So, what do you think of the O'Briens' plan
to name their baby Sean?
Well, I kind of like it.
Sean... has a nice ring to it.
Except that in Bajoran sean means "swamp."
Do the O'Briens know that?
I doubt it.
Someone should tell them.
I nominate you.
Morning.
Neck bothering you again?
It's... it's just a muscle pull.
What is that?
The eighth muscle pull this month?
Actually, I believe Commander Dax has been treated
for seven muscle pulls
two contusions and three cracked ribs.
The only person who's spent more time in the Infirmary
over the past few weeks is... Commander Worf.
Isn't there any way the... the two of you could, uh...
uh, you know...
Make love?
Without injuring yourselves?
Interspecies romance isn't without its danger.
That's part of the fun.
Maybe we'll have better luck on Risa.
Risa?
I thought you and Worf
were taking your vacation on Earth.
That was his suggestion.
I changed his mind.
From what I hear
Risa make the Hoobishan Baths look like a monastery.
I hope they have a good hospital.
I can't believe
you actually convinced Worf to go to a pleasure planet.
He must really be loosening up.
I hadn't noticed it.
Come to think of it, neither have I.
Oh, no, he's still the same old Worf.
Prune juice, extra large.
See what I mean?
Worf.
Captain, Constable...
Commander.
Uh, Dax said... you were going to Risa.
Did she?
Well, it's no secret.
Apparently not.
You must be looking forward to it.
I'm looking forward to spending some time alone
with Lieutenant Commander Dax.
Isn't he sweet?
We have much to discuss.
About what?
It is a private matter.
Oh.
Worf's upset
because I had lunch with Captain Boday.
The Gallamite?
His skull is transparent.
And if you couldn't see his brains
would it make you feel any better?
It is not proper for you to have lunch
with an ex-Iover while we are together.
We were just talking.
You have to learn to trust me a little more.
I do trust you.
I do not trust Captain Boday.
Well...
I can see it's going to be quite a trip.
Well, the two of you have to tell us
all about it when you get back.
I am sure she will.
I do not see why you feel the need to talk
about our personal lives to other people.
And I don't see why you feel the need
to control my every move.
And they're not other people.
Benjamin and Odo are my friends.
Jadzia.
Hey.
Worf.
We've been looking for you.
Um, I've been thinking about this trip
you're taking to Risa.
He's a friend, too.
Julian and I were talking it over
and we'd like to come along...
if that's all right.
Actually, we were hoping
to spend some time alone together.
Oh, you'll have it.
Oh, once we get to Risa, you won't even see us.
There's no harm in sharing a runabout.
I suppose not.
Oh! Thank you so much!
I'm going to go pack.
Commander...
Do not hug me.
I promise we'll keep out of your hair.
Good.
Because we have much to discuss.
I really wish I was going with you.
Dax and I had some great times on Risa.
Curzon Dax.
Curzon.
Of course.
Have fun.
It's about time you got here.
The rest of us were ready to leave an hour ago.
What is he doing here?
I've always wanted to go to Risa
and this seemed like a perfect opportunity.
He wouldn't give me any time off
unless we promised to take him with us.
I hope this isn't going to be a problem.
Why should it be a problem?
We're going to have a wonderful time.
Now, if you don't mind, Risa awaits.
Sorry.
Jadzia...
I know, I know.
We have much to discuss.
Let's see... that's a Tarkalean tea for you
a raktajino for you
and an extra large prune juice.
Leeta, you're on vacation, not at Quark's.
You don't have to serve us.
Oh, it gives me something to do.
Space travel's so dull.
Have you ever noticed how all stars look the same?
Excuse me...
but I believe I ordered a snail juice...
hand-squeezed.
Get it yourself.
I'm on vacation.
How much longer till we get there?
Another six hours.
Six hours?
Tell the Ferengi to return to his cabin.
You call that a cabin?
It's a cot and a waste disposal unit.
It's so small even I can't stand up in there.
Look... I'm developing a slouch.
Tell the Ferengi to return to his cabin now.
Quark...
What's he going to do?
Turn around and take me home?
