julian bashir arrives on cardassia speaking a very mismatch of classical high kardassi. straight up the equivalent of someone speaking like they learned english by reading anything between chaucer and sheakespeare and beowulf.
he's using thee and thou with old-fashioned class-denominating pronouns every which way. he's making grandiloquent statements as per a character in a classical cyclical epic. an expected shipment of red leaf tea is late and he recites the final tragic act of the neverending sacrifice like it's a normal oh shucks kinda thing.
no one can tell if he's messing with them or not. no one in his team wants to tell upper management the one to point out the guy in charge of their local federation relief aid chapter attends his patients with the traditional phrases for offering succor in ancient hebitian poetry.
does it count as dissident ancient hebitian poetry these days? no one wants to venture a guess.
for one thing, this is their weird federation aid doctor and at least he's already properly trained in cultural norms, more or less, even if he does eat rudely fast and he does keep comparing a well-done surgery to the blooming structure of the kanar bush rather floridly.
for another, his husband's in charge of the local textile warehouse and you don't want to get on the bad side of someone who is in charge of clothing the whole district and wields a pair of scissors like he does.
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