it is a funeral.

[ltcommandroid]

[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).]

Comments

[magycks]

Which he might be, after a successful endeavor... but we won't know until we try. Perhaps he'll turn a blind eye. After all, we're infinitely more likely to release him from bondage than the other guy.

[sivard]

Maybe.

I guess it's all about trying to figure out a way to communicate with him without the Captain finding out.

[magycks]

Right. Chances are he's maintaining a far closer watch on Jones than the rest of us Kraken fodder. When you've got an ancient force of nature shackled to your will, that tends to take priority.

[sivard]

Yeah, exactly.

We've gotta make finding a way to get Jones back under his own control a priority.