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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's wading over, crouching by the panel, the multi-coloured orbs cascading over his head. He reaches in and feels around, grasping something and pulling. The replicators instantly shut down.
"Phew..." He sighs, shaking his head to rid his hair of any stray skittles.
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Most of it flattens underfoot, but with the sheer volume of it all — and those hard candy shells — it's almost like stepping on marbles.
Every time Guinan moves, her feet slip and she wobbles.
It's enough to make her laugh, but watching the colorful waterfall ping off of Quill's head pushes her right over. Don't take this to mean you're off the hook, Star-lord. Sometimes you just have to laugh.
"What did you do?"
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A slight shrug. "I still don't know why it went haywire, though."
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The question is spoken with more humor now than previously.
"There are some things you just can't outguess, and other things that have a mind of their own."
She shakes candy out of her clothes, and arches an eyebrow.
"And still others that shouldn't be tampering with things they don't understand."
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He shifts a bit, the multi-coloured spheres cascading everywhere as he does.
"Yeah, well, I thought I knew what I was doing."
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"Come with me."
She motions over her shoulder, and carefully picks her way through the candy river toward the far end of the bar.
"So you have experience with Starfleet technology?"
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"Uh, well... I know a bit. Ain't much to brag about, really, but re-wired one computer console, re-wired 'em all."
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"Really? So you're an engineer?"
(It's a traaap.)
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Despite the mild tone of her voice, the look she casts at him is sharp. Stopping in front of a supply closet, she grabs a broom and holds it out to him.
"How about this? You have any experience with sweeping?"
Answer carefully.
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He's just going to reach for the broom to start sweeping, looking incredibly dejected, but not at the fact he has to sweep.
Mostly at the fact he was so close to amending these replicators.
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Guinan folds her arms over her chest, and in another lifetime she might have looked like a disapproving nun watching as a naughty student copied his prayer book onto a blackboard twenty times.
But after a few minutes, the dejected puppy expression on his face does get to her.
She shakes her head.
"What were you trying to get the replicators to do? I'm assuming not this."