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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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Thank you. Many people find them unnerving.
[As to the rest...he casts Jimmy a glance.]
He says that he is not entirely self-aware. A curious thing to program a machine to say - [holy shit is jimmy buffett:sapience :: data: feelings?] - but I suppose he is the only one who would know.
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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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[Data places a hand on Constantine's back. You do not seem okay.]
I do agree with you about Jimmy. We should liberate him from behind the bar.
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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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[Data calls as well, because I guess we're just doing this now, and then reaches out a hand to help support Constantine. Constantine's full weight would basically be like a single grape to him, so.]
Come on. I believe you should rest until the time loop restarts.
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Whatever. You're not me dad.
[There's no way he's going to remember this later.]
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[It changes none of his behavior!]