"Well, all the Starfleet officers on this ship passed through here, once," Julian responds--confirmation that he, too, studied here. "I was at Starfleet Medical most of the time--it's that hospital, over there--but I also took command and a few engineering classes."
Julian smiles. "Actually, the Julian Bashir native to this timeline is still here. In the middle of medical school, at that."
Q causes paradoxes just by existing, it seems.
Just off-campus there's a small hole in the wall coffee house--literally, 'Hole in the Wall' is it's name--and Julian leads the way inside. The interior is dim and cozy, cushioned chairs and old tables scattered around, people engaged in quiet conversation.
"Feel free to get something if you like, by the way. The simulation also utilizes the replicators, so it's real enough." Julian takes himself up on that, getting a chai tea and a scone, and there's an empty table in the back he steers them toward once Dylan is done at the counter.
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Julian smiles. "Actually, the Julian Bashir native to this timeline is still here. In the middle of medical school, at that."
Q causes paradoxes just by existing, it seems.
Just off-campus there's a small hole in the wall coffee house--literally, 'Hole in the Wall' is it's name--and Julian leads the way inside. The interior is dim and cozy, cushioned chairs and old tables scattered around, people engaged in quiet conversation.
"Feel free to get something if you like, by the way. The simulation also utilizes the replicators, so it's real enough." Julian takes himself up on that, getting a chai tea and a scone, and there's an empty table in the back he steers them toward once Dylan is done at the counter.