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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 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.

Cal really couldn't help laughing a little at the observation. "You're talking to a guy who turned into a pony last weekend, don't talk to me about how there might not be blue ducks. I'm not taking anything for granted."

"Name's Cal. Good to meet you."

"Likewise," Worf said dryly. "So. A pony."

"Yup." Cal nodded. "A pony."

He figured Worf really didn't need to know about the sparkly wings.

"I got better."

"Really," Worf said dryly. "I hadn't noticed."

Cal grinned. "You got that wry humor bit down pay, man, I'm impressed."

"If you say so," Worf replied.

Just before kicking another duck across the pond.

Well. They were hologram ducks, weren't they?

Cal reared a leg back and swung it forward, this time follow through to give his own duck a nice little boot.

"Whatever happened to honor?" he teased.

"I'm not battling them," Worf grunted. "Merely... enabling their relocation."

That got another grin. "Good point; not like they're putting up," KICK, "a fight."

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