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Lt. Cmdr. Data ([personal profile] ltcommandroid) wrote in [community profile] 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).]
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[personal profile] scouserer 2021-02-21 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Constantine makes a dismissive noise, waving his hand in the air.]

S'fine. I can get there on my own, you--

[As soon as he rises from his seat, however, he wobbles slightly and nearly collapses forward. He manages to catch himself on the counter, hands gripping the edge for dear life.]

This ain't my first rodeo, an' all that.
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[personal profile] scouserer 2021-02-21 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[To Data's credit, Constantine does not read very much into his words. He staggers upright, making a vague gesture in Data's direction.]

Right. The blue cat. Lead the way, then.

[...]

Why does he only like you, anyways?
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[personal profile] scouserer 2021-02-22 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Typical. [A pause.] You think he understands--understands what's happening around him? Like, with all the death and.... [Makes a face.] ...whatnot.

[Constantine pauses, squinting towards Data.]

You know, you've got handsome yellow eyes.
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[personal profile] scouserer 2021-02-22 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Sorry, Data. Constantine + lowered inhibitions = whatever the fuck this is.]

Maybe he's programmed to say that so we don't get any ideas of bustin' him out of there.

[Holy shit. He stops short, looking back towards Jimmy Buffett.]

Data. What if the Captain never had a choice? He's been stuck in that bar for weeks, maybe months. We gotta--gotta do something--

[Before he continues with that thought, Constantine promptly doubles over and dry-heaves.]

M'okay.
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[personal profile] scouserer 2021-02-22 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[He lets out a groan, putting a hand on his face and squeezing his eyes shut.]

I'll be fine.

[Constantine then calls out--]

JIMMY BUFFETT! Your target demographic may suck, but we're gonna get you, no matter what it takes!

[A pause. Exhaustion seems to suddenly seep into his bones as he tries to straighten up again.]

Later. When m'not...like this.
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[personal profile] scouserer 2021-02-22 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's fine. Data could probably carry him like a little rag doll, if he wanted to. He allows himself to be supported, grumbling slightly under his breath.]

Whatever. You're not me dad.

[There's no way he's going to remember this later.]