sharpestscalpel

Does your ship not normally utilize the speech function?

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Cheeks, fucking hell.

Yeah, what the fuck ever, it uses the speech function. It ain't ever used the speech function to goddamn initiate conversation on its own fucking behalf be-fucking-fore.

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Fascinating. It initiated a conversation of its own volition, and spoke to you?

If you are not in a state of extreme emotional and reactionary flux, might I inquire as to what it said?

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I am abso-goddamn-lutely in a state of extreme emotional and reactionary flux. But I will fucking tell you anyway.

It said, "Would you like to hear me sing a song?"

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Hm, curious.

It is, at least, somewhat comforting that its initial contact was in the form of a comfort related offer. Though it does not directly denote danger, it does not refute the possibility.

Did you wish to hear it sing a song?

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Well, yes, I did.

It sang "Bicycle Built for Two" at me and then broke into the Empire's fucking official march.

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I presume you refer to the tune named Daisy Bell, a most peculiar selection. It is singularly representative, and carries a pop-culture connotation that was slow to fade. Though I do not know the Empire's march, or how one might segue between the two, it sounds most....accommodating.

Did you enjoy it?

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It was... kind of out of fucking tune, to be honest.

March sounds like this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tn_95hdy6Nw), Cheeks.

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A shame. Presuming that the computer learned this of its own volition, perhaps repeated attempts will provide more pleasing renditions.

Fascinating. It is a very...powerful musical accompaniment.

That segue must have been...impressive.

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Enterprise is a good fucking ship but, goddamn. She ain't going to win any talent shows any shitting time soon.

She's still practicing - lights in my quarters are throbbing a little bit in time with the fucking music.

Which is why I am going to have another goddamn drink right fucking now.

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An understandable reaction.

I believe it is traditional among humans to evoke the sentiment: "Cheers.", at this time.

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nawigator

I think prehaps Mr Dr McCoy you hawe had a bit too much to drink already prehaps?

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Goddamn, Peaches, I wish you were right on that score.

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nawigator

You say it acctually spoke with you? Sounds like our Enterprise, I heard a rumour that she was projecting a holograph body in order to engage vith the crew.

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A hologram? I gotta say, I hope our fucking Enterprise doesn't get any ideas.

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nawigator

Vell if she does appear, do not throw things at her. She does not like that.

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...Sweet girl, did you throw things at the physical manifestation of your ship?

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nawigator

Enterprise scared me! I was in the middle of getting changed and turned around and she was just...there.

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Well, I guess I can understand that one, Peaches.

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nawigator

Da, so naturally I threw the closest thing to me vhich vas my phaser...luckily it had the power pack take out.

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See, they ain't training you right if your first response was to throw your damn weapon. Damn relief that nothing happened to you though.

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nawigator

They trained me properly, I just panicked. That is the reason I chose Nawigation ower Security.

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And I bet me some large digits of credit that you are a damn fine navigator.

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nawigator

Naturally. I come from a long line of great Nawigators.

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Maybe it's a sign that you've had a little too much?

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Why does everyfuckingbody jump to that goddamn conclusion? I ain't drank myself into hallucinations for years.

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Honestly, if it were possible, I wound send you a Christmas gift of a bar of soap for your mouth.

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As always, you are welcome to come over here and try washing my mouth out.

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Highly doubt I have the ability to wash your mouth out. Haven't been able to scare you since your growth spurt. This is given that your growth spurt and Lenny's growth spurt were at the same time.

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Shot up almost a foot and a half the summer I was 14.

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Amazing. Growth spurt hit at the same time.

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You are welcome to conduct a more... thorough examination, Ms. Dr. Emma McCoy.

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That would require medical charts. And God knows reading those is like reading a Tolstoy novel in Arabian.

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We'll keep it informal. Don't even have to conduct it in Sickbay.

Though that's fun, too.

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We? All you'd have to do is send over medical charts? Then I can read them on my own.

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You are a cold woman, Ms. Dr. Emma McCoy.

I do like that.

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I...don't think I understand what you mean?

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I can think of more than a few who'd like to have me sit still long enough for them to fucking examine me - for a wide variety of reasons. Assholes. But you, no, ma'am. You are hard on the ego.

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Oh! I didn't mean physical attributes! I'm sorry if I confused you. i meant past attributes. Skinned knees, broken bones, all that. Probably noted in your medical file. I'm sure you're just the spitting image of Lenny.

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Ah.

Well, to be perfectly honest, all my records including the medical ones are sealed for my own safety and the safety of others. You want to know, you'll just have to take a history.

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A history? Is it written down somewhere?

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original-fine.livejournal.com

Hey there.

She might be scared too, you know. She talk to anyone else?

[[OOC - I can never tell if we're supposed to be able to see these.]]

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