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ten_fwd2014-11-12 08:23 pm
partofaplan) wrote in ten_fwd2014-11-12 08:23 pm
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A rather sweet problem...
Late nights in Ten Forward are normally quiet. Between the shift changes between nights and days, the lounge is normally deserted as anyone not working is sleeping.
It's 03:36, and there's some movement in Ten Forward by one of the replicators. Lit up by the lights of a removed panel is one Peter Quill. He's currently removing isolinear program chips from the main panel of the replicator, constantly referring to a piece of paper in his other hand.
He's reprogramming the machine.
Eventually, he's done, grunting as he replaces the panel and clapping his hands together, grinning.
"Alright. Computer?" Acknowledging beep. "Uh... Xandarian Whisky."
There's a further beep... And then small multicoloured orbs start pouring from the replicator. On the other side of the lounge, the other replicator starts pouring out similar orbs. Quill's eyes widen.
"Holy shit...!"
And that panel is getting removed again.
"Computer! Stop!"
"Unable to comply. Standard command and control functions have been tampered with."
"Aw... Hell!"
And now he's going to be trying to reverse what he's done... As the room slowly starts to fill with Skittles and M&Ms.
It's 03:36, and there's some movement in Ten Forward by one of the replicators. Lit up by the lights of a removed panel is one Peter Quill. He's currently removing isolinear program chips from the main panel of the replicator, constantly referring to a piece of paper in his other hand.
He's reprogramming the machine.
Eventually, he's done, grunting as he replaces the panel and clapping his hands together, grinning.
"Alright. Computer?" Acknowledging beep. "Uh... Xandarian Whisky."
There's a further beep... And then small multicoloured orbs start pouring from the replicator. On the other side of the lounge, the other replicator starts pouring out similar orbs. Quill's eyes widen.
"Holy shit...!"
And that panel is getting removed again.
"Computer! Stop!"
"Unable to comply. Standard command and control functions have been tampered with."
"Aw... Hell!"
And now he's going to be trying to reverse what he's done... As the room slowly starts to fill with Skittles and M&Ms.
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He grabs one and rips it open.
"Some of these are limited edition," he points out. He pulls the chocolate apart, eats it, and opens the plastic shell. Only to reveal a tiny Steve Rogers. "Seriously," he grumbled. "The bastard's everywhere."
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He glances over his shoulder, looking up from the diagram he's got drawn.
"...Is that Captain America?"
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Okay, so that might not be totally accurate. But sometimes you had to present the reality you wanted to enact.
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He's honest, at least.