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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 slots a chip in. The console beeps, and the candy starts pouring out faster.
"...Not."
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Peter can't help but laugh as he watches the candy flood out from replicator at an accelerated pace, nearly resembling colourful, comical water.
It's - wow. It's actually hilarious, and yeah the look on his roommate's face is pretty priceless too.
Sorry, Quill.
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Because, yeah. Alright. He has a sense of humour, after all.