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When Worf awoke, he was surprised to find various communications from the Enterprise. While he was aware that in that timeline he was a fellow officer he did not expect them to know so much of his private life.

An additional surprise was a package that had arrived as gift from Commander Riker along with a note saying that he had picked it up while on an officer exchange program with a Klingon Battle Cruiser.

Worf responded to the greetings with a polite note, including a thank you to Commander Riker for the gift even though it was inappropriate to provide alcoholic beverages to teenagers.

He then embarked on the traditional hunt that he always took on this day returning to the cabin with cleaned and dressed venison roast that was now roasting over the campfire ring.

Various other dishes left over from the multi-cultural fair were also available as the venison roast finished cooking as well as a few bottles of Romulan Ale.

If it wasn't for the fact that this was Worf, people might think he was throwing a small party.

Yes. One might think that.

[Today is Worf's birthday so... kind of a party. Not that he'd admit that it is his birthday to anyone. Yes. Open.]
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The fire was lit, and Leto was heating water for spice coffee while chewing on some bread and dried fruit. It wasn't much of a meal, really, and he did consider finding something more filling in a while. Still, sitting here and watching the flames was comfortable enough, and soon the cinnamon scent of spice mingled with that of coffee, which always reminded him of home.

[open!]


[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com
Liir had been playing his usual game of avoidance for the weekend and thus decided to do something about it.

That was why he was out with a lit fire, putting sticks into the ground around the fire with a few different kinds of sausages, hoping to provide a little lunch and maybe, just maybe, see people. He wasn't worried about the sausages, even though he wasn't that hungry.

Makejoy, growing girl that she was, looked as if she'd eat every last one if no one came.

[open like a fire!]

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