Ruin everyone's vacation?
Coming about.
Setting course for Deep Space 9.
Okay, okay.
You made your point.
I'm going.
But first, I have a little present for everyone.
One for you.
And one for you.
And one for you.
And none for you.
What's this?
It's a Horga'hn.
A Risian fertility symbol.
Displaying one to the locals
indicates you're seeking jamaharon.
What's jamaharon?
I'll show you later.
Oh.
Look.
They like each other.
I think I'm going to be sick.
All right. I'm going.
Me, too.
Going? Where?
I'm going to change into something more comfortable.
You don't think I'm going to beam down to Risa
dressed like this, do you?
That's a good idea.
When in Rome...
Oh!
I can't believe we finally made it.
Well, enjoy your vacation.
Mmm. We will.
Time to test these babies out.
Ladies...
You seek jamaharon?
I seek whatever you've got.
All that is ours is yours.
I'll take it.
Aren't you uncomfortable in that uniform?
Starfleet uniforms are designed for comfort
even in the most extreme environments.
Well, you look out of place.
I mean, look around you.
Isn't it beautiful?
It is an artificially created paradise
maintained by the most elaborate weather control system
in the Federation.
In its natural state, Risa is nothing more
than a rain-soaked, geologically unstable jungle.
Maybe so
but the only dark cloud I see around here is you.
I did not come here to admire the scenery.
If you say so.
I guess we should just go home.
Well, maybe...
I would not be so hasty.
I take it the scenery has improved.
A few months ago
when I was commanding the Defiant
on a scouting mission in the Gamma Quadrant
we encountered a protostar cluster...
a swirling mass of color, set against a background
of glowing clouds and burning sky.
It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen...
until now.
I've got to take you on vacation more often.
Dax, is that you?
Arandis.
I was wondering if you were still here.
Oh!
Not only am I still here, I have been promoted.
I'm Chief Facilitator for the entire Temtibi Lagoon.
Worf, this is Arandis.
A friend of Curzon's.
She and Curzon spent a lot of time together
on his last trip here.
We had a wonderful time together...
until I killed him.
Killed him?!
Death by jamaharon.
I suppose there are worse ways to go.
Trust me, he died happy.
He was such a sweet old man.
I will take your word for it.
It's so good to see you again, Dax.
Your new host is very attractive.
Thank you.
I'd like to think so.
You haven't aged a day.
Ah... Risa's been very kind to me.
Come, let me show you around.
Maybe later.
Of course.
All that is ours is yours.
Thank you.
But we have everything we need.
That wasn't very nice.
Why? Is there something of hers you want?
Arandis was Curzon's lover, not mine.
I hope you remember that.
You're still angry about Captain Boday.
If I am angry, it is because
you do not take our relationship seriously.
Worf, we just got here.
Do we have to start arguing again?
If you were a Klingon woman, we would already be married.
In case you haven't noticed, I am not a Klingon woman.
That is no excuse.
I have been loyal to you and I expect you to be loyal
to me in return.
I have been loyal to you
but I'm not going to let you run my life.
I'm not trying to run your life.
Then I'm going to go
and have a big glass of icoberry juice.
That is a mistake.
You are allergic to icoberry juice.
It makes your...
spots itch.
But I like the taste.
Fine. Have as much icoberry juice as you like
but it is still a mistake.
But it is my mistake to make.
Now, why don't you go up to our room
and put on your bathing suit so we can swim in the lagoon?
As you wish.
Enter.
I hope I'm not disturbing you, Lieutenant Commander.
My name is Pascal Fullerton.
I'm the chairman of the New Essentialists Movement.
I'm not familiar with that organization.
We're dedicated to restoring
the moral and cultural traditions of the Federation.
This is a statement of our principles.
But if you would like to hear more
we're holding a rally later this afternoon.
On Risa?
What better place?
This world revels in the kind of self-indulgence
that's eroding the foundations of Federation society.
We intend to shut it down.
I really wish you'd stop reading that.
I would not dismiss Fullerton so quickly.
His analysis of recent Federation history
is both insightful and disturbing.
