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[dalekity.livejournal.com]

The Dalek has made extra effort today. It has a sign up saying 'One therapy session and you may be entered for a prize. Two therapy sessions and you're guaranteed to win the competition and get the prize.' There is an plastic figurine of the Ninth Doctor on the table, with a post-it note with the word 'PRIZE' on it taped to the figurine's face.

There's also a bowl of fruit and a bottle of orange juice and glasses on the table. Off to one side, there's a stereo playing soothing dolphin noises. Nearly deafeningly loudly.

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[simple-secret.livejournal.com]

What a horrible sound! What are you doing??

Not that the fox has any clue whether the Dalek is sentient or not, but the fox is the sort of individual who speaks to inanimate objects and other generally dense creatures (like humans) just because you never know when one will answer.

[dalekity.livejournal.com]

"I am trying to soothe clients," The Dalek says, but the dolphin noises drown it out. It tries again, slightly louder. "I am trying to soothe clients. I am trying to - ..." It turns, quickly smashes the stereo with it's manipulator arm and swivels back to look at the fox. "I was trying to soothe clients."

[simple-secret.livejournal.com]

That is not soothing, the fox informs the curious and apparently intelligent (for a given value of "intelligent") being. It is horrible. Although you've broken it now, so perhaps that does not matter. What are you?

[dalekity.livejournal.com]

"Humans of the planet Terra in the galaxy designated by humanity as the 'Milky Way' in twenty-first century find such noises to be pleasant and soothing. I do not see the attraction in them, myself," Dalek says. "They also enjoy being attacked with needles."

[simple-secret.livejournal.com]

The fox gives the Dalek a look that suggests an opinion that pepperpots have no right to sound as if they know anything about humans.

Foxes, on the other hand, are qualified experts.

They enjoy nothing of the sort. Humans are only interested in hunting and raising chickens and growing food-plants.

[venusadept_2]

Loud?

Over at wherever Felix is, the box he got a few days previously increases its volume. It's still playing Vivaldi's Spring.

[dalekity.livejournal.com]

Well, the Dalek can't just let that drown out it's soothing noises. It makes a quick alteration to the inner workings of the stereo and doubles it's volume. If Daleks could look smug, it would be looking smug in Felix's general direction.

[venusadept_2]

Now, that won't do. Echo hops onto Felix's table. What he does there is rather vague, but the end result is a SASER (like a laser, but with sound instead of light) directed at the Dalek. This, of course, means that nobody else can hear the music except as it echoes off the Dalek.

[dalekity.livejournal.com]

Dalek glares, as much as a pepperpot can glare.
"Cease and desist! Cease and desist! Cease and desist!"

[leftthecradle.livejournal.com]

"VALEN'S NAME!" a voice thunders over the racket. The Ranger comes striding up.

"For the sake of the ears of most carbon-based lifeforms in the Bar, would you please turn down the volume?"

[dalekity.livejournal.com]

Dalek turns to face him.
"Are these sounds not soothing?" It yells over the noise.

[leftthecradle.livejournal.com]

The Ranger winces and glares at the stereo. There is a barely seen ripple in the air around him and the look of discomfort on his face eases slightly.

Amazing what energy manipulation can do to the localized conductivity of sound.

"They would be...at a much lower volume," he says.

[dalekity.livejournal.com]

"I can find no reference to the optimum volume of such sounds." Dalek says, obviously confused.

[shufti]

Looking around, Shufti doesn't see anyone guarding the fruit. Just some metal thing. Several pieces are hastily shoved into pockets of a muddy red army uniform.

[dalekity.livejournal.com]

"Are you here for counselling, small humanoid being?"

[shufti]

"Argh!"

Shufti jumps back, crossbow immediately in hand although not pointing at the dalek.

"A-are you a troll mister?"

[dalekity.livejournal.com]

"No."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace thought she could make a quick run into the bar for a few supplies.

That was before the auditory attack at the doorway. It sounds like someone is murdering dolphins.

And then she finds the source of the sound.

Why yes. Someone is murdering dolphins. Ace would facepalm, as this is a prime faceplaming opportunity, but that would require taking her hands from over her ears, and she values her hearing.

Bloody stupid Daleks. Someday she'll be allowed to blow it up.

[dalekity.livejournal.com]

The Dalek just ignores her. It just thinks she's impersonating the waitrats and a variety of patrons. Like a sort of trend.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

She can't blow it up now.

But she can do something else.

She orders her supplies for her wandering, packs them all up in her pack, then orders one more thing.

One of those nice, big sound-proofed boxes. With a determined glint in her eyes, she marches over, box in hand.

[dalekity.livejournal.com]

"What are you doing?" The Dalek screeches, eyeing the box.

[imperfecthero01.livejournal.com]

"If you're looking to give someone therapy," Heero says dryly, after approaching the table, "You might want to turn that down."

As to the odd state of the therapist itself - he's not even going to try to think about it.

[dalekity.livejournal.com]

The Dalek has heard this a lot lately, and so simply relents and turns it down.
"I heard the sounds were soothing."

[imperfecthero01.livejournal.com]

"A lot of things are soothing," Heero replies, "If taken in small doses. It's a matter of measurement."

[dalekity.livejournal.com]

"What form of measurement? Metric? Imperial?"