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[flashedglass]

[Clarissa has spent a lot of time familiarizing herself with the station, her room and the technology. but most of all...]

Q said we had a week before the outsiders are able to get communications thought the weird field around the station. What did he call them? Chroniton particles?

Has anyone found much about these "interested parties"?

I know that one of them, the Cardassians used to run this station, they sound unpleasant, but there's a lot to dig through and I haven't cracked the password on the Commander's Logs yet. I'm sure those will tell us a lot more.

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[flashedglass]

[She gets up to allow Tiffany to take her place, pleased that the women agrees with her regarding Q, though she suspects they aren't the only two who wish to take Q down a peg or two.]

Here, this is the console. I can see entries, but can't access them.

[She takes a few steps away to allow the woman room to work, looking for pictures, books, or anything that might help them crack the password. She sees a picture of a man, with a boy, perhaps his son? Had they been here together? Would they be missing each other? Should she even care?]

[whereitends]

Thanks.

Hm. (The woman, takes a very cautious seat, gives the screen a pointed look, and then began to get to work. Her eyes fell onto the screen, then onto the...keyboard - though she couldn't be sure what it was called, it looked much different than what she was used to - and then she carefully began to place her fingers onto the "keys". It takes a moment but then she finds a comfortable rhythm for navigating the system and her eyes do not have to look where her fingers are going but instead on the screen. It takes a bit before the first entry is unlocked, she has to assume that it wasn't going to hold much useful information if it was that easy to access, then she moves on to the next.

Eventually, she asks.)

What do you think of this? Being stuck here. On this ship? (She then softly adds,) I... get the feeling that working with some background noise might make this easier. I'm used to a bit of chaos anyway. So, if you don't want to answer that, then just talk, I guess...

[flashedglass]

[Oh, talking, yes, she could do that. Plenty of people needed conversation, or voices or music to focus, to center, to calm. Clarissa could do that.]

Umm...Stuck here, or stuck where I was, doesn't really make a huge difference to me. I mean, sure I want to go back home, who doesn't but...

[Prophecies didn't matter here, right? She didn't like prophecies, best to leave them behind.]

I don't know, maybe there's an opportunity here?

[whereitends]

This sounds terrible for me to say, but I have to wonder if I feel the same way as you or if I would be alright with staying a while longer...

(She frowns and her typing becomes more rapid. This entry would take a while to access, but it seemed as if she was making process considering the advanced system. That was a good thing. It meant she wouldn't have to focus on her words as much, the questions might not even come. She wonders if she is saying too much. She had always been guarded and said as little as needed. It was easier to just not speak, to let things be used against you in one way for another. She sighed. She couldn't even admit that whole thing about it sometimes being better to just ask for forgiveness even worked.

She bites her lip for a moment then nods.

She can't argue with the possibility of there being an opportunity of some kind, but it was too early to say for sure.)

I have a family, but since I woke up here... maybe it's just easier to focus on what needs to be done than on thinking about people who should be doing fine. But, it feels funny because I don't... (Her expression slightly changed to slightly pained. Then;)

It would be better without the Q problem, though...

[flashedglass]

[She listens to the woman type away, and when Tiffany speaks she processes perhaps more than the woman would like. She had a family, but seemed uncertain if she should worry about them. Perhaps the two of them were alike in that somehow. She never really wondered about the sisters since she fled, but some of them has been kind to her.

Yes. Q. The man with the powers of a God, but none of the restraint. Not that she liked the gods in her world either, but at least they kept to themselves for the most part.]

Yeah, I could really do without his ego...It looks like the commander has a son, maybe I can get his name somehow, possible password?

[whereitends]

It's worth a try. A lot of people do use the names of family or pets as passwords. Might want to try finding a birthdate or some sort of number that seems important... not sure what the policies for that sort of thing would be here, but it never stopped people from making them easy to crack before.

(Tiffany makes a face after returning to the screen. Then she glances at her and gives her a thoughtful look before continuing.)

Well, I have a few things opened, but I have the feeling that the things we really need are going to take a while... but it might be worth checking these out in case anything useful is in there somewhere. Maybe his son's name or something that could be used as a password. (Then she begins to tap away some more.)

I can send them to you. (After a moment, the first of them should appear on the pad.)

A lot of it looks very... well, routine. We'd need to look into them still. Having a full picture of a normal day can't hurt to have. There might be information on the status of things around here, what needs to be repaired, what we can and can't do... anything helps.

[flashedglass]

Hmmm. Clarissa suddenly brights as if an idea has crossed her mind.

"Hey, Computer," she begins, "Where is Commander Sisko's son?"

"I'm sorry, Jake does not seem to be anywhere on the station." The computer swiftly replies.

"Jake huh," she grins, looking at Tiffany, "Try 'Jake' for the ones you can't get into."

While Tiffany tries that, Clarissa looks at her padd, tapping and scolling through what the woman has unlocked so far.

"Ok, so this was a Bajoran station that was occupied by the Cardassians, and then....The Federation took it over as a base with the permission of the Bajoran people..."

Hmmm. Complicated indeed.