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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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"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."