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Dr. Noonien Soong ([personal profile] postorganic) wrote in [community profile] voicetest2014-04-25 10:37 pm

A bar on any planet. only cut warning would be for tng relaunch/pocket spoilers probably



[ It isn't like Soong to be careless, but under the circumstances, he almost doesn't care anymore. All he's worked for in his life has amounted to this. Nothing.

All his plans, all his tedious transactions, all the work, the future potential for his own brilliance which he held in such high regard, all of it is as dead as his family. There's nowhere left to go, and nothing else to work toward. Seated at the bar, he stares into his drink and curses himself under his breath. If all of his equipment hadn't been burned to ashes, maybe he could at least make some adjustments and allow this concoction to abate his misery for a few blessed hours. Then again, if it weren't for the events on Yutani IIIa, he wouldn't need the alcohol at all.

But, even with this body and all his damned knowledge, he still can't change the past. That's why he hasn't even bothered to change his appearance for this little excursion. He's not exactly looking for a fight, but if facial scans on whatever insignificant planet this is bring trouble, let it come. If it brings an end to this incredibly vain flight of stupidity, so be it. It might even be doing the universe a favor.

And those thoughts, that grim way of thinking at this all-time low point in his life, are why he spits the following at anyone drawing too near his seat.
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Ever heard of personal space?
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[personal profile] nanoprobes 2014-04-29 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[For the first and perhaps also the thousandth time, Seven of Nine is an agent of the Temporal Integrity Commission. She is not here for Dr. Soong—or rather, she's uncertain of whether it's him she's here for—since her optical and cortical implants indicate that something out of phase nearby, but she cannot see it, or them, clearly. The imprecision is unusual and frustrating to say the least.

She does pass close in her exploration of the bar. Recognition is immediate and effortless, accuracy is not. Lt. Commander Data is a possibility to be heavily considered. Rather than seeking confirmation, she addresses the question. Her response is measured, with a trace of superiority that does sound like a reaction, a rise, to his biting tone.
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It is a concept of which I am aware. The exact dimensions vary on an individual basis.

[She takes a full step backward, subsequently subjecting him to scrutiny both tactless and scientific.]

Is this adequate?
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[personal profile] you_look_weak 2014-10-16 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Heard of it, yeah.

[Have a large shrug, because Deadlock may have heard of personal space, but he doesn't fraggin' care. And have that large shrug as Deadlock plops himself down at the next table. Yeah, sorry, you don't want him here? Here is where he wants to be. He's charming like that.]

What's you're fraggin' problem, anyway?