Office Hours, Astronomy

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Office Hours
Professor Jadzia Dax, Astronomy
MW 3-6 PM or by Appointment

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Dax hung the sign outside of her office, then rearranged yet another pile of papers, determined to make the space more presentable. It was going about as well as one would expect.

She was wearing her uniform, for the first time in over two months. That morning, rooting through her closet, Dax had come to two realizations: First, that so much time had passed since wearing said uniform, and second, that she hadn’t noticed. No one could blame her, certainly. There were classes to plan, teas to host, and roommates to bother. She was settling into her new role as a professor, and that was perfectly understandable.

And somewhat terrifying. Still, she could mull over all of those things outside of work. She sat down, awaiting any students who  would care to learn.

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"Although he does make really fantastic coffee," she confesses, with a laugh.

Her smile is broader than it usually is, at that, and she nods and her voice is warm. "For all it is or isn't, I wouldn't give it up for the world."

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"I'm sure they feel the same way about you." She smiled, crossing her arms. "After all, there aren't many Toshiko Satos to go around." And since Tosh was such a genius, it couldn’t hurt to ask...

"Tosh." Dax looked very serious, and reached for a notebook. "What’s a Xenu (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1312340.html?thread=66758996#t66758996)? I can’t tell if it’s a warrior princess (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1313092.html?thread=66798916#t66798916), or a very gifted poet (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1315300.html?thread=66983908#t66983908). I feel like I might be missing something. And while we're on it, what exactly is a warrior princess? Is it some sort of military title?"

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"I hope so." She gave Jadzia a little smile -- a trace of something odd in there -- but then it flickered full on and she laughed.

"Oh no, don't tell me someone's asked you to take a personality test." She covered her mouth with one hand. "And a warrior princess... I'd have to show you. It's entertainment, not military."

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"Personality test?" Dax scanned over the rest of her Xenu-related notes with frown. Trying to stay connected with today's youth was more trouble than it was worth. "No one's mentioned anything of the sort. Earth religion is incredibly confusing." She sighed and scratched her head. "Maybe Jesus has some input? We're having tea next week."

"Entertainment? What’s entertaining about a warrior princess?" Honestly, kids these days.

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"It's how they hook you in. They give you a rigged personality test to tell you everything that's wrong with you, then they have you pay money to... oh goodness, I'll get you a book on Scientology. It's an absolute mess." She made a little face and then blinked. "... you're having tea with Jesus?"

This place was just... inexplicable.

"A beautiful dark-haired, pale-eyed woman in skintight leather armor and knee boots fighting, sweating, and running about the landscape flashing thigh? I, for one, own the DVDs."

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"A book would be great, if you don't mind." Books were lovely. Books, she understood. "Apparently! Ah Derek and his paramour, Ms. Swan, will also be in attendance. At first, I was under the impression that Ah Derek was Xenu, but I've started to reevaluated my position on that matter. He's still a very talented poet, though."

"Oh." Blink. "Fair enough!"

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"Of course not. They're actually a little scary, the Scientologists. Forewarned is forearmed, right?" Ah Derek? Ms Swan? No idea. "Yes, but... Jesus? He's here?" That answers that, really.

"Want to borrow those, too? They're rather fun little adventure stories, even before the leather."

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"Exactly!" She nodded enthusiastically. "That seems to be the case. I hope he likes scones."

"Certainly! For research purposes, of course." Fangirl in disguise!

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"You realize you're sort of shaking the foundations of what faith I have left."

She smirked. "You're going to be a Xena fan. No question. I rather like Gabrielle myself, but some people find her a bit whiny."

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"Personally, I find a love of baked goods quite affirming. If Jesus didn't like scones, I'd think you people were worshipping a false god!" Of course, she had no guarantee that the all-powerful being did, in fact, enjoy a nice buttered scone. Ah, well. Cross that bridge when you come to it,

"Oh, I have a higher tolerance for 'whiney' than most." She couldn't help but think of poor Julian. Or Quark, if the replicator was on the fritz!

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"... all right," she admitted, with a laugh. "You have a point." Who didn't love a nice hot scone?

"Then you'll like her." She smiled mischeviously. "Just be prepared for historical inaccuracy like you wouldn't believe."

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"Well that won't be a problem! My knowledge of earth history is absolutely laughable. Just the other day, I accidentally misinformed a student that the Greeks were responsible for the 12 month calendar, and not the Babylonians." She sighed. "It was very embarrassing."

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((Mine does that ALL THE TIME.))

Oh, Jadzia. For a moment Tosh really was endlessly fond of the woman, and she only barely kept from laughing a little. "I'm sure the student forgave you."

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"I offered a private study session to break down the differences between the two civilizations as pertains to the field of Astrology." She smiled, aware at least of her nerdishoverzealous nature. "Surprisingly, they declined."

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"I would have taken you up on it." She grinned.