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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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You did what you thought was best for your safety, were you not? I...would hesitate to call it completely foolish.
[At least now, as far as Flayn knows, no one here isn't going to demand anyone else get carved up as a sign of loyalty? Dragon Jesus on a Ritz!!!]
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...I don't mind telling people about myself but I'd rather do it myself in private than blurting it out.
[It seems she's more upset about her secrets than actually being stabbed.]
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[There's a beat.]
...There are a great many things I would like to tell people all the time. At home, it all must be kept secret, or I would be in grave danger. Here...here could be the same. I do not know.
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[She understands. If things weren't so dire back home she'd likely be more secretive.]
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That...is still bad, Miss Reika. But I am glad it is not from heart problems.
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[There's no arrow here!]
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You are certain? Please let us know if that changes.
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