godspeed, all the bakers at dawn

[redfoliage]

[So that was. Bad. That was all really bad and now the group's down by four and while there are some things that really ought to be discussed, probably, immediately after that cavalcade of misfortune is not the time to do it. So everyone should probably disperse a bit? Do whatever it is they're going to do tonight. Breathe, decompress, shower (alone, Ibara, we are all doing that alone). Or just watch the roombas do their thing in here; it matters reasonably little in the end.

For what it's worth, Garista is in that later camp; he doesn't seem too inclined to sleep, maybe he'll do that later, but for the time being he's just going to watch the robots as they go about their business in the kitchen. Once it's cleared out a bit...

Well, he's not Atra, but he's lived alone for a while. Basic cooking isn't completely beyond him.

He's not really accustomed to doing a lot of cooking, mind you, and after some time has passed he's created, like. The sort of soup that's going to keep you alive and not kill you and actually be pretty decent if you're not overly picky, but is really just 20% actual ability to cook and 80% "I have hands and can throw things in a pot and by god, I'm in the right mood to do that." If you're not into whatever kind of...irritation soup he's got going on here, there's also an amount of strong tea that only happens as a result of sheer, unbridled neuroticism? Whatever. If you feel picky, do something about it yourself.

He's not offended if you people would prefer to be alone. Notes under doors for all of you, though, in the event that you don't.

At least try to eat something and get whatever you need to out of your system. The cafeteria has been cleaned in the event that you don't feel like being by yourself.

Don't do anything ill-advised. We'll work through it.

- Garista

So there's that.]

Comments

[ltcommandroid]

[Well, Data is...attempting to check in on people, at least, so here he is.]

Would you like some company? I apologize if this is a presumption, but you do not seem well.

[psyshook]

[Truth be told, Avery's not used to being checked up on, so he's a bit startled and awkward at first.]

D-Data! Er...I suppose I am doing a terrible job of hiding as much.

[As if he's ever been as good at hiding his emotions as much as he thinks.]

I...would not be opposed to company. please, have a seat.

[ltcommandroid]

[He will sit! If Data's got emotions, which he'd deny, he's very good at hiding them. If anything, the main difference is simply that he's quiet for a few moments, as if carefully considering his words.

He does understand perfectly well how terrible today was.]

I understand that I am not well qualified for this discussion. However, I feel obligated to ask if you would like to talk about it.

[psyshook]

["Obligated"? It sounds so...impersonal, when Data puts it that way. Avery's expression contorts in reluctance for a brief moment, but he has to remind himself that Data's trying to help.

He slowly takes a sip of tea to clear his head enough to talk. His delivery is about as shaky as his hands as they clutch onto the teacup for dear life.]

I honestly haven't a clue where to begin. I was already alarmed by the supposed presence of hostile aliens, but now that they've actually struck, I... I find it impossibly difficult to even make an attempt at processing these deaths on top of all of it.

[ltcommandroid]

It is quite a lot to process. On my ship, we have a counselor to help the crew with such things.

[Which. He's no good at that job. But.]

No one will blame you if you are having difficulties.