Comments | twilightzonerpg: fröhe weihnachten! (or, how to pick out an ugly christmas sweater)

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fröhe weihnachten! (or, how to pick out an ugly christmas sweater)

Dec 15, 2010 00:08

WHO: Spencer Reid, T-X
WHERE: Dining Area
WHEN: Day 46, after journaling with T-X, and definitely after a panic attack ( Read more... )

{t-x}, [day 46], [log]:, {spencer reid}

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t_x_unit December 15 2010, 05:20:36 UTC

'Samantha', as she had named herself, refused to wear such garments. They weren't necessary. Not for her. Still the same leather outfit in red, as per usual. In fact, she had yet to be seen in anything different, at all. Twice as strangely, she had yet to wash the clothing, too, but there were no ripe smells about them.

But the machine had not been witness to much in the way of social interaction to learn from. Her speech patterns were still formal, perfunctory and tainted with an interest in experimentation. Anyone who showed an interest in her, likewise, was given interest inAnd his interest had, relatively speaking, been considerable ( ... )

youcallmespence December 15 2010, 05:26:08 UTC

Spencer clears his throat. "Hi." One glance at her gives permission to have a bolder one, and relief strikes him as strongly as the smell of cookies. He dampens his lips and holds out his hand, able to find a smile for her, too. "Dr. Spencer Reid. I didn't get your name."

His relief comes in the lack of emotion in her smile. He's curious about how detached she is. "I was sort of thinking I'd make some cookies. I've never been a good cook, but the urge-" And West's message. This is the first time Spencer's been tossed in, and he's going to take Kirk's advice and just let it happen. "Where's your sweater?"

t_x_unit December 15 2010, 05:37:51 UTC

There was a moment as she glanced down at that hand, analysing its dimensions and known biological properties. Finding little of interest, until a few second later, when the expected reaction to extend her own and shake it was acknowledged.

Her grip was firm.

"It is in my room," she answered, technical to a fault. Or perhaps, to an absence of a fault. Everything about her being an emluation of what was concluded to be neat and perfect. "I didn't want to wear it. Should I?"

youcallmespence December 15 2010, 23:08:40 UTC

"The beauty of being human is having a choice." Spencer squeezes her hand - it's a good handshake - then the cookies catch his eye. And his nose. "How long did it take you to make all of these?"

Spencer's already confused by her, by the way she seems almost... mechanical. Is this her way of coping to being in a situation like this? He picks up a still-warm chocolate chip cookie and after taking a bite, decides that he's overanalyzing. "These are really good."

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