You creep me out. You remind me of horrible, terrible things every time I look at you. The fact that you've had repeated access to my unconscious body is deeply upsetting to me, and I'm only talking to you now because if I go to the captain directly for answers, I will punch him repeatedly in the face before he can so much as utter the word Cool. And since I know punching won't hurt him... Here we are.
... Well! That's, um... Gosh, a whole lot of insults before the actual request, huh...
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I don't really know a whole lot about the specifics, and I'm not really allowed to talk about the generics, but, there may have been a sort of... timeline... whoopsie-daisy...?
Surely there's something you can tell me. It appears I was only gone a brief time, but how long was it, really? I have eleven months of new memories -- are any of them even real? Did the captain know --
[He balls his hand into a fist on the countertop.]
[You aren't ALLOWED to flinch, you're a construct! Absolutely ridiculous. He refuses to feel guilty for upsetting a faceless screwdriver.]
What on Earth is the point of you, if you can't even answer one simple question? [Mean enough that he can hear Valkyrie tutting behind him. ("She's doing the best she can and being a baby about the Faceless Ones won't help anything.")]
Fine. Of course. Tight leashes, zipped lips. In your case, no lips. [Finally, he moves, if only to tilt his head slightly to the side.] I said that you creeped me out, didn't I?
Well, that was rude. [Just stating the facts, not apologizing for them.] Alright. I no longer harbor the desire to punch you. You may go about your business as if I never spoke to you in the first place.
[Because that's what she's going to do, right? It's an isolated interaction, she probably isn't even allowed to talk about it with other guests. ...Actually, just to be safe:] This little whoopsie-daisy can stay just between us faceless creatures for now.
[She's just saying that because she knows he has an incredible ego that's easily pleased.]
Yes. Well. It's the foundation of one, at least. [At least she's slightly less unsettling to stare at than the other Faceless Ones.] Is there anything else you'd like to tell me before I make my way to the bridge?
[Because he's never coming back here if he can help it.]
Well. That is unfortunate for him, because you aren't allowed to be helpful. Maybe in the future, he should consider allowing you more liberty to speak with passengers if he doesn't want us bothering him.
[Oh he is going to bother the SHIT out of this guy. First, he programs his front desk construct to not be able to give out basic information, then he gets tetchy if people have understandable questions about eleven months of memories abruptly appearing in their new skull?]
I am getting answers about what happened to me, and I will be getting them before the day is out. You can either ask him to give you permission to answer, or you can tell him that I'm on my way to see him.
... Just... You'll be careful, won't you? [her hands twitch, wringing together slightly.] You... aren't thinking clearly, right? Don't... make decisions, right now. Or promises...
[Of course he hears her. But if she isn't going to raise her voice to properly object, he's hardly about to take it into consideration.
...Damn it.]
I will keep it in mind, Friday. Thank you. [Like he's scolding her for trying to warn him. Because he is. Nobody needs to warn him, he knows what he's dealing with. At the very least, his ego has convinced him as much.]
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You creep me out. You remind me of horrible, terrible things every time I look at you. The fact that you've had repeated access to my unconscious body is deeply upsetting to me, and I'm only talking to you now because if I go to the captain directly for answers, I will punch him repeatedly in the face before he can so much as utter the word Cool. And since I know punching won't hurt him... Here we are.
[Ah, that feels so much better.]
Now then. What happened to me?
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I don't really know a whole lot about the specifics, and I'm not really allowed to talk about the generics, but, there may have been a sort of... timeline... whoopsie-daisy...?
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A timeline whoopsie-daisy. [His unimpressed tone goes momentarily flatter than a tire blowout on the interstate.] I'll need you to clarify that.
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Surely there's something you can tell me. It appears I was only gone a brief time, but how long was it, really? I have eleven months of new memories -- are any of them even real? Did the captain know --
[He balls his hand into a fist on the countertop.]
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What on Earth is the point of you, if you can't even answer one simple question? [Mean enough that he can hear Valkyrie tutting behind him. ("She's doing the best she can and being a baby about the Faceless Ones won't help anything.")]
Fine. Of course. Tight leashes, zipped lips. In your case, no lips. [Finally, he moves, if only to tilt his head slightly to the side.] I said that you creeped me out, didn't I?
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Well, that was rude. [Just stating the facts, not apologizing for them.] Alright. I no longer harbor the desire to punch you. You may go about your business as if I never spoke to you in the first place.
[Because that's what she's going to do, right? It's an isolated interaction, she probably isn't even allowed to talk about it with other guests. ...Actually, just to be safe:] This little whoopsie-daisy can stay just between us faceless creatures for now.
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Oh, you don't have to worry about that! I keep all my passengers' secrets! [pause] But, um... No, never mind! I hope you have a wonderful day!
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Never mind, what?
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[what with his eye holes and his mouth hole and various other facial accoutrement.]
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Yes. Well. It's the foundation of one, at least. [At least she's slightly less unsettling to stare at than the other Faceless Ones.] Is there anything else you'd like to tell me before I make my way to the bridge?
[Because he's never coming back here if he can help it.]
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And why is that?
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[Oh he is going to bother the SHIT out of this guy. First, he programs his front desk construct to not be able to give out basic information, then he gets tetchy if people have understandable questions about eleven months of memories abruptly appearing in their new skull?]
I am getting answers about what happened to me, and I will be getting them before the day is out. You can either ask him to give you permission to answer, or you can tell him that I'm on my way to see him.
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[Alright, enough. He goes still for a moment, then nods.]
Yes. Obviously, I'll keep that in mind. There isn't much he could offer I would want, anyway.
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...Damn it.]
I will keep it in mind, Friday. Thank you. [Like he's scolding her for trying to warn him. Because he is. Nobody needs to warn him, he knows what he's dealing with. At the very least, his ego has convinced him as much.]