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Galactic Vacationing - Wednesday

The Danger Shop was set up like a park with trees and a pond and ducks. Well, they were blue ducks. Blue ducks with teeth. The sky was an odd colour too, pink to satisfy the galactic portion of the workshop even though they weren't really doing all that much today. "Okay," the Doctor said when a significant group of people had gathered. "Last week didn't exactly lend itself to introductions. You all know who I am. When vacationing on your own, it's a good idea to get to know the people around you. Pick up a friend in the lobby of a hotel or in a park," he gestured around, "and get to know them while you're running around madly. Go on then. Get to know each other today, since you'll be running around with each other over the next few weeks. Show some manners. Name, when and where you're from and somewhere you want to visit."

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Worf stood at attention. And glared at any ducks that tried to come near him.

"I like your strategy," Cal commented, and finding himself drifting over toward the guy with the face, mostly because his own attempts at exactly the strategy would have likely resulted in an unfortunate amount of duck bites.

"Ducks are not a worthy opponent," Worf stated gruffly. "I see no reason to deal with them."

"But they have teeth," Cal pointed out. "And they're blue."

Clearly, that was enough for the Doctor to think they're worthy.

"That one might really be teal, though, actually."

Cal needed to stop talking to people.

"They are ducks," Worf said pushing one away with his foot. "There is no honor in fighting small waterfowl."

"There might be if you still need something for dinner," Cal pointed out. "Duck's tasty. I don't know about blue duck, but...And people hunt waterfowl for game all the time. People stuff them and mount them on the wall like trophies. I bet they'd beg to differ."

"That is hunting," Worf clarified in a gruff tone. "And clearly there is no danger to this hunt."

"Right, but you said there's no pride to be had," Cal shrugged. "I'm just saying there's a few gamesmen out there who might disagree."

One of the ducks seemed to be waddling Cal's way; Cal lightly edged a bit behind the guy with the face, and wondered if light smattering of pink glitter was something that attracted blue ducks. He hoped not.

"Those are gamesmen," Worf stated gruffly. "I am Klingon."

Hey, it makes sense to Worf...

"What Klingon?" An innocent question, hopefully, as Cal lifted his foot and bounced back a little to avoid one of the ducks trying to nip at his shoes.

Worf pushed another duck away with his foot. "We are an alien race," he explained. "Warriors."

"Cool," Cal said; his attention was mostly into putting his foot forward and then yanking it back when the duck tried to bite at it. "Is the...uhhh..face thing a trait of your race?"

"Yes," Worf replied gruffly. "Why wouldn't it be?"

Cal shrugged. "People have all sorts of deformities; you never know..."

"In the future deformities are usually taken care of before a child comes to term," Worf said again pushing the same duck away with his foot. "Or at least that's what some humans do."

Persistent little buggers. Cal was a little fascinated by the fact that the duck was still trying. Tried to focus, anyway, because of the discomfort starting to creep up, making him wish he hadn't say anything. He tried to think, instead, of how the duck might respond if he thought he was about to be stepped on.

"What if you don't notice it," he had to ask, "before then?" He reminded himself that 'in the future' they had a lot better technology than a half-blind family doctor, but...maybe his deformity was something even better technology couldn't pick up on at first.

"Most diseases and deformities can be handled by any member of the medical profession," Worf said now give the duck a more force shove with his boot. "Again... mostly for humans. For Klingons, medical science is not that advanced."

"So, what happens if someone's born with, I don't know, a flat forehead, or something?" Cal asked. The Doctor did say he wanted them to get to know each other, right? "I mean, for Klingons. And, you know, I think that duck really likes you, man."

Worf glared at Cal. "That does not happen."

Well there was the augment thing but that is not discussed with outsiders.

Cal...definitely swallowed hard at that glare. "Right. Got it. Sorry for asking..."

"You did not know," Worf said seeing Cal's reaction. "You are not aware of our race. It is not important."

Yeah, clearly, because people responded to unimportant things like that. Cal shook his head a bit, taking a few steps back and then moving forward; he drew back his leg, and brought it forward as if to kick one of the ducks, but stopped short, and then just ruffled a hand through his hair.

He wanted a cigarette, which sucked, because he'd been doing really well this week.

"So. Ducks."

One of the ducks had snuck up to Worf when he wasn't paying attention and nipped him hard in the shin.

Worf promptly kicked him across the pond.

"I've heard they can be delicious," he said attempting to be humorous.

"Nice kick!" Cal complimented the guy with the face with approval, although he knew he himself could probably never kick a duck, much less kick it that well. "And normal ones are. I have no idea about blue ones." He frowned at one nipping at his foot again. "I'm not curious enough to bother finding out."

"These ducks are holographic," Worf replied gruffly. "I doubt there are blue ducks on this planet."

He looked carefully at Cal. "I am Worf," he said.

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