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milliways_bar2012-02-28 11:15 pm
stilljustandrew) wrote in milliways_bar2012-02-28 11:15 pm
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Cleanup at Milliways is proceeding. A lot of things are slowly working their way back towards normal, or whatever passes for normal around here. Functional.
One of the things that's come back to functional is the Security office. The cell forcefields are working perfectly, opening and closing on command, once again impregnable as they were first designed to be.
And if there's one particular function missing ... well, it was hardly ever necessary in the first place, was it? More of an amenity than a function, really. Barely even that. A gratuitous courtesy. A nice touch, you might say.
It's not as though anyone needs to be able to talk to the walls and get an answer back.
If anyone working Happy Hour looks at a particular shelf behind the bar, they will find what looks like a high-tech toy of some kind: a vaguely arachnoid shape in some gleaming metal, tiny round body, spindly legs.
If it was ever designed to move, it seems that its battery has run out.
Say sorry.
[Feel free to tag with any reaction, and indeed with reactions to reactions. Just ... don't expect an answer from Baby.]
One of the things that's come back to functional is the Security office. The cell forcefields are working perfectly, opening and closing on command, once again impregnable as they were first designed to be.
And if there's one particular function missing ... well, it was hardly ever necessary in the first place, was it? More of an amenity than a function, really. Barely even that. A gratuitous courtesy. A nice touch, you might say.
It's not as though anyone needs to be able to talk to the walls and get an answer back.
If anyone working Happy Hour looks at a particular shelf behind the bar, they will find what looks like a high-tech toy of some kind: a vaguely arachnoid shape in some gleaming metal, tiny round body, spindly legs.
If it was ever designed to move, it seems that its battery has run out.
Say sorry.
[Feel free to tag with any reaction, and indeed with reactions to reactions. Just ... don't expect an answer from Baby.]
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Jail cells and security people don't mesh with her.
But she comes when she hears what happened. Like The Bar.
Comes to stand in the silence. Because she remembers.
Her first day. When she wasn't left alone either.
She'll just take a moment. Standing.
With her hand here on the wall.
Because it all matters.