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week two post-trial
[ Well, this definitely feels much better than last week, at least, but god. Ibara is fucking exhausted now that the fight or flight response is wearing off, and this entire day feels like some kind of fever dream.
Clearly the robots need to deal with the disaster that is now the cafeteria (and hopefully they've already dealt with the smoke elsewhere on the floor), so initially, he heads back to the crew quarters to take a shower and engage in the probably now-popular activity of lying the fuck down on his bed and staring at the ceiling.
But he's not terribly good at doing nothing for extended periods of time, so whenever the kitchen and cafeteria are usable again, he's going to end up gathering the ingredients to make another of those weird knockoff pizzas that was offered at the party the first week.
While it's in the oven, he can be found leaning against the counter in the kitchen and drinking a bottle of water, looking out at whoever might be seated in the cafeteria with a frown... but when it's done, he'll emerge from the kitchen with a smile and set the pizza down on a table, minus a few slices that he has on a separate plate reserved for the captain.
PLEASE ENJOY AND DO NOT THINK TOO HARD ABOUT TODAY'S EVIDENCE ☆, he writes on a note that he sets next to the plate. ]
Well! That could have gone much worse, as we know from experience, so congratulations to all but the remaining aliens! Perhaps the rest of us will be able to sleep one-third more easily tonight!
[ He'll stick around for a bit if anyone is interested in speaking with (but not assaulting) him in particular, but otherwise, enjoy the rest of your day, friends. ]
Clearly the robots need to deal with the disaster that is now the cafeteria (and hopefully they've already dealt with the smoke elsewhere on the floor), so initially, he heads back to the crew quarters to take a shower and engage in the probably now-popular activity of lying the fuck down on his bed and staring at the ceiling.
But he's not terribly good at doing nothing for extended periods of time, so whenever the kitchen and cafeteria are usable again, he's going to end up gathering the ingredients to make another of those weird knockoff pizzas that was offered at the party the first week.
While it's in the oven, he can be found leaning against the counter in the kitchen and drinking a bottle of water, looking out at whoever might be seated in the cafeteria with a frown... but when it's done, he'll emerge from the kitchen with a smile and set the pizza down on a table, minus a few slices that he has on a separate plate reserved for the captain.
PLEASE ENJOY AND DO NOT THINK TOO HARD ABOUT TODAY'S EVIDENCE ☆, he writes on a note that he sets next to the plate. ]
Well! That could have gone much worse, as we know from experience, so congratulations to all but the remaining aliens! Perhaps the rest of us will be able to sleep one-third more easily tonight!
[ He'll stick around for a bit if anyone is interested in speaking with (but not assaulting) him in particular, but otherwise, enjoy the rest of your day, friends. ]