Afterparty

[latinumsbetter]

[After Zvei walks down into the earth and it closes over his head, and Typhon gives his goodbye...the Phantasmal Bar finally flickers out of existence. Quark breathes out a slow breath.]

Alright. The bar downstairs is going to be open. Stop in. [That is not a request.]

Riful, let's see what we can do about that thing you need.

[He'll give Leb a squeeze--before she detaches from him. He makes eye contact at least once with all of his employees, and then he turns and walks out of the Arena. So...post trial, the bar downstairs is once again open. The employees are around at different times, and Quark is once again behind the bar. There’s been several of the extra togas gathered and folded to be used as blankets. There's food and drinks and places to sit and think or talk or whatever one would like to do.

There are two more drinks that are made and sit just behind the counter to accompany with the other two that are usually remade and replaced every day.

The door is open.]

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[pariunt]

[He stares at the little figurines, and the kit, with great interest.]

What are you making?

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark glances up at that, blinking once] Huh?

[he looks down at the box at his side] Oh, this? [he closes his hand around the figurines and tucks them inside his jacket] This is a model of the space station that my bar is on. [he's reaching out to pick it up, setting it in his lap]

[pariunt]

[Apparently, he's fine with ignoring the figurines. He doesn't really get it, anyway. So he focuses on all of the other parts.]

What's a space station?

[Let's start with that, because Astarion has absolutely no idea what that means.]

[latinumsbetter]

Oh. [Quark blinks, a little surprised. Yes, alright, it's not unusual here that someone doesn't know about it, but he's talked about space and being on a space station often enough in meetings or public spaces. He supposes he sometimes forgets that other people don't play as close attention to the conversations of others as he does.]

It's, uh, a big structure that people live on out in space. [he gestures to the ceiling] Among the stars and all that.

[pariunt]

[Astarion nods.]

I... see.

[He does not see. The very idea is clearly fantastical to him. But he is clearly interested.]

To live in such a place, it must have taken an incredibly long time to build those structures.

[latinumsbetter]

Eh, maybe. Honestly I dunno how long it took the Cardassians to build it, though it's under Federation and Starfleet command right now.