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[the Doctor sits at one of the many game tables in Sector 37 of the Hawking, his long legs lazily swinging lightly back and forth while he pretends to be engrossed in a rousing game of Go with a holographic computer player. in truth, he's already figured out how to best it--really, human computers were always easy to beat. (none could ever give him a hard time like K-9 could with any game.) playing the game is just an excuse for him to do a bit of people watching.
he's been in there for a bit, discreetly watching the odd bunch of civilians or groups of crew members come and go, trying to resume some sense of normality. but he knows such a thing won't come, not after the most recent events. really, he's only in the game room to seek out some sort of distraction. a lot has been on his mind and only now is he really able to delve into all those thoughts swimming around his head. playing a game just might help.
suddenly, he declares checkmate in the game he's playing, jumps to his feet and heads for the nearest Zcolgozlcican cribbage board, plopping down in a seat opposite a holographic computer player.]
[should anyone try to reach him over the Sphere, they'll receive this message:]
Hello, before you start speaking, you should know this is a recording. If you tell me anything important--or non-important, I'm not opposed to hearing those things, as well--I won't know. Really. I'm not a mind reader. So! If you need me, I'll be in Sector 37 playing a few games. Care to join me for one?
Oh! And if you can, bring a bit of Master Chief Zheng's house blend. Best stuff in this universe!
[he cracks a smile and waves, then the message goes out]
he's been in there for a bit, discreetly watching the odd bunch of civilians or groups of crew members come and go, trying to resume some sense of normality. but he knows such a thing won't come, not after the most recent events. really, he's only in the game room to seek out some sort of distraction. a lot has been on his mind and only now is he really able to delve into all those thoughts swimming around his head. playing a game just might help.
suddenly, he declares checkmate in the game he's playing, jumps to his feet and heads for the nearest Zcolgozlcican cribbage board, plopping down in a seat opposite a holographic computer player.]
[should anyone try to reach him over the Sphere, they'll receive this message:]
Hello, before you start speaking, you should know this is a recording. If you tell me anything important--or non-important, I'm not opposed to hearing those things, as well--I won't know. Really. I'm not a mind reader. So! If you need me, I'll be in Sector 37 playing a few games. Care to join me for one?
Oh! And if you can, bring a bit of Master Chief Zheng's house blend. Best stuff in this universe!
[he cracks a smile and waves, then the message goes out]