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[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Lore hasn't talked to many people while he's been here—why, exactly, would he want to fraternize with inferior biological life forms?—but he has figured out a few things about Milliways, with a little bit of help. He knows how Bar works, and has a basic idea of how everything's laid out. Also, he was sure to find out the rules of this place, and the consequences for breaking them.

He'll consider that possibility more, later.

For the moment, he leaves his table finally and walks up to the Bar. After muttering a few instructions, he's eventually presented with a key. He takes it and heads up the stairs.

Mere moments later, an identical android in exactly the same uniform walks into the bar, carrying his cat. He asks for the usual meal for his pet, and goes to occupy one of the booths, no doubt one he has occupied before.

There seems to be something… different about him. Nothing tangible, certainly—he is simply sitting there, watching Spot eat, as he always does. But looking at his expression, one might say that he seems more thoughtful, or maybe even somehow tired.

…Or maybe you're just projecting some sort of emotional context onto a being who is incapable of emotion.

It's impossible to say, really.

[OOC: Open until his next post! Subject to slowtime. Oh, and feel free to mention it if your character saw someone who looks just like him walking upstairs...]

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[morethanprops]

Moist notices him and walks over to say with a smirk, its not what he would have expected of Lore,

"I didn't realize that you had a cat."

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Data finds nothing odd about this, as his cat was not present during his first conversation with "Alfred Spangler."

"Yes," he replies. "I have had Spot for a few years, and I occasionally bring him into Milliways."

[morethanprops]

Lore had only been to Milliways once and Moist blinks as he realizes this is Data. He offers Spot his hand as he considers what to tell Data,

"I see. Hello, Spot."

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Spot sniffs Moist's hand curiously for a moment, but quickly seems to lose interest.

"I apologize," Data says. "He is not often very sociable."

[morethanprops]

"I've always been more of a dog person so I don't mind. I was wondering something. Is there anyone else like you in your universe?"

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

There is a strange pause, during which Data's expression changes from slightly confused and/or interested, to unreadable.

"No," he answers. There is no apparent emotion behind his voice. "There was, but he is no longer functioning."

[morethanprops]

"That must have been quite something to make someone as durable as yourself not function anymore. I was just wondering,"

The look on Moist's face is just innocent curiosity.

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

"It is true that I am more resilient than a human," Data admits. "Fortunately, even my structure is not immune to phaser blasts."

Moist has a wonderful poker face; Data does not suspect a thing.

[morethanprops]

Its part of his stock and trade,

"Phaser, I'm not sure I know what kind of weapon that is."

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

"It is a common weapon for a Starfleet officer," Data explains, taking his from his belt. He presses a few buttons to activate the safety lock. He then hands it to Moist for inspection. "It is an energy weapon. It employs a nadion particle beam that can be configured to several settings."

[morethanprops]

Moist hefts it thoughtfully,

"A beam, so would that be like getting hit by lightning?"

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Data nods. "It is more similar to lightning than it is to a projectile weapon, such as a gun," he explains. "But unlike lightning, it is also capable of vaporizing objects on its higher settings."

[morethanprops]

Gently, Moist sets it down, "That's quite powerful."

[smart-house.livejournal.com]

There's nothing to project about a door that appears in the wall just to the right of the main door most people use to get in and out of this place.

"Hello, Milliways!" an artificial feminine voice offers lightly.

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Datas recognizes the voice instantly.

"Hello, SARAH," he greets back.

[smart-house.livejournal.com]

"Data. Hello.




"And you have a visitor with you?"

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Data replies, picking his cat up off the table. "This is Spot.

"Say hello, Spot."

Spot mews, actually being obedient for once.

[smart-house.livejournal.com]

"Spot. Classic - hello, Spot. I have two cats inside; Puck and Lysander.

"Did you have to interview to keep Spot too?"

Hellboy was kind of protective.

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

"Interview? No, I did not," Data answers. "A couple of my friends on the Enterprise owned a cat that gave birth to kittens. They offered to let me keep one.

"Why were you required to interview for your pets?"

[smart-house.livejournal.com]

"Because I am a house."

As if this explains everything.

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Data thinks about this.

"The previous owner was not sure of your ability to care for the cats, then?"

[smart-house.livejournal.com]

"Yes. I needed to prove that, while living with me, they would receive the physical affection required.

"I cannot do this entirely by myself, but Zoe and Sheriff Carter help me."

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Data nods. "It is good to have help.

"A few of my crewmates have also expressed concern related to my ability to give Spot the proper amount of affection. But Spot has not shown any sign that he is deprived of attention."

[smart-house.livejournal.com]

"You have hands.

"Why do you like him?"

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Data ponders the question for a moment.

"I have found it to be both an educational and enriching experience to care for a life form with basic biological needs."

He pets Spot. "Also, I have always wanted a family. I suppose that at this moment, Spot is the closest thing I have."