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[stellationing]

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Have fun!

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[dancingmd]

"I'm sure I don't know what you're implying."

Deanna's right: they have reached their destination. Admittedly "hotel" is a rather generous name for this place. It's more like an old-fashioned boarding house, but at least everything is clean and Beverly had enough credits to get herself a private room. Only a few people are in the common room reading or playing cheap holographic parlor games with one another.

Beverly leads Deanna to her room at the top of the stairs and shuts the door behind them. She gestures towards the overstuffed paisley chair in the corner.

"Sit, sit. It's not much but it's a break from the ships at least."

[counselled]

As they move into the hotel, Deanna glances around, letting her eyes take in what the place is, what it looks like, and what she can sense from any inhabitants. The place looks nice, in its rustic way, not unlike something out of a holodeck program, and indeed some of the people in the common area appear to be playing some sort of holographic game. Interesting. They all seem content, focused on their games, and Deanna senses no fear or concern from any of them.

The concern is mostly her own. For better or for worse.

Following Beverly up the stairs and into the room, Deanna lifts a hand to quickly and rhythmically tap two fingers at a specific point just behind her carotid artery. Plexing, a Betazoid relaxation technique, has served her well over the years of her life. Taking a deep breath, she settles gracefully into the offered chair, turning her eyes back upon her friend and finally letting a little of her worry and concern seep through.

"Beverly... where are we?"

Best start small. Deanna has a mental list of questions. She figures she can work her way up the list, beginning with this very important question. Everything else can wait.

[dancingmd]

"I don't know that there's an official name for this moon. Not that I've heard at least. The natives aren't exactly the most talkative bunch." Frowning, she sits on the edge of the bed. She's more than familiar with plexing and the fact that Deanna is doing it now is of some concern. Perhaps Atroma has tampered with Deanna's Augment? It wouldn't be the first time.

"But that's not what you meant, is it?"

[counselled]

It is an answer, even while it is not. Deanna can sense Beverly's sincerity, so that isn't a concern. Not that it would be normally. Beverly is rarely anything other than sincere.

"The last thing I remember is walking through the doors to sickbay on the Enterprise," Deanna begins, walking herself through what she can recall. "This isn't sickbay and I don't believe it is the Enterprise, either. The only thing I can think of is that Q brought me here or that I somehow was transported to the holodeck. But of course I would need to ask what you are doing here as well. You seem to have a better understanding of this place and what is going on. On top of that, some of the people here had faint auras. My ability to read them was diminished."

In short, nothing is adding up for her. If Beverly has any answers, Deanna could really use them.

[dancingmd]

Beverly frowns. That’s not good at all that Deanna doesn’t remember the past couple of weeks. What’s actually more concerning, though, is that Deanna can’t read anyone very well. Perhaps her augment is malfunctioning? While tiresome, that would be the most encouraging explanation, since the so-called glitches only ever last a few days, a few weeks, at most. If it’s not that, then they have a much more serious problem on their hands. So, the obvious first step is the tricorder, which she brings out again to begin scanning Deanna.

“We weren't brought here by Q, but it was a being of a similar nature. Or at least, so I believe.”

[counselled]

The whole thing is concerning to Deanna, who doesn't feel any different than she had previously. At least, not physically. Her abilities are still working as they should. She can read Beverly perfectly. What isn't working is everything else. Memory, time. If she has been here, she doesn't remember it. And she can tell that Beverly isn't lying. While comforting, that also brings up other questions.

"So you believe?" Deanna echoes, gently prodding for more information. "You mean you don't know? What other being would have this sort of power? And what is its purpose?"