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thats_not_data) wrote2010-12-02 02:18 pm
thats_not_data) wrote2010-12-02 02:18 pm
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Room 804
[OOC: Continued from this thread.]
Lore is sitting in his room, accessing large amounts of information very quickly on his computer console.
The room will look very familiar to Data-- it's an exact replica of his own quarters, in the state they were in when Lore visited the Enterprise. He kept the lights dimmer then, there was no bed on the other side of the room, and there weren't nearly the same number of paintings and various other decorative items scattered about the room.
Lore has spent the majority of his time in Milliways in this room, avoiding pointless interaction and, more recently, hiding from his brother. He requested from Bar that the computer console be fitted with information from the Milliways library, as much as she was willing to provide him with. And so he has been reviewing this information, which hasn't exactly been productive, but it feels better than doing nothing.
Suddenly, he hears a knock at the door.
Lore is sitting in his room, accessing large amounts of information very quickly on his computer console.
The room will look very familiar to Data-- it's an exact replica of his own quarters, in the state they were in when Lore visited the Enterprise. He kept the lights dimmer then, there was no bed on the other side of the room, and there weren't nearly the same number of paintings and various other decorative items scattered about the room.
Lore has spent the majority of his time in Milliways in this room, avoiding pointless interaction and, more recently, hiding from his brother. He requested from Bar that the computer console be fitted with information from the Milliways library, as much as she was willing to provide him with. And so he has been reviewing this information, which hasn't exactly been productive, but it feels better than doing nothing.
Suddenly, he hears a knock at the door.
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The phaser is worrying but Moist isn't going to let that show, Lore's a gloater.
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"Possibly," he concedes. "But you haven't exactly proven yourself trustworthy. Why should I believe that you're going to take my side if someone comes snooping?
"Also, I should point out that it's highly unlikely that anyone knows you were in here. If you were missing, why would they think that I had done something to you?"
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He'll ignore the other question.
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He grins. "Do you know what the great thing about phasers is? If you switch them up to the highest setting"-- which Lore does, and the weapon makes a noise like it's powering up-- "they vaporize a person completely. It's nice, not having any mess to clean up."
He aims again.
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"Yes, but Milliways is small and I'm rather well known. It might take time but people will come around."
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"I like you. It's inconvenient, but I do. You don't flinch," he says. "So I'm going to trust you to keep this quiet, for now."
He walks over to Moist, placing a hand at his throat and grasping just hard enough to hopefully make him uncomfortable. "But if you pull a stunt like that again, or give me any reason to make me think you're not on my side, just remember that I'm the one with the weapon now. And I'm not as benevolent as my dear brother."
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His voice is tight and he looks Lore in the eye, not flinching.
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He lets go of Moist, pushing him just a little bit in the direction of the hallway.
"Get out of here."
He'll be on his way down to the bar in a few minutes.
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