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[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Data is sitting with his back to the bar, observing people, as he often does when he is in Milliways. But he seems almost more thoughtful today, somehow. (A lot has happened.)

He would welcome conversation. He is rather curious what he has missed.

[OOC: May be a bit slow with Data brain, but open until his next EP!]

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[a1enzo]

Enzo approaches the bar for a Cocoa.

Yeah, that's all the mun's really got at the moment. Hopefully it will suffice.

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

It does.

"Hello, Enzo," Data greets amiably.

[a1enzo]

"Data! Hi! I haven't seen you in a while."

It's true; in the time since they last spoke, Enzo's voice finished changing.

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Data nods, noting the changes.

"How have you been?"

[a1enzo]

"Good. Mostly." Beat. "Nervous."

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Data blinks. "May I ask why you have been nervous?"

[a1enzo]

"Sis finally told Turbo—that's the Prime Guardian—about Users. I told her it was time to, 'cause some of my friends figured out I was coming here. But it means I'm gonna have to go meet with him and explain stuff."

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Data nods. "I can see why that would make you nervous," he says. "Have you prepared what you are going to say to him?"

[a1enzo]

"Sort of. A little. But it kind of depends what he asks me. And there's way too much to tell him all at once." He smiles. "But Dani's coming with me. That'll help."

[i_candozat]

Chekov is...getting used to seeing the Starfleet insignia in both places he technically resides now. He's stopped actually coming to attention at it, though that doesn't mean he's stopped having the mild urge to do it.

Right now he's studying. Or something approximating it. The only test that he's really concerned with is one that won't happen for a while yet, but despite the time to prepare he knows he'll fail it. He knows this because it is deigned--by a Vulcan, no less--to be unbeatable.

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Data notices, and recognizes, the insignia and the uniform. However, he is not certain that he recognizes its owner. So he decides simply to start a conversation.

"Hello," he greets.

[i_candozat]

"Hello," Chekov returns pleasantly, voice still thick with a Russian accent. He looks much younger than he should, by Data's timeline, if he's in Starfleet, but the look strangely suits him.

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

He does look a bit young, Data thinks, but human ages can be tricky based soley on appearance.

"It has been a while since I have met someone new in Milliways who is in Starfleet," he observes, then holds out his hand. "I am Lieuntenant Commander Data, of the U.S.S. Enterprise-D."

[i_candozat]

Pavel smiles and takes Data's hand. "I am Cadet Chekov, Pavel Andreievich, still of Starfleet Academy," he says.

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Data shows no outward signs of recognition, but somewhere in his positronic matrix he is accessing all sorts of history and information.

"It is good to meet you, Cadet. How long have you been visiting Milliways?"

[i_candozat]

"Not wery long. Perhaps a month now?" he says. "Is wery strange to hawe ze doorvay in my dorm closet, but is a nice respite."

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

"I do find that it serves as a useful distraction. I imagine that humans find Milliways to be quite restful, at times.

"I suppose this explains why I have never seen you here before. I believe I have not been in the main bar for over a month."

[starrydome]

Now that he has gotten comfortable, the urge to test this place has risen. This may seem odd, but elves are by nature curious and the Noldo perhaps most of all. As prone to tinker and prod as dwarfs really.

Elrond makes his way to the bar and asks it, very politely, for a glass of miruvóre. A small glass appears containing a clear sweet-smelling liquid.

He sniffs it, carefully, holds the glass to the light and then takes a very small sip.

It is miruvóre. He shakes his head a little at this. And then realises that the person next to him might think this a very odd spectacle indeed.


[occ: slow as mud]

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Data is watching, but he does not display any sort of reaction beyond a mild curiosity in his eyes.

He realizes it is rude to stare, so he initiates the conversation by simply greeting, "Hello."

[starrydome]

Elrond politely inclines his head and returns the greeting. Then he says, as way of explaining, "I could not resist the temptation to test the ability of this -" he indcates the Bar - " to procure something rare. I did not quite believe that it could."

But it, or wasn't it she?, had. Amazing.

Then he introduces himself. "My name is Elron Peredhil. And as you might be able to tell, I am still a newcomer here."

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Data gives him a friendly nod in return. "I am Lieuntenant Commander Data, of the starship Enterprise. It is good to meet you.

"What sort of substance is that, if I may ask?"

[starrydome]

"Another starship farer," Elrond says with the delighted smile this particular notion puts on his face. "And this is miruvóre. A cordial that strengthens both the body and the spirit. It is a rare thing. We make it in my house and it is highly praised. Would you like to try it?"

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Data blinks. "If you would not mind," he replies.

He takes the drink and sips it, pausing a moment to let the new information register with his artificial taste buds.

[starrydome]

The flavour was complex. Sweet but not cloying, with almost spicy flower notes. Elves said that it revitalized the body and soul, lifting the spirit and granting the limbs the strength they had when fully rested and well-fed. And then some.

It also kicked like a laden pack-mule.

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Data blinks a few times. He can detect the "kick," of course, but it does not affect him.

"Intriguing," he says, handing it back to Elrond. "There seem to be several compounds in there which my systems cannot identify."