"Improbable Cause"/"The Die is Cast" Line-by-Line

[CoveTom]

Greetings!

We've recently concluded our "The Doomsday Machine" Line-by-Line thread over in the TOS forum!

After each completed thread, I'm randomly picking someone who participated to choose the next episode we do. The lucky winner this time around was leandar! And leandar has chosen "Improbable Cause"/"The Die is Cast" as our next line-by-line adventure!

For any unfamiliar with our "game," you are asked to post only a single line (defined as one character speaking without interruption by another character) per message. You can post as often as you like, but someone else must post a line in between your posts.

We're doing these two episodes as a single thread because despite the different names, they are a clear two-parter. Our "rule" is that if the episode has a "To Be Continued..." on the end, it is done in a single thread, but if it's just an arc of related episodes, each episode is a separate thread.

As before, at the conclusion of this thread, I will pick someone at random from among all the participants to choose the next episode we do.

Enjoy!

 

[CoveTom]

[Quark's]

GARAK: But I'm sorry, Doctor, I just don't see the value of this man's work.

 

[LeadHead]

Bashir: Garak, Shakespeare is one of the giants of human literature.

 

[CoveTom]

GARAK: I knew Brutus was going to kill Caesar in the first act, but Caesar didn't figure it out until the knife is in his back.

 

[Alienesse]

Bashir: That's what makes it a tragedy. Caesar couldn't conceive that his best friend would plot to kill him.

 

[CoveTom]

GARAK: Tragedy is not the word I'd use. Farce would be more appropriate. Supposedly, this man is supposed to be the leader of a great empire, a brilliant military tactician, and yet he can't see what's going on under his own nose. (a beat) Doctor, are you in a hurry?

 

[Enterprise1981]

BASHIR: I've to get to the Infirmary. I've a lot of work to do this afternoon.

 

[Brian]

GARAK: Oh, you're fortunate. I have more time on my hands than I know what to do with.

 

[Enterprise1981]

BASHIR: Maybe you could finish those trousers I dropped off last week.

 

[LeadHead]

Garak: Eh, Tomorrow.

 

[Gul Re'jal]

BASHIR: Tomorrow.

 

[CoveTom]

GARAK: You're going to give yourself indigestion.

 

[Enterprise1981]

BASHIR: Well I only have you to thank for that. If you hadn't been so late, I could have enjoyed my lunch.

 

[InklingStar]

GARAK: "Well this isn't the first time I've seen you rush through a meal. You never take the time to savor your food. It seems to be a human characteristic. Look over there - that Talarian is barely halfway through his meal, but his human companion's plate is empty!"

 

[Gul Re'jal]

BASHIR: Well maybe he and I can have dessert while you and the Talarian to wile away the afternoon.

 

[LeadHead]

Garak: But it is a very interesting sociological phenomenon, don't you think? For generations now, humankind has had more than enough food and yet you go about your eating as if you were afraid someone was going to come along an snatch away your plate.

 

[Alienesse]

Bashir: Garak, why don't you eat for a while and let me talk?

 

[LeadHead]

Garak: Fear of starvation amid plenty. It points to some dark secret hidden in the human soul. A gnawing hunger, perhaps someone should do a study.

 

[Alienesse]

Bashir: Why don't you do? You appear to have plenty of time on your hands.

 

[Brian]

GARAK: Doctor, if you want to have your dessert, please go ahead. I won't be offended.