What's really disturbing
is that you're still wearing your uniform.
It would not hurt you to read this.
Mmm...
mmm!
Well, the truth is
not everyone can be a dabo girl.
First of all
you have to be able to wear the clothes
and believe me, that's not easy.
You have to be able
to calculate odds in your head very quickly
and most importantly
you need a very supple wrist...
like this.
Dabo.
...the end of the Federation
since the day it was founded.
Trust me. I know.
Oh, hi!
Leeta, what a surprise.
Care to join us?
We were just about to take a reyamilk soak.
Maybe later.
Worf. Worf.
That was not Dr. Bashir.
It's none of our business.
Are you defending her actions?
I am not defending anything
but it's not my business or yours.
Now, what do you say we go sign out
a couple of floaters and take in the sights?
I cannot.
The Essentialists are having a rally
and I plan to attend.
You're kidding.
You're not kidding.
Don't these people have anything better to do?
Perhaps you underestimate
the power of Fullerton's message.
The plot thickens.
And you were worried about Julian.
Why are he and Leeta not together?
I don't know, but don't jump to conclusions.
I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation.
This place is a bad influence on people.
Here for the show?
I would not call it a show.
Really? I find Mr. Fullerton very entertaining.
He seems pretty determined
to discourage people from coming here.
Risa receives millions of visitors every year.
And all of them leave happier than when they've arrived.
I don't see how one man
no matter how determined, can change that.
Kahless fought off an entire army at Three Turn Bridge
and he was only one man.
Fullerton and his Essentialists
have been here for about a month
and no matter how many speeches he gives
the water's still warm, and the wind still smells sweet.
But, if he's enjoying himself, who are we to discourage him?
That's right.
Take a good look.
I can only imagine what you must think of me...
a middle-aged, ponderous academic
sweating under the hot Risian suns
wasting his time telling you things
you don't want to hear.
But you know what I see when I look at you?
Children...
pampered, spoiled children.
For some reason, the citizens of the Federation
have come to believe
that they are entitled to lives of ease...
I may be wrong
but didn't he just insult us?
If you want something to eat, you get it from a replicator.
If you want amusement, you go to a holosuite
and if you need protection, you call for Starfleet.
But someday...
someday soon
you're going to have to learn to take care of yourselves
because if I see you as helpless children
then how do you think the Borg see you?
Or the Romulans or the Klingons or the Dominion?
These empires look at the Federation
and they see a prize...
a prize that we have forgotten how to protect
and if we don't change our ways
they're going to take it from us.
Mr. Fullerton has quite a flair for the dramatic.
Does he really believe that?
I think he does.
...and re-embrace
the kind of hard work
that built the Federation in the first place.
Or we can lie here napping in the sun
until we wake up
with Jem'Hadar guns to our heads.
The choice is ours.
Heaven help us if we make the wrong one.
What are you talking about?
Come on, Worf, this sounds like nonsense.
I am merely observing
that the Klingons would never have attacked
had they not believed the Federation vulnerable.
Even now, since the changeling
was discovered on the Klingon High Council
most of my people continue to call for war
because they think they can win.
None of this has anything to do with Risa.
You cannot be certain of that.
All I know is
I've spent lifetimes defending the Federation
and I deserve a vacation every now and then.
Julian?
Oh, there you are.
I am so glad we came here.
I'm having the most wonderful time.
I told you this was just what we needed.
Mmm...
Something wrong?
It's nothing.
You two dishonor each other with your actions.
Do you know what he's talking about?
You mean... we didn't tell you why we came here?
We're conducting the Rite of Separation.
It's an old Bajoran custom.
When a couple separates
they spend several days celebrating their parting.
It's a way to remember all the good times
and to seek out new opportunities.
A very wise and ancient culture.
You know, Julian, I don't think
I've completely gotten you out of my system yet.
I know exactly what you mean.
Excuse us.
Um, we have a few... details to work out.
Terminating a relationship
should not be taken so frivolously.
Not every relationship
has to end like a Klingon opera.
Oh, no, no.
Just the ones that are important.
Stay where you are.
On three.
One, two...
