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unknownseas2021-02-20 08:28 pm
ltcommandroid) wrote in unknownseas2021-02-20 08:28 pm
it is a funeral.
[Well. That was certainly something.
Emotions are clearly high, so for once, Data steps out of his helper role and takes on the brunt of organizing the after-trial gathering. He's seen enough of them by now to know what's what. He's also seen more than enough in this particular trial to decide that the bar, while possibly being the most logical location, may be distressing to some! So instead, we're gonna do something different. Data will deliver invitations, that sort of look like a computer printed them, to each of the rooms:]
Please come to the ice cream parlor if you would like company at this time.
- Data
[Everybody likes ice cream!
There are no decorations, but there are some snack selections from the buffet and the cafe, depending on what you want, and a tray or two of mixed drinks courtesy of Jimmy Buffett. Data and Parker are both here. If you're sad, you may pet Parker (probably). If you're too depressed to make your own fancy sundae, Data will do it for you (definitely).]
Emotions are clearly high, so for once, Data steps out of his helper role and takes on the brunt of organizing the after-trial gathering. He's seen enough of them by now to know what's what. He's also seen more than enough in this particular trial to decide that the bar, while possibly being the most logical location, may be distressing to some! So instead, we're gonna do something different. Data will deliver invitations, that sort of look like a computer printed them, to each of the rooms:]
Please come to the ice cream parlor if you would like company at this time.
- Data
[Everybody likes ice cream!
There are no decorations, but there are some snack selections from the buffet and the cafe, depending on what you want, and a tray or two of mixed drinks courtesy of Jimmy Buffett. Data and Parker are both here. If you're sad, you may pet Parker (probably). If you're too depressed to make your own fancy sundae, Data will do it for you (definitely).]
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Ah...ah, Flayn...yeah, he sure would like one right now, that's for certain]
I--uh--I...well, if you want a hug I can give you one.
[Apparently he interpreted things as she needing one. That was what happened last time after a trial, after all. Maybe she needs one again, after once another horrible trial]
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Oh, she could cry.
Flayn wordlessly crosses the room and gives Filbo a tight hug. No questions asked.]
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...you better...take care of yourself, Flayn.
[Don't die too]
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[If Filbo dies, Flayn goes nuclear.]
I apologize for...being so mean, and petty today. I should not have, and yet...
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[Maybe it's because Alice had like, a tiny sliver of not-shitty in her, and Flayn always hopes to see more of that in others. She can hold a grudge, sure, and likely will against Alice for the rest of her life, but like. Holding onto that anger? Pushing past it when her friends are reminding her of sensible things? It's hard. It's real hard. Like holding a fistful of sand as the tide pulls it from between your fingers.]
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[Maybe?]
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[She needs time to think about it.]
But I feel terrible knowing that I contributed so negatively to an already negative situation.
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[There's so much to feel guilty about already, piling more on top of yourself won't help at all]