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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).]
cw: she's real okay with dying
[And that's...it, isn't it, that's the thing she hasn't known how to say all week.]
It didn't matter if I succeeded. I wanted to...to save him, of course, but if I didn't... If I tried, and if I didn't succeed... At least I'd still be with him. If he couldn't be with me in this existence then I could... I could be reunited him elsewhere.
But apparently that just makes me selfish and stupid, because... I don't know. Because my pain needs to be about everyone else. Apparently.
Re: cw: she's real okay with dying
You just wanted to die. You just...were ready for it all to be over.
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[Her voice cracks a little; she swallows hard. Takes a moment to get it back under control.]
How couldn't I be?
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You weren't thinking about the repercussions...'cause either way... [ She feels her shoulders slump. ] ...I'm sorry, Freyja.
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It's fine. After all, Plumeria is all right. That's what all of you wanted, is it not? It's certainly all I've been hearing about, aside from how stupid you all think I am.
[She moves to get up.]
I'm returning to the room.
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That's not fair, okay, I don't— I never said I didn't care about you.
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[Yeah, she. She can't do this anymore, she can feel her voice going cold and hard as she stands up.]
I understand that you've apologized, and I entirely accept that. Thank you for doing so. But I don't know what you want beyond that.
I want to go back to the room, and I want to cry and be done with it.