Wait.
That's enough.
Well... I hope we've proved our point.
The power cells are empty.
We have no intention of harming anyone.
I don't understand.
You think you're safe here in this "paradise" of yours
but you're not.
What if we had been Jem'Hadar
or Klingons or Romulans.
Hmm?
You'd be dead now.
Even you... Starfleet officers...
were lulled into a false sense of security.
If you could be taken unaware
what chance do the rest of us have?
The sad truth is
the galaxy is a hostile place.
Forget that, even for a moment, and you risk losing everything.
Just something for you
to think about while you wait for your desserts.
All right.
Come on, demonstration's over.
Move along, move along.
As a Starfleet officer, I have the authority
to arrest you for what you just did.
But that would be a waste of time.
We both know the Risians won't prosecute.
They don't have the courage for it.
Believe me, I wish they did.
Commander Worf...
what did you think of our little demonstration?
I cannot condone what you have done.
Maybe not...
but I do think you understand it.
I don't know about you, but it's past my bedtime.
We need to talk.
About the Essentialists?
No. About us.
Oh, I suppose you have another list of things I'm doing wrong.
I did not say you were doing anything wrong.
It's just that...
some of your behavior...
What about my behavior?
At times, you are too impulsive.
You-you act without thinking.
You have no self-control.
And you think I need you to control me?
Jadzia, you are my par'machkai
and that means everything you do reflects on me.
I'm sorry if I embarrass you.
I just need to know that you take this relationship
as seriously as I do.
And I just wish you'd relax a little
and let yourself enjoy what we have together.
Worf, I'm not going to change who I am.
Nor am I.
Well, at least we agree on something.
Why don't we go to bed?
You go.
I will be there shortly.
This place looks a lot better than it did last night.
I guess the Risians aren't as lethargic
as the Essentialists would like everyone to believe.
The Essentialists are wrong about many things.
What Mr. Fullerton could use is a little jamaharon.
No...
a lot of jamaharon.
I'd buy him a Horga'hn myself if I thought he'd take it.
It looks like he's not the only one
that could use some cheering up.
I've had better vacations.
Better than Risa?
I've never known a Klingon
who had a tougher time enjoying himself.
That's no reason for you not to have a good time.
Risa is famous for its diversions.
I wish it were that simple.
It was for Curzon Dax.
Yeah.
And I can tell
there's more than a little Curzon in you.
He loved this planet.
And Risa loved him.
Why don't I help you clean up?
All that is ours is yours.
Our paths have grown apart.
What was one is now two.
The time for sharing is over.
May the Prophets guide you
toward the path of happiness.
And may they walk with you always.
That's it?
That's it.
What were you expecting?
I was expecting fireworks.
Where's the anger?
The vicious name-calling?
The irrational accusations?
I never would have agreed to be a witness
if I'd known you were going to be so civil.
It's disgusting.
Personally, I think it was admirable...
no recriminations, no hurt feelings.
I don't think I've ever felt this good
about the end of a relationship.
Oh, I agree.
Now I can finally be honest about my feelings.
What... does that mean?
It's just...
in the past few months
I've been... thinking a lot about another man.
Ahh...
Let me get this straight.
While you were still dating Julian here
you were having fantasies about someone else?
I'd rather not discuss it now.
Oh, no, no, no, no. You brought it up.
You might as well tell me who it is.
Yes, do tell.
It's...
Me?
Your brother...
Rom.
My brother Rom?
His brother Rom?
He's so cute...
and very sexy.
"Cute"?
"Sexy"?
- Rom? - Rom?
Here.
You need this more than I do.
Just close your eyes and watch your body.
Let all the tension drain away.
Doesn't the clay feel good?
Wonderful.
Now pour your emotions into it.
Begin to mold it.
Feel the texture in your hands.
I do.
I feel it. I really do.
I knew you'd get it.
Dax.
Worf!
Worf?
I'm tired of giving speeches.
It's time we took action.
We've taken action... the raid on the solarium.
It'll be forgotten by tomorrow.
Mr. Worf?
You want to make people leave Risa...
I think I know a way.
