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unknownseas2021-02-13 06:30 pm
scouserer) wrote in unknownseas2021-02-13 06:30 pm
(too late) you're at the party
[Well, it's safe to say that trial fucking sucked. Therefore, some sort of afterparty is in order. Constantine is admittedly not good at throwing parties without some sort of liquor or other drug involved, but that's where Data and Sylvando guide him.
First order of business--invites. Upon returning to your rooms, crumpled pieces of paper have been taped to the doors. Written in poor handwriting is the following:]
meet at the lounge
bring whatever you want
[Simple, but effective. The lounge itself has been livened up a bit with Sylvando's help. Some nicely patterned fabric has been draped around on the tables to liven up the place a little, and snacks from the café and vending machines have been placed out for people to peruse.
A few supplies from the first aid room have been gathered, as well, for those who may need it. But perhaps the help is unnecessary, as tomorrow will likely bring another New Years Eve. And with it, another week of despair and frustration.
But for now, they can forget about that and pretend that all that matters is the present.]
First order of business--invites. Upon returning to your rooms, crumpled pieces of paper have been taped to the doors. Written in poor handwriting is the following:]
bring whatever you want
[Simple, but effective. The lounge itself has been livened up a bit with Sylvando's help. Some nicely patterned fabric has been draped around on the tables to liven up the place a little, and snacks from the café and vending machines have been placed out for people to peruse.
A few supplies from the first aid room have been gathered, as well, for those who may need it. But perhaps the help is unnecessary, as tomorrow will likely bring another New Years Eve. And with it, another week of despair and frustration.
But for now, they can forget about that and pretend that all that matters is the present.]
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[ Parker gives her an Unimpressed Look. ]
...Actually, you know? Maybe I'll just go with you.
[ Chloe wonders if this water dog/cat/fox will kill her. ]
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[TO ROOM FOUR! You know, right by the site of the recent homicide! Not that this seems to affect Data at all. You can tell which side of the room is his pretty easily, it's extremely neat and clearly no one has slept in the bed for a while.]
I have not spent a great deal of time here recently. It is more Constantine's room than mine.
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[Not that it helped with the whole Allenby situation...he does not say...]
Here is your photo. [He kept it inside a book so it wouldn't get crunched!]
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[ Maybe she's getting at something there. But she sees the photo and her heart beats faster, her throat closes up. Chloe takes it, looking lovingly at the other girl, and then presses it carefully to her chest. ]
Sorry, Max. Never again.
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...I am sure she would not blame you for forgetting.
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I know she wouldn't. She'd never do that. [ And still, she sounds...remorseful. ]
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[no heteronormativity in space, I decided that just now!]
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[which is not quite what she said, but like. the sentiment's there? kinda?]
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...You're a good guy. You know?
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Thank you for saying so.
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S'the truth.