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ten_fwd2015-07-25 08:51 pm
unkindness) wrote in ten_fwd2015-07-25 08:51 pm
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After the last few weeks, Lieutenant Paris had come to her in the cargo bay, interrupting her regeneration cycle, and had bodily dragged her out.
"You're avoiding people," he'd told her, and she'd glared at him and before she could even open her mouth to rebut, he'd continued. "I've checked with the computer, you haven't left your alcove in 22 hours. You haven't left the cargo bay in three days. We are getting you something to eat, and then we're restarting your social exercises."
She'd glared, she'd protested, but one of the very few people, human or otherwise, that could ignore her and drag her to where she didn't want to be currently had a solid grip on her hand, and while she could break free, she didn't have the energy.
At the door to Ten Forward, she'd balked again, not wanting to step through the doors. Memories of her last encounter with a person there were unpleasant, and she didn't wish to repeat the experience.
Snapping "I am not a child," at Lieutenant Paris when he pointed out she was pouting and striding through the doors was quite possibly not the best response.
But he'd steered her to a table in the back of the room, gone to the replicator and ordered a bowl of soup, then came back and put it in front of her.
"Eat that, then we'll discuss your homework."
That was how, forty-five minutes later, Seven of Nine began approaching people and introducing herself, looking like she'd swallowed something unpleasant and wiggly.
[Seven will be walking up and introducing herself to whoever, so go ahead and post as if she's already told you her name. And feel free to ask Tom what the heck they're doing.]
"You're avoiding people," he'd told her, and she'd glared at him and before she could even open her mouth to rebut, he'd continued. "I've checked with the computer, you haven't left your alcove in 22 hours. You haven't left the cargo bay in three days. We are getting you something to eat, and then we're restarting your social exercises."
She'd glared, she'd protested, but one of the very few people, human or otherwise, that could ignore her and drag her to where she didn't want to be currently had a solid grip on her hand, and while she could break free, she didn't have the energy.
At the door to Ten Forward, she'd balked again, not wanting to step through the doors. Memories of her last encounter with a person there were unpleasant, and she didn't wish to repeat the experience.
Snapping "I am not a child," at Lieutenant Paris when he pointed out she was pouting and striding through the doors was quite possibly not the best response.
But he'd steered her to a table in the back of the room, gone to the replicator and ordered a bowl of soup, then came back and put it in front of her.
"Eat that, then we'll discuss your homework."
That was how, forty-five minutes later, Seven of Nine began approaching people and introducing herself, looking like she'd swallowed something unpleasant and wiggly.
[Seven will be walking up and introducing herself to whoever, so go ahead and post as if she's already told you her name. And feel free to ask Tom what the heck they're doing.]
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From her small fidgety motions as she sits and settles, it's fairly evident that she's not very good company either. She doesn't quite stare unsettlingly at Annie, instead seeming to go the route of staunch avoidance of eye contact. (She's usually either all or nothing.)
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If Seven was trying to avoid people, Annie would understand. Grab a table, pretend you're in conversation with someone else, thank the stranger and then leave. But that doesn't seem to the case here.
She's just starting to think of something to say to the woman when the communicator goes off.
It doesn't clarify matters.
"Um," Annie says. "Just, just for the record, if your friend's trying to get you to ask me out, I'm engaged. Otherwise, I'm. Kinda confused."
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She does glare at him though.
"That was not my intention." She does suppose the other woman is, visually, beautiful. But Seven has no romantic inclinations towards anyone on the ship and no intention to foster any. Possibly one Hugh Cambridge assisted with that.
"Lieutenant Paris is under the impression that I need to 'practice' social skills by speaking to others."
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More sense, anyway, that the twelve-year-old schoolgirl aspect which had been the only thing this situation reminded her of. And she's familiar with friends who can be busybodies. Trying to help.
"If, if it helps," she says then, a bit hesitant, "if the other person's eating, folks tend to order something. Even just to drink."