#dataofenterprise

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dataofenterprise

Commander Data, isn't it? I was not aware that androids took a fancy to fashion, but I am honored to see you in my humble establishment. What can I do for you?

[signheresir]

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Janice eyes the man warily. His uniform was wonky, and she didn't know him. Janice knew everyone in command. He didn't have stripes on his sleeve for rank, but there were pips on his collar. 

"Can I help you with something, Lt. Commander...?" Janice says warily, very suspicious. 

[logicandprosperity]

"The ambassador is in tears. I repeat-"

[[Woo, awkward hello's in the form of crying responses!

To the android, Spock had served as a bridge towards bettering his understanding of what it is to feel human and what it was to simply embrace humanity as an idea. A foreign notion that one strove for whilst the other embraced when it best served him. Even if...perhaps...it served him at the most inopportune times.

For the Ambassador [to be] to have so openly broken down in front of Data merely reinforced all lessons he'd ever learned about humans. In that moment he hesitated, he did not know what to do to comfort Spock even though his programming brought forth countless techniques in soothing a distraught individual. This was not the cry of a distraught individual. This was the crying of a man whose heart was wounded on the deepest level imaginable -- and there were no guides or logs or lessons that could have taught the android about fixing it.

So rather, he stayed with Spock. He placed a hand on his shoulder and allowed for him to make a choice on the level of comfort he required.

"Mister Spock, I am...sorry." For what caused this violent emotional response, for a plethora of anomalies that led to this distinct moment. Data placed his hand on Spock's other shoulder, holding them both square and tall. "I am so very, very sorry."

[ Spock had not meant to break down in the presence of the android. To a man who has dedicated his life to the purging and suppression of emotion, there is little more shameful than allowing such a complete and total breakdown. It is not unheard of, of course--similarly embarrassing events have occurred on rare occasions during Spock's lifetime--and yet any emotional transgression is as embarrassing as the last. ]

[ It should not, Spock supposes rather miserably, be all that surprising. After all, as Vulcans grow older, their iron control over their emotions begins to slip. And Spock is quite old at this point. His father grappled with the same difficulty; perhaps, as they say, it runs in the family. But excuses do not ease the embarrassment at all, of course. As much as he knows it is justifiable on some level, he is still overwhelmed with shame at allowing himself to weep openly even in front of an android such as Data. And still he cannot cease his sobs, despite the shame. Still he weeps on, body shaking and convulsing. ]

[ It's stupid, really, what brought this on. It was just... seeing the bridge of the Enterprise bustling with activity, it was far too easy to see past the architectural differences and recall the way his Enterprise looked, with Kirk lounging in the captain's chair and Uhura at the comm station and Sulu and Chekov manning the navigation systems. And with that image sticking firmly in his mind, reminding him all too harshly that all of them are now gone, he had turned and fled to his quarters. Whether Picard had instructed Data to follow him or the android had done so of his own volition, Spock doesn't bother to wonder. ]

[ A gentle touch on his shoulder. Spock leans into it almost instinctively before remembering that he isn't supposed to react positively to physical contact. It isn't the Vulcan way. Then again, neither is bursting into tears at trivial provocation. So, tentatively releasing his hold on his usual rigidity, he presses against Data's hand and closes his eyes. It takes a long few seconds, but eventually, the snuffling sobs subside and the elderly Vulcan is able to dry his eyes and speak. ] Apologies are... unnecessary, Mr. Data. It is I who should apologize for my lapse in control.

[commspecialistdwyer]

♪ ♦ ♯ [whispers noooot sooooorry]

♪ for the song our muses will have sex to.

Robot Rock/Oh Yeah - Daft Punk

♦ for an unsent text.

[comm; DATA]  A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

♯ for what my muse finds attractive about yours.

[everything about the lee pace fc]

Your brain.

[starfleetnursewhiterock-blog]

outofbandages:

Good night my loves <3 give me replies to do when I return home. 

I have the Three way rp and Your rp data and yours also Kestra.

I'm going to job corp Open house tomorrow so I dunno how long I'll be gone but the moment I get home I should do replies. 

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outofbandages:

I made a Riker, Seriously Riker is made 

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Go add him.

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oh gosh you guise need to stop

thank you!