Even Spartans need coffee..

[freelanceryork]

Who:  York, Ianto Jones and [OPEN]
When:  Friday, January 3rd, 10am
Where:  The coffee shop
What:  Even Spartans need coffee.
Rating:  PG-13 for likely cursing
Status:  Incomplete and open

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[freelanceryork]

When he was called a 'hologram', the green suit of armor straightened up and turned to face the Barista"I am an artificial intelligence program, designated Delta. The holographic representation of a suit of Spartan armor that you see before you is merely the form that I have chosen for myself that helps human beings to gasp the concept of artificial intelligence as a person that can be spoken to and reasoned with. I am a Smart Program and I am capable of learning, as well as reasoning, logic, and even the understanding of human emotion. To say that I am merely a hologram is incorrect. The light show before you, is no more me, than the clothes that you wear are you. You are able to change your clothing as I am able to change the shape that you see. I may be any color and any shape I please." This was all stated very matter-of-fact from the seven-inch figure standing on the table

[brainpanned]

"Pie!" River clapped her hands giddily, the dreamy-like trance about York (and his smile) broken. She remained stubbornly chairless, folding gangly arms atop the table and cradling her head within them. It made her eye-level with Delta, the flickering hologram casting a wash of green over her features.

"River's a river, sometimes, because a name isn't always a name -- but a person instead. Move how I can for it to make sense."

She loved compliments, and decided that compliments from York were among the best kind.

[freelanceryork]

"All three would be fantastic, thanks. Blueberries are my favorite." Or they would be, until he tasted cherry. He'd had apples. They were much easier to grow. "D, give pretty River a light show, would you?"

"Of course, York." And with this command, the green faded into a soft blue, that turned into a purple, that faded into red, then into orange, yellow.. and green again. And then he went from being a suit of armor to being a floating mist, then he twisted into a tornado, and became a feminine female shape, almost the exact duplicate of River, except he hadn't copied her face, and it remained blank save for indents were the eyes should be, and the vague shape of a nose and mouth.

[brainpanned]

Colors. River beamed smiles at him in return, almost reaching out but never quite touching Delta as he went through various shapes and hues. Brilliant. Simply brilliant. River wanted one now more than ever.

Though it was a little eerie to see the image of herself: faceless. It made River, in a self-conscious fashion, touch at her nose and lips to make sure they were still there. "Sense data..."

[teapot_jones]

"You haven't even had a blueberry until today." But three slices of pie, coming right up. Ianto brought along refills of coffee, too, since coffee and pie were wonderful things. There was even a cup for himself, as he set the tray down on the little table and began to unload dishes. The plates went down with a little click. "Blueberry, cherry's the red and apple."

[freelanceryork]

When the plates came towards the table, Delta dissipated into a mist again, then reformed floating about two feet of York's left shoulder (almost always to the left, ten inches now instead of only seven.

"D's pretty great with the light shows." He could do just about anything, save for becoming solid. And York was setting his coffee aside. "Thanks." That, with an easy grin across at Ianto. "Not going to sit down with us and eat, River?"

[brainpanned]

"Oh. Wha? Sitting." Drawn away from the little hologram, River laughed (so entirely charmed by York) and stood. Arms first stretched over her head, then bowing her body experimentally to either side, she pulled up a nearby chair and sat cross-legged atop it.

"Better?" Another giggling look shot at Ianto.

[teapot_jones]

Ianto rolled his eyes, but just a bit and mostly in amusement. A plate and a fork were set in front of River, while Ianto picked up his little cup (a dark, rich espresso) and sipped, eyes on the door. Not that anyone'd come through it, given the weather, but still.

"I think River's got a bit of a crush," he said, eyes still focused on the door and the windows.

[brainpanned]

Ianto was kicked immediately in the shins, hard and swift.

River glared.

[teapot_jones]

Ianto yelped and drew both his legs up onto the chair with him. The look he gave River was very wounded.

[freelanceryork]

"What was that?" York turned bright blue eyes onto Ianto and smiled easily, but then looked back at River. He had heard, of course, but you didn't acknowledge things like that! That was best kept a secret. Always!

"Here, River. Which do you want first? Cherry? Blueberry? Apple? We'll split one." The Freelancer offered in a smooth, warm tone.

"Try the cherry." The AI suggested from a few feet from the table. "It is not the growing season for cherries here on Earth and I am curious to know if they will taste sweet or bitter."

"How does Cherry sound, River?" The blonde man prompted simply.

[brainpanned]

"Like Cherry." River smiled, all spite for Ianto melting away in the face of York's smile. She liked how he said her name, light, even, and smooth with the promise of a grin that looked like it was meant just for her.

"Cherries is nice."

[teapot_jones]

"They should be sweet. The bakery pays a fortune for them. I think they're grown in California or Florida. I'm not sure which." But it meant that the pie was good, at least. Ianto bit his lip a little, cradling his coffee in his hands and wrapping an arm round his legs and thought for a moment about getting back behind the counter. Give these two a bit of space.

[freelanceryork]

York smiled back at River and lifted his eyebrows some, then gave her a wink. "Cherry it is." But then he was turning blue eyes back onto Ianto and he smiled at him as well, lifting his eyebrows into a sort of sympathetic look. But still--

He was scooting the cherry pie closer to River and lifting his fork to cut out a small piece and he lifted it up to offer it out to her. "Is it sweet?"