I probably would have reacted the same way Worf did.
I mean, I know Arandis is Curzon's lover, not yours
but if I'd walked in on the two of you together, well...
trying to figure you out at any given time isn't easy.
I like that about her.
So do I.
It's the reason why I chased after her so long.
Would you two please
stop talking about me like I'm not here.
It's also the reason why I stopped chasing after her.
You're too much work.
Worf is the one who's too much work.
What you need is a Ferengi.
Maybe
but what I want is Worf.
Why?
Because he has the courage of a berserker cat
and he has the heart of a poet.
And the brain of a pigheaded idiot.
Yeah, sometimes.
Jadzia.
Any luck?
I'm afraid not.
None of the staff can find him
but I'm sure he'll turn up.
Well, no sense waiting around here for him.
I say we take some floaters up into the hills
and go skinny-dipping in the hot springs.
I never thought I'd say this
but I'm with Quark.
What was that?
Great. Just what we needed.
I thought it wasn't supposed to rain
in this part of Risa.
It's not.
Something must be wrong with the weather grid.
May I have your attention, please.
Obviously, the weather grid is experiencing
some type of malfunction
but I'm sure we'll be able to repair it soon.
No...
you won't.
You're responsible for this.
Oh, I authorized it, but it was not my idea.
It was mine.
Are you serious?
He's serious.
Worf, what did you do, build an uplink
so you could take control of the weather grid?
The grid has been deactivated.
It will take three or four days to restore the system
to normal operation.
During that time, the inhabitants of Risa
and their guests will experience
the planet's natural weather cycle.
And for most on Risa
that means rain, and plenty of it.
But why are you doing this?
Because Risa is an illusion
created by weather control systems
industrial replicators, seismic regulators.
If the Federation is going to survive
we're going to have to stop wasting our time with toys
and get back to the essentials.
I'm beginning to think there's no hope for that man.
Or for you, either, Mr. Worf.
Commander, with all due respect
are you out of your mind?
Oh, I think you will find me quite rational.
As rational as Klingons get, anyway.
Worf, this is wrong.
I disagree.
If Federation citizens cannot handle a little bad weather
how will they handle a Dominion invasion?
I have seen drier days on Ferenginar
and we have 178 different words for rain.
Right now, it's glebbening out there
and that's bad.
If you're so miserable, why don't you take your Horga'hn
and go find some company?
Have you taken a good look at the Risians lately?
They're even more depressed than the guests.
I'm trying to organize a game of hoverball.
Would either of you like to join us?
In the rain?
No, on one of the indoor courts.
Indoor hoverball.
That's just wrong.
I'll play.
Good. That makes one.
Having trouble
keeping the guests happy?
I've never heard so much complaining in my life.
Nobody came here to sit around in the rain.
It's not just the weather.
People are starting to complain about everything...
the rooms, the entertainment, the food.
What's wrong with the food?
Nothing, as far as I can tell
but the guests say it just doesn't taste right.
It's the humidity.
It dampens the food, makes everything mushy.
Trust me. There's no word for "crisp" on Ferenginar.
Maybe Mr. Fullerton was right.
Maybe we have forgotten how to deal with adversity.
According to our figures. The guest population
has declined by 30 percent in the last three days.
And you can be sure the guests that have stayed
are taking what you have to say seriously.
It's a start.
One that you can build on.
You're leaving?
I have had my fill of Risa.
Mr. Worf, you've been an inspiration to us all.
Good luck.
Thank you.
You still have the uplink to the weather control grid?
Right here.
By tomorrow, the weather grid will be restored to normal
and no one here will remember this ever happened.
But I intend to send a message
they won't forget.
You must be feeling pretty good right now.
The weather's terrible, the guests are miserable
and more and more people are leaving Risa every day.
Their response only proves my point.
Oh, I see.
Ruin the vacations of a few hundred thousand people
to bolster the moral fiber of the Federation.
I do not expect you to understand.
I understand...
even better than you do.
What you did had nothing to do with Risa
or the Essentialists, or even the Federation.
It's about you and me.
You give yourself far too much credit.
Do I?
