on possibly being thrown into a game

[batlh]

Mundane. [ Insistent and right to the point as always, aren’t you Worf? ]
I am prepared. You do not need to hesitate.

I will... not bring you dishonor. [ He and his Klingon pride are merely a 'worthy challenge' after all, not a complete disaster. ]

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[twiceashigh]

I wouldn't worry too much about bringing her dishonor. You'll be fine.

[eightlives]

You know, I've always found your confidence very attractive.

[iamnotkhan]

No one would doubt it.

Geordi! :'D

[batlh]

And yet she is hesitant... I do not understand.

[batlh]

... [ Cue momentary speechlessness. ]

[batlh]

I wish she would share your assuredness, Doctor.

[eightlives]

What's the matter, Worf? Grishnar cat got your tongue?

[sonof_mogh]

I know how these mundanes work and their wishes to throw us into these so called games. They have no honour.

[batlh]

You're doing it again, Jadzia. [ That out in the open thing. When he's tying hard not to appear as pleased as he really feels right now. ]

:D

[batlh]

I trust her.

[ Yet after a few moments of silence. ] ... but I have to admit, it is frustrating. These mundanes do not seem to know us well.

[directives]

My player tells me yours is considering having you join us in the City, Commander.

[batlh]

With or without my consent, I have been told.

[ And on a second thought. ] ... not that it wouldn't be an honor to join you in battle, Captain.

i am so sorry

[studmuffin]

[ Sing-song. ] Awesome.

oh god, so am I

[batlh]

I do not understand what is... awesome about this.

[eightlives]

Doing what? [Is she baiting him? Oh yes, yes she is.]

I was told to comment for stalking purposes

[judgy]

They're not very good listeners in my experience.

[chakotay]

If you find a way to change their minds, let me know.

[directives]

That seems to be the way of things. Mine certainly didn't seek to acquire my permission before tossing me in me there.

[ oh. wow. that's high praise, coming from both a klingon and someone who served under jean-luc picard. ] As much as I would appreciate having a warrior of your caliber at my side, I would much rather you remain at your post and not be subjected to the City's nonsense.

[batlh]

Being... public. [ He might be squirming. While claiming that a Klingon Warrior does not squirm. ]

it's like a party in here

[batlh]

They seem to hear every word and yet decide to ignore our wishes. This is more difficult than I thought.

[batlh]

I'm afraid I have to disappoint you, Commander. Their stubbornness surpasses that of a Klingon Targ.

[batlh]

Does your player trust you with the tasks ahead, at least? It seems mine... does not.

[ Rumor has it that a certain someone keeps beating the Borg in the Delta Quadrant. Cue a bit of Klingon envy for these 'great battles'. ] ... I take it it is not going well for you.

and just my kind /canonballs into trek

[judgy]

It gets worse. This one has a tendency to listen only to do the exact opposite of what I want. Here's hoping you have better luck.

[studmuffin]

Well, it's not awesome for you because the City sucks. But it is for me.

[batlh]

I am not entirely sure how my presence will help you there.

welcome, welcome!

[batlh]

What a tantalizing species. I do not envy you! I hope mine does not take this as an incentive...

[directives]

She seems to. Something about my ability to come out on top in the face of seemingly impossible odds.

[ those rumors would be true. she takes no pride in the collective deeming her -- not her ship or her crew, but her -- an automatic threat, but she can see how such a thing would be worthy of envy to a klingon warrior. ]

It's not going badly, but I wouldn't say it's going well, either. Although, if memory serves, you have some firsthand experience with the anomaly I believe we're caught within. Quantum fissure?

[studmuffin]

It won't ... okay it might. But my geeky joy will be outmatched by none.

thanks!

[judgy]

I'm sure you could handle it. I've heard things. My player thinks very highly of you. [ insert pause here ] Actually, I'm starting to think she's in love with you.

[batlh]

...

[ Congratulations, Stiles - now you totally lost him.]

[batlh]

[ Now here's some baffled and pleased Klingon silence. ] I am... [ Well, he doesn't really know what he is right now, but let's go with the safe option - ] Honored. Although I do not quite understand.

My mundane wishes to let you know that she has taken a liking to you as well, Miss...?

[batlh]

[ He nods knowingly - that definitely seems accurate.

And he's almost sorry here, Captain, especially in the light of what you'll have to endure because of it. But these encounters are worthy of a song or two indeed. ]

I do, Captain. I believe my state of quantum flux was different from what you are experiencing, but we might be able to find a solution.

[judgy]

[ Oh, Worf. Just accept the compliment. ]

Bonnie Bennett. I'm... [ Hm, how to explain being a witch. ] A guardian of sorts. I protect my people from certain unique threats. [ Yep, just gonna avoid all talk of magic and vampires for now. ]

[eightlives]

I'm not ashamed of being open with my affections.

[directives]

[ worthy of song? that's high praise indeed! she might have to see if anonymous would be willing to grant her a barrel of blood wine or two. ]

Still, that's more experience than the rest of us have with this type of anomaly. Any input you're able to provide would be appreciated, Commander.

[chakotay]

And here I was hoping one of us might have better luck or that our chief engineer's temper would be the worst thing we'd have to worry about.

[ except the vidiians, kazon, and borg were all worse than b'elanna. ]

[batlh]

Indeed.

[batlh]

[ A barrel of bloodwine and a big plate of gagh. Bon appetit, Captain. ]

Understood. I'll be joining you shortly.

[batlh]

[ Nods knowingly when it makes him think of his own job description back on the Enterprise. ] Security. A respectable profession. [ Yep, he has no idea. ]

It's good to meet you, Miss Bennet.

[batlh]

[ Someone here is still a little amused at the mention of tempers. ] We will prevail, Commander. If you live to tell the tale of a Klingon woman's rage, then you braved one of the greatest challenges already. [ Might or might not be a Klingon proverb. ]

[chakotay]

You might want to tell that to Tom. [ he's amused in turn. ]

[sonof_mogh]

I also trust my mundane also, as he can be honourable when he wishes to be. Yet, least not honourable enough as a Klingon man. I have much to teach him. [Your mundane isn't your son, Worf.]

[sonof_worf]

Father? I hope I do not bring you dishonour.

[batlh]

I trust that you will succeed. [ Confident nod to, well, himself. ]

[batlh]

Alexander. [ Fondly. ] You need not worry.

[ Then with that fatherly stern look. ] If you behave well.

[symbiant]

You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, Worf.

[judgy]

[ Security. Not even close to describing what her life is. It's laughable, really, but as he really can't know what she deals with on a near daily basis, she can find his description endearing. ]

You too. Worf, was it?

[batlh]

Is it such a great challenge?

[symbiant]

 To have no one you know, stranded in a different culture with threats on your life at every given turn? Yes, it's a challenge.