? Several very large, very imposing-looking aliens who've just piled out of a nearby restaurant. "Those are Nausicans," Sariel finishes after a moment. "they aren't generally very pleasant to Starfleet officers." Translation: Let's keep the heck out of their way, shall we?

[will_scarlett]

He nods and looks down as he moves on rather quickly,

"'rhaps could find a place to sit an ye could 'xplain 'bout 'em all to me."

[visible_sariel]

Wise move. Very wise move, at that. Sariel's walking more quickly herself. The Nausicans, luckily, don't notice them as they go by.

"I could certainly try," Sariel answers once they're out of close range of the surly-looking party. "We could find somewhere... what about over there?" What she's nodded to is a cluster of restaurants and shops, among them a rather... er, well. Eye-catching might be a generous way of describing Quark's, but it could certainly work. She may not have intended to indicate that particular place, but it does rather well at indicating itself.

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, should work though seems kind o'fancy for a tavern."

Though as they get closer, it does seem to have a good mix of locals and natives including some just enjoying a drink. Inside some yelling does emerge at the betting tables.

[visible_sariel]

"Certainly different from Milliways," Sariel observes quietly as they make their way in. If the sudden yells of 'dabo!' from off to one side are any indication, this place is very, very different from the bar at the end of the multiverse.

Sariel scans the room, looking for an empty table; she spots one, but a half-dozen Bajorans get it before she can turn. "Do you see anywhere we can sit, Will?"

[will_scarlett]

"'rhaps just at the Bar since seats seem 'ard to find 'ere."

He looks over as they pass the gaming tables, gold pressed latium seems as if it would pay for the tax for years.

[visible_sariel]

Oh nooo you don't, outlaw. Sariel may or may not have caught Will's glance, but she certainly heard his suggestion and took it to heart. She's obligingly threading her way through the crowd toward the bar.

Toward the bar with the large-eared man behind it. Er. Heads up, Will.

[will_scarlett]

A minute or two later, he follows behind after watching the close of a game and settles beside her,

"Seems to be lots o'rich folks 'ere."

[visible_sariel]

Score one for not losing her friend in a crowd. "Not everyone is," Sariel replies. "Quite a few people live and work on this station, and more pass through here every day. Some are, but not--" she's cut off rather spectacularly by... well, his voice is unmistakable, let's just leave it at that.

"How can I help you two fine customers?" Enter Quark. Memorably.

[will_scarlett]

Will greets Quark with a smile of his own to hide the inner voice of confusion,

"Was thinkin' 'rhaps somethin' to drink an eat, aye, Sariel?"

[visible_sariel]

Sariel isn't raising any objections to the idea. She does give Will a sidelong glance before she answers Quark; she'll explain in a second, she promises. She ends up asking for hasperat and ginger tea, which leaves Quark rolling his eyes theatrically as he turns toward Will.

"You Federation types. You just don't know good alcohol. Must be all that synthehol -- you have no idea what you're missing." That might just be a challenge.

[will_scarlett]

"Could ye 'rhaps give me good glass o'a nice whiskey then least if ye've got it."

Will doesn't say anything to the Federation comment since honestly he doesn't hold himself like one.