You think I'm irresponsible, frivolous...
that I care more about pleasure
than I do commitment.
What do you think is going on between me and Arandis?
You know what I think.
That's right. I do.
And you know what?
You're wrong.
Did it occur to you to ask me about it?
Or... trust, just a little?
A Klingon woman would not have given me grounds for suspicion.
And how would you know?
Curzon spent more time with Klingons than you ever did.
You may have lived among my people
but you are not a Klingon.
I am.
Maybe so
but you're not like any Klingon I've ever met.
What happened to you, Worf?
You're a paragon of Klingon honor and discipline
but when it comes to the Klingon passion for life, the exuberance
the enjoyment of the moment
you are constantly holding yourself back.
Why?
That is not the issue here.
I think it is.
I do not wish to lose you, Jadzia.
Then talk to me, please.
You know from the age of seven
I was raised by humans on the farm world of Gault.
It was a sparsely populated world
no more than 20,000 inhabitants.
It often seemed as though everyone knew everybody else
but one thing was for certain.
Everybody knew me.
I was the Klingon child, the uncontrollable one.
I was the biggest, the strongest
the most fearless child on the entire planet.
I fought hard, played hard, did as I pleased.
What changed?
When I was 13, I was captain of my school soccer team.
We had made the championships, and I was determined to win.
Near the end of the second half with the score tied
my team got a corner kick.
The ball sailed up high.
Both I and one of my opponents, a human boy named Mikel
leapt up to head the ball.
He had position, but I was determined to score.
I remember laughing with excitement
as I threw myself at him.
Go on.
The next thing I knew
the ball was sailing into their goal.
I roared with triumph
and turned around to Mikel to gloat
only to find him lying in the grass bleeding.
Our heads had collided
when we both went up for the ball.
I had not felt the impact
but I had broken his neck, and...
he died the next day.
It was an accident.
Which only makes it worse.
Compared to Klingons, humans are fragile creatures.
I realized at that moment
to live among them, I must practice restraint.
That must have been difficult for you.
At first.
In time, it became a part of who I was...
who... I am.
And you're still afraid that if you lose control...
Someone I care about might get hurt.
That explains a lot...
but you have to realize
there are some things in life you can't control
and one of them is me.
But what you can do is trust me.
I care about you, Worf
and I would never do anything to hurt you.
Nor would I do anything to hurt you.
Who knows?
I may have more self-control than you give me credit for.
That felt like an earthquake.
So did that.
The Essentialists.
You should see them all run.
I think they finally realized that the party's over.
Increase the feedback
in the tectonic stress regulators.
If I do, there won't be
a building left standing on this part of Risa.
It might be a good idea to head to the spaceport.
Or at least get out of this room.
Very well.
I think our work is done here.
The uplink... give it to me.
Mr. Worf, I suggest
you all get off this planet as soon as possible.
I have no wish to see you
or your friends harmed.
Give us the uplink
or the only person who will be harmed is you.
I thought you were one of us.
Perhaps I was for a time, but I believe
the Federation will survive the Dominion, the Borg
and people like you.
Mr. Worf...
if you walk out of here now
you'll be turning your back on the Federation.
Don't you see?
Overindulgence, lack of self-control...
they'll destroy everything we hold dear
and you will be responsible.
You say that we have to return
to traditional Federation values.
Well, I agree
but one of those values is trust.
It is essential that we remember that.
Don't you walk away from me.
I will do as I please.
I am on vacation.
Figures... the weather improves the day we leave.
I can't wait to get home.
Not that I didn't enjoy myself.
I'd better go find Bashir.
He brought a Horga'hn down to breakfast
and that's the last I saw of him.
I hope the two of you enjoyed Risa
and will come again.
I did not think that I would be welcome.
Well, you still have a lot to learn about our people.
I never got a chance to say good-bye to Curzon Dax.
And you're not saying good-bye to me either.
I'll be back.
And Risa will be waiting.
So, what do we do now?
Now we watch the suns set.
I have a better idea.
Why don't we go swimming?
I... didn't bring a bathing suit.
I won't tell if you don't.
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