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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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[Don't let Filbo get in a fight unless you're going to bet he loses. If golden end hinges on him winning a fight we're all doomed]
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Hey, they'll serve us well enough against the Captain, and that's all that matters.
[He pauses.]
...But, really, Filbo, please take care. I dunno what it looks like for you, but...uh. It'd be a damn shame if you died.
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[He won't lie: that Sylvando died really makes him wonder if...if he would be...targeted and murdered. He doesn't have the means to defend himself, he doesn't have strength or speed, and although he can take some punishment that's not going to keep him alive forever. He's a perfect target, and he knows with the right moves he could be trapped in a deadly situation.
Sylvando was murdered. Why wouldn't Filbo be]
It's not like I was trying to be helpful because I thought that'd keep me alive. I do it because I think that's what's needed around here, but when...when somebody like Sylvando who did nothing wrong and only deserved our support got killed...then I don't have that much of a chance, don't I? I'm not gonna go putting myself in danger for no reason, but I do think maybe...maybe I'm...
[He wants to live, he wants so badly to live. But with this he really is starting to wonder if sooner or later someone will target him]
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[His tone is suddenly forceful as he speaks, and he stops for a moment, seemingly realizing how he sounds. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.]
Sooner or later, you're gonna get targeted. S'an inevitable fact. But we can prepare you for it, though, if...if you'd like.
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[No hesitation, he asks immediately. If there's anything that can mean he won't be an easy target, then he has to take it]
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[He gestures to himself, spreading his arms wide.]
Go on--try to punch me right now.
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[Since then he's been looking for something that'd let him keep his distance, not tasers and stuff. Not that he'd like to hurt someone! But when it's life or death...he can't just stand there and be killed, can he]
Uh, sure, let's--let's see.
[He stares at Constantine's chest for a moment, takes aim and throws a punch. First of all, his form is absolutely disastrous. Strength is pretty average, at least the blow is felt but it's nothing that'll particularly stop an attacker. At most it'll get Filbo one or two seconds to do something else, which, given his lack of dexterity, probably won't work too well.
All in all, yeeeeeeah he's not ready for fisticuffs at all, hah]
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He knew Filbo wasn't really a fighter but...hm. Maybe teaching Filbo how to fight isn't really the right method of approach.]
You know what? Different plan--if someone comes at you with a knife or taser or whatever, you just run as fast as you can in the opposite direction with those long legs of yours. Don't even let 'em come close enough to make the move.
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[Okay, that's it, when he returns home he's going to bulk up. No ifs and buts, he just has to]
You don't have to soften things, you know. I'm doing awful when it's about survival. I know that already.
[But really, running perhaps is his best choice. It's the only option left, really. Anything else seems like it'd end in a horrible death]