Spam | Entry 005

[goldenpinocchio]

[He finally finished repairing the tiny K-9, and leans back to watch him skitter around the coffee table. His look is gentle and fond, gold eyes with that childish affection that he simply can't quite work out and a sense of pride from finally implementing a universal translator

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[a_bit_put_upon]

[Somewhere in the bowels of level 2, a somewhat familiar heave of squealing quantums makes itself quietly known behind some closed door or other. Perhaps those awake and in tune with her might notice an etheric hum, a greeting and casting about for familiar empathy. The journey since depositing Una has been an exhausting one, and almost entirely fruitless

[empirical_data]

[Data rises at the knock, glad of any sort of company. He likes it whenever he can have it. Though when he opens the door, he's overcome with a sense of worry. The Doctor looks exhausted, and he gestures him in.]

I repaired the malfunctions in K-9. Please, have a seat on the couch and I will brew you some warm tea.

[a_bit_put_upon]

Did you? Splendid, splendid.

[He sounds coherent enough, technically. The relief flooding his face when the door was answered doesn't wash away; it almost seems as if he's focusing entirely on the fact that he's being addressed at all. He leans into the doorway, blinking a few times, before making his way to said couch and slumping into it. He gazes at the device in his hand for a moment, nearly forgetting why he has it or what it signifies. There was something about a trade, and safety, and friends. A hostage situation? No... no, that can't be right.

His brow furrows and he regards the dog on the coffee table, leaning toward it slightly to inspect it.]

...sum of his memories. A... I wonder if he retains the memories of the original K9.

[He doesn't speak as if he expects an answer. He almost sounds perplexed by the notion of having a voice at all, before something dawns on him.]

...yes! I've got your hologram. It still works. I've kept it safe. Promised.

[empirical_data]

[As the pot is on, he notices it's more than a little exhausted. He comes over to him and takes the hologram gently, and places it on the table next to K-9.

He then removes the leather cord from around his neck, and rather than just giving it to the Doctor he actually replaces it, tucking the packet neatly into the shirt and tugging the collar of his shirt so that it falls inside to rest against his chest.]

I knew you would. I kept yours safe as well.

[He fussily straightens the lapels of his jacket and the edge of his pullover.] You require rest. Perhaps the tea will make you more comfortable. [Though he thinks he's in a state where he can make it back to his room.]