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[dalekity]

Dalek hasn't been seen in the bar, for some time.

Possibly this is because it has been devising new and wonderful methods to help patrons through their problems? But probably not.

Still, it's downstairs now, by a booth, with a sign.

FREE COUNSELLING. FREE. FREE. FREE.

It's free.

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[obnoxiousadams]

"Why," John wonders aloud as he passes by, "would a trash bin be offering counseling services?"

[dalekity]

"Trash bin?" Dalek has learnt of the subleties of tonal variation. Thus, this particular shriek has undertones of disgust. "I am a Dalek, feeble human! Daleks are the supreme beings of the universe!"

[obnoxiousadams]

John stops.

Very abruptly.

In fact, he almost trips over his own feet as he spins around and eyes the now-talking trash bin with wide eyes.

"Wha -- ?"

[dalekity]

"Are you suffering from hearing difficulties, human?" Screeching, louder and louder. "You have insulted the Daleks!"

[milkbonesoldier]

Oh, he's gonna regret this. He is so gonna fucking regret this.

"Oi. Dalek."

[dalekity]

"Address me with respect, human!"

Beat.

"Please sit."

[milkbonesoldier]

"And how would you prefer that I phrase that respect?" asks Wells as he settles in at the table. "That's more than most humans get when I'm talking to 'em, I'll tell you that right now."

[dalekity]

"There are no phrases worthy of conveying the correct respect for a Dalek!" Now it's just being difficult. "What is your problem?"

[parley_pirate]

The pirate who's sitting at the bar looks like he has problems. Problems by the shipload, though they're par for the course for Milliways newbies. "Why am I here" and "how do I get out" are samples.

Right now, though, he's setting them briefly aside to blink repeatedly at the Dalek. He can't read, but Dalek him...her...itself is a grand and bewildering sight.

He pokes it.

[dalekity]

Dalek moves away, as Ragetti pokes. The tendancy of people who touch it to be immolated can be problematic.

Then again. Undead.

"Do not poke me! I am a Dalek! You will show the proper respect!"

[parley_pirate]

Undead or not, it would be distinctly uncomfortable. Thus, perhaps it is fortunate that Ragetti snatches his hand away when the Dalek moves, looking startled.

"Ain't never 'eard of one," he counters. "--What's a Dalek?"

[dalekity]

"We are the Supreme Masters of the Universe!"

[puckishly]

Puck appears, eyes wide and curious.

"Counseling?"

[dalekity]

"Yes. I am very good at it."

[puckishly]

"Really."

Puck has on his very most diplomatic expression.

"Are there many here who seek it from you, then?"

[dalekity]

"Yes."

This is ... true, sort of. Lots of people come and talk to it.

[waylostandfound]

Nathan was staring.

A lot of staring.

Counselling? From a trash can?

[dalekity]

"Do not stare! Do not stare! Do not stare!"

It might be best not to stare.

[waylostandfound]

Maybe not.

"...What are you?" He couldn't help asking.

[dalekity]

"I am a Dalek! We are the SUpreme Rulers of the Universe!"