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Jean-Luc Picard enters the holodeck doors, decked out in his Dixon Hill outfit, ready to become his favorite detective. When he's dumped into a bar full of patrons that don't all look human or dressed for the era, he's confused, but decides to play along. That's why he'll be found by the fireplace, watching the goings-on with great interest.

Tiny!Tag: Jean-Luc Picard

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He nods. "All of that makes sense, certainly." He takes a sip of tea. "So if Q shows up, or the Borg, I shall have to be nice. Difficult, but doable. Thank you for telling me the rules. What happens if they are violated?"

Not that he expects to violate anything, but it's best to know in case something beyond his control happens.

"It's disturbingly sensible," agrees Robo, "There's a security staff somewhere that enforces the rules with time in confinement."

Robo is a lot less wordy than Data. This could be considered a good thing.

"That certainly sounds familiar. That's how our security staff works, as well."

Robo's a lot older than Data too. A comparison of them when both were in their eighties might be fairer.

"That's the major rules out of the way," says Robo, "The next thing would be the general geography."

The next points are each accompanied by pointing in the appropriate directions.

"The door you came in from is commonly called the door and it's how you go back to your own universe. Next is the backdoor that leads to an Earth-like environment pocket. That's mostly like Scotland, except for the mountains I mentioned earlier. There are the stairs upstairs that's where you'd find a room if you want to stay over night or just to keep things here for a time. Above those there's a nightclub and other things as you look more."

The mun is unsure if the brothel is still open, for example.

"And there's a garage space under the bar area accessible through an elevator behind the wall panel there. There seems to be one of every vehicle I've ever heard of down there, and more than a few that I'd only heard about in fiction."

Picard watches and follows, nodding. "So I should explore later." He looks intrigued by the idea.

"Trust but verify," quotes Robo, "I've probably missed something. Actually, I'm almost sure of it - there's to many individuals of power and to many worlds meeting here for there not to be more out of the way corners full of interesting things."

Picard nods at the quote. "So where would you recommend I go first? Out back? It sounds lovely."

Mun knows about the Caribbean inlet out back, but Picard will be shocked, for example--there are a LOT of neat little areas in Milliways.

"It's not a bad place for a start," agrees Robo, "Let me just drop the papers with Bar first. She'll be fine to take care of them."

And that's just the places not the people, or the options to jaunt to other worlds. Gets those explorer juices all fired up.

"Careful, some of the plants are aggressive. The willow is the largest, I think."

Picard is excited to be exploring an entirely new place. Again.

"I'll finish my tea first," he says, agreeably.

Robo comes back to the table with a panama hat in hand instead of papers and wait for the captain.

Courtesy and all that.

Picard chuckles. "Nice hat," he says, before finishing his tea and standing. "Shall we?"

If Picard gets the impression that Robo is smirking, just a little, that's not unreasonable.

"After you Captain," comes with a gesture towards the back.

Picard leads the way to the back door and opens it, stepping through while settling his hat on his head.

"This is lovely," he says quietly.

"I never really knew what green was until I'd seen the inside of a metal ship for more than a year," agrees Robo placing his own hat on, "Space is wonderful, but you and I both were built for planets and this is very, very close. There's even a moon that come out."

"Oh, wow. That sounds lovely." Picard grins again. "You're right; I love space and I love working there, but it's so nice to come home."

Green, in the way that only the Scottish countryside comes in, and never with the mountains jagged peaks rising in the background and looking like they were nicked from the Rockies. The lake reflecting the sky above with an indeterminate coastline. Off to one side the smithy, to the other the stables, and beyond both of those the forest and the maze that Hex crafted.

"It's the two sides to the the problem, how do you appreciate home when you're never there and how do you see new things if you never leave?"

Robo spins slowly trying to see anything that might have changed since his last look.

"I suppose I'm lucky I grew up in a city then, all the interesting things come to New York eventually."

Picard's too busy staring at the beauty to reply very fast. But, eventually:

"I'm from France, and this is far lovelier than I could have imagined."

That's... one of the more unique French accents Robo's heard. It's probably a Future thing.

"That's probably the best way to tell it's real,"says Robo, "Or that it comes from reality somewhere. If I ever find who did do all this I think I might hire them to go over my facilities back home."

"I probably couldn't afford them though."

French is an archaic language in the Future.

"I probably couldn't afford him either. Who knows what the cost would be?" Picard is resisting the temptation to flop in the grass and take a nap.

No flopping Jean-Luc here for the nap, that's what the rock by the water if for, or maybe the beach at the inlet.

"It always is," agrees Robo, "but if it's just fighting giant ants again, I think I could get away with it."

"Fighting giant ants?" Picard says.

"Again?"

Robo himself has been known to ask 'Why do we even have a squared-cubed law anyway?' His universe has some issues and trade paperbacks.

"There was an attack in the south-west," says Robo, "I'm guessing it didn't happen in your timeline. That makes it a bit safer to divert more people into checking for a rogue bio lab in the area and away from natural causes."

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