#t. continuing

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[[ semi-plotted starter for @7thd00r

Despite his extensive worries and his initial determination to only allow one Star Fleet representative aboard his station, Odo had, eventually, relented and allowed a small delegation. That had been several weeks ago, and he'd been surprised to find that the members of the first delegation had no idea who he was. They also seemed to lack any knowledge of or ingrained negative reaction to the Dominion, though several had been able to pull up information when they looked and had seemed concerned by what they found. That trend has not continued for long. The more recent groups to board the station were formed of people who, Odo gathered, had had a more traditional experience with their history. They were more wary, as a whole, and rightly so. His people were just as wary of them. He just wished he knew what they actually wanted, past cultural exchange.

Odo kept an active eye on the visitors whenever they were aboard. This was based in curiosity, primarily, but also in a healthy protective instinct for those under his care. He watched as one of the visitors, a doctor, spoke with one of his geneticists, but didn't interfere until she began to look anxious to continue her work. Then he stepped into the space, pushed her back towards her station with a gentle touch and a telepathic reassurance, and offered the young man a bland smile. "Yelis has assignments to attend to. Perhaps I could interest you in another area of the station."

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[[semi-plotted starter for @sixthweyoun

Vel developed slowly. For nearly three years, they existed as a small blob, experiencing the emotions and curiosity any baby did, only imitating anything for a few minutes at a time, and not with much coherence. It took another several years for them to pick up on the notion of language, as a part of telepathic communication. They had been in Odo and Weyoun's care for over a decade when they first made themself a complete humanoid form. There was an extra tail, and a couple missing fingers, but it was very clearly a bipedal form. One based on Vorta if the coloring was any indication. They toddled their way to Weyoun, unused to moving like that, then they took his hand in theirs to express their pride and excitement, closely followed by their hopeful curiosity about his reaction.

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starter for @sixthweyoun because eir playlist gave me too many feelings again

Weyoun was reaching the end of his life. Odo could see this--had been seeing this for many months now--and yet he could do absolutely nothing to stop it. Vanath could no longer find anything specific to heal, because Weyoun's body had just... gotten old. The helplessness Odo felt in response to this was indescribable.

Slowly, he reached out and ran his fingers through Weyoun's faded hair. He'd always been physically affectionate with his attendant, but even so, he'd been doing that especially often lately, just to feel him, still alive, still here.

For now.

"Are you warm enough?" he asked, fussing again in a reversal of their usual roles that neither of them particularly cared for.

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[[ semi-plotted starter for @admiralchristopherpike

Despite his extensive worries and his initial determination to only allow one Star Fleet representative aboard his station, Odo had, eventually, relented and allowed a small delegation. That had been several weeks ago, and he'd been surprised to find that the members of the delegation had no idea who he was. They also seemed to lack any knowledge of or ingrained negative reaction to the Dominion, though several had been able to pull up information when they looked and had seemed concerned by what they found. Several more had reacted negatively to their first glimpse of natural shapeshifting. Those individuals had been swiftly uninvited, but others had come, and though this didn’t surprise him, very few of them kept their opinions to themselves. Which was how Odo had ended up speaking to Captain Pike.

"In the last four days, Captain, my people have been forced to arrest eight of your crew members. In the previous four years, only nine visitors have ended up in a similar position. I was very clear, when you first contacted us, that interference in our laws or customs would not be permitted. Many of my family would now like to revoke what few privileges I have granted. What would you have me tell them?"

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[[ plotted starter for @sixthweyoun

Odo had never felt more alone or heartbroken, than he had in the time between Weyoun's body falling lifeless in his arms and now, where he could see his new one. Losing his companion to death, no matter how temporary, had felt very much like losing a large part of his matrix, if not worse, and the clinical, emotionless process of the cloning center hadn't helped anything. However, he wasn't about to let his pain stand in the way of providing as smooth a reentry into life as possible for his favorite solid.

He arranged himself into the form Weyoun would find most familiar, took both of his hands, and squeezed gently--a sign of his presence and attention, whether or not Weyoun was ready to receive it. Any moment now, he'd awaken. He was so young. Odo remembered him being this young before, of course, but it had been so long ago, and to see it now... It ached, just a little. Maybe a lot.

Eyes cracked open, and Odo smiled widely, doing his very best to be reassuring. "Hello, Weyoun." His voice had never been warmer. He had rarely felt so sad. He had rarely felt so hopeful. "Welcome back. Do you know where you are?"

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@sixthweyoun hit the <3 for a starter from Odo’s guardian

They had already heard much about this particular Vorta. From their young charge, because he was worried about them undoing the work he was attempting to do to build her confidence, and from Weyoun, when they had questioned him. Still, they did like to see these things for themself, if only for amusement’s sake. They gave her four days to adjust to life aboard their ship, then he made his way to the small medical bay to search her out.

Even given Weyoun’s descriptions, they weren’t expecting Vanath to be so faultlessly polite. After all, the child had rather unusual tastes in Vorta behavior, and he had been the one to insist on bringing her on their little adventure. The Founder smiled just slightly and, after two long moments, bent to lightly touch her hair. Rise, Vanath.

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[[ semi-plotted starter for @sixthweyoun from my Founder OC

Reluctant as they remained to curb the young one's desire to explore as he wished, Odo was so certain that he knew everything, and they had gotten into yet another argument which sent the child stomping off to sulk rather than focusing on the exercises that would work to secure the sense of self he was so fond of. They watched him, for a long moment, but then they folded their hands comfortably behind their back and turned to his attendant.

"Weyoun." They still spoke aloud fairly infrequently--enough that the Vorta was likely to be somewhat startled--but his charge's attendant was a convenient solid to practice with. "Rest. Or walk with me, if you desire."

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[[ plotted starter for @sixthweyoun featuring my Founder oc

When Odo stepped out of the Link, the very first thing he saw was Weyoun. That, at least, was as it should be. He knew he didn't have long before his new guardian made their way out after him, so he didn't have the luxury of time. No, he had to be absolutely certain this was who it was supposed to be now. Odo took three steps toward his attendant, then, without a word, turned him to see the back of his neck.

Then he practically melted with relief, his whole form softening. Much more gently, he turned Weyoun around to face him, then set a hand against his cheek. My good and faithful servant. "There's been a change of plans," he shared. "We're to have company, for our journey back to the station." And as if on cue, another changeling stepped from the Link, modeling their own appearance on Odo's memories of Bajorans. It was impossible to identify a gender from their presentation, but they could be identified as well past middle age and stern. One might have pegged them as a politician, based on dress. They looked doubtfully at Odo and Weyoun, then began to move toward the little ship, obviously without any patience for the flights of fancy that inspired the young to spend so much time reassuring and explaining.

Odo watched them go with annoyance and dismay, before turning back to Weyoun. "Did anyone harm you, in my absence?" Even as he asked, he was digging into his memories to check for himself.