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Reading [OTA]

Sep 05, 2009 21:11

One of the many things that Data had discovered in his room was a PADD. A PADD filled not with essential information, but entertaining. Libraries of literature that had been half lost during the expansion of the Klingon Empire; ignored because most rebels lacked the time nor the stamina to preserve the old ways of humanity ( Read more... )

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drsilkenfloss September 8 2009, 07:10:19 UTC

Silken Floss had spent most of her time enamored with the new technology around here, the computer console in her room had kept her busy for hours. It had taken her just as long to figure out the food replicator. She was thoroughly enjoying herself though it hardly showed, perhaps her steps were more confident as she made her way along the promenade. That's when she caught sight of the odd looking man and stopped. She wondered if he was real or like the other people around, unable to answer questions and or think.

She stared too long, and then turned away. "Sorry..." Even if he couldn't answer back, she was still polite.

empirical_data September 8 2009, 07:19:00 UTC

. . . Charles Darnay seemed to stand in a company of the dead. Ghosts all! The ghost of beauty, the ghost of stateliness, the ghost of elegance, the ghost of pride, the ghost of frivolity, the ghost of wit, the ghost of youth, the ghost of age, all waiting their dismissal from the desolate shore, all turning on him eyes that were changed by the death they had died in coming there...

He had largely been unaware of her staring until she spoke, and then he hesitated and looked up. "You were not bothering me. I am incapable of being offended by your actions."

Or so he assumed. He did notice sometimes a sense of displacement when someone was disapproved of his actions, as if he did not belong and should work harder to earn their approval. As it was not his primary mission, he never really put the effort into it.

He sat down his PADD, the last three pages of "A Tale of Two Cities" still on the screen from where he'd been flipping through, and turned to this mysterious person who had spoken with him.

drsilkenfloss September 8 2009, 07:26:37 UTC

She seemed taken aback as he spoke. "Oh so you aren't a drone. Interesting...I'm sorry I disturbed you...anyway." Whatever that thing was she pointed at it. He wasn't human, couldn't be, she remembered Wheatfields saying something about a pale skinned man looking for earth as well.

"Are you....from Earth?" She questioned lightly, she didn't want to disturb him further, though he said he was incapable of being offended. He was as emotionless as she could be at her worst (or best) times. And that immediately piqued her interest.

empirical_data September 8 2009, 07:33:17 UTC

"Drones..." He looked around at the other people. "...I simply believe that they are inclined to ignore us. Perhaps it is against the rules to discuss station matters with non-native personnel. I am uncertain, however I do not wish to be rude and press them ( ... )

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of_wheatfields September 13 2009, 05:47:16 UTC

A panel in the ceiling slid open, and a head-- with deceptively dainty features that didn't suggest that seven feet of Chigan was behind them-- poked out. Followed by large hands that did entirely suggest seven feet of Chigans.

"Hey. HEY. Anyone listening? Oh, it's you, Data. Is this Delta level?"

empirical_data September 13 2009, 05:49:55 UTC

He looked up to the familiar face. "...Greetings," he responded casually. "I am afraid it is Beta Level."

And then he turned to give a quizzical, doggish look up at the lanky intruder.

of_wheatfields September 13 2009, 05:54:44 UTC

Wheatfields glanced around, as if looking for something, his face hardening into a glower.

"It's on the move," he growled, and the panel slid shut again.