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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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Is he...? I see.
[Sadface...]
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[?????]
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[Thinks about it some.]
I will just have to make sure to check on you both with the same frequency, then.
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[she's still not sure what exactly you're taking from it]
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[You both! Need! Friendship!]
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[In a place like this, after everything they keep having to do? She almost protests. But, well...]
...If you're sure. Okay.
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I am most certain.
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It's good of you.
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Is it not what naturally happens?
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[She can't say anything. Only stare at her now-empty dish, not actually seeing it.]
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[Do you permit Flayn to lean against you a little, Sara.]
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[Sure. She's not leaving or leaning away or pushing her off, she's just letting Flayn stay there. ...Maybe it's nice, having friends again.]
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