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Tweak says, "im at my breaking point"

seven of nine (borg) wrote in toboldlyrpg,
@ 2017-04-13 13:05:00

Entry tags:

! enterprise, - mess hall, lucifer morningstar | lucifer, seven of nine | star trek: voy

WHO: Seven of Nine & Lucifer
WHEN: 226404.13
WHERE: Enterprise, Mess Hall
SUMMARY: Borg drones are chronic workaholics.
WARNINGS: N/A (will update if necessary)
STATUS: Complete Log

In the Delta Quadrant, away from Starfleet's plethora of resources, there was always something that needed tending to, tasks that were in need of completion. There were no starbases to dock at, no maintenance crews to see to repairs, replacements, and upgrades. All of that had to be handled in house, divvied up amongst the crew — not always to the most qualified or rank appropriate, as sometimes even the senior staff (of which Seven was a member of) had to see to tasks usually left to the lower decks.

Which was why she was presently busying herself with realigning shorted out EPS relays in the mess hall. She could be out and about, exploring Yorktown, but had little interest in doing so. Not when there were useful things she could be doing aboard the ship.

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borg
2017-04-25 02:37 pm UTC (link)

Whereas Seven's knowledge was vast. On Voyager, she applied that knowledge readily where needed, but here she was reluctant to use it, mindful of the earlier timeframe. Nevermind wanting to avoid drawing unnecessary attention to herself. She full of not only valuable information, but technology as well. Her cybernetic systems were the most advanced thing in the quadrant, let alone the ship.

"This former realm of yours. Where is located?"

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	extraharley 2017-04-25 02:49 pm UTC (link)
	"Hell?" Lucifer asked. "I don't even know. It's not exactly somewhere you drive to, or fly a ship to. The last trip I made, I had to die to get there." And he almost hadn't made it back. "I've never concerned myself with the details of where, only what it was meant to be." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

borg
2017-04-26 12:18 am UTC (link)

Hell — literal, actual Hell — was something of an unfamiliar concept. She was aware of the idea of so-called 'heaven' and 'hell' across a broad scope of belief systems, both alien and not, but the existence of a tangible realm had yet to be proven. Perhaps one didn't exist at all in her reality, but did in his. Seven wasn't a spiritual person in any way, but she was fascinated by the notion.

"It's enough that you know it is there," she suggested. "You find that satisfactory without justifying its existence by providing an exact location?"

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extraharley
2017-04-26 01:44 am UTC (link)

"I ruled hell for eons, I was in charge of the torture of countless dead mortals for ages, and so yes, I find that satisfactory without an exact location," Lucifer replied, his voice on edge. "My wings would carry me back and forth between planes, now the only way I know to get there is to die and I don't plan on doing that. Because I don't plan on ever going back there."

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	borg 2017-04-26 02:49 am UTC (link)
	Seven stared at him — hard, as if expecting her cortical implant to see wings which were not there and not visible to the naked eye. She could see things that were slightly out of phase, but that didn't appear to be the case here. "I do not see any wings, unless your statement was meant to be metaphorical and not literal." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	extraharley 2017-04-26 02:54 am UTC (link)
	"I had my friend Maze cut them off," Lucifer replied with a shrug. "Then I burned them for good measure. You're welcome to see the scars if you need visual evidence." He glanced at her, as she was staring at him. "Do you realize you can come across as quite intense?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

borg
2017-04-26 03:10 am UTC (link)

"That will not be necessary. I will accept your statement without visual proof."

Were she ashamed of her Borg upbringing or capable of jealousy, she would envy his ability to mask those scars, to hide the remnants of what he once was. There were implants on her face and hands, bare for the world to see. (And many, many more hidden beneath her clothes, ones that were discolored and gruesome-looking.)

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	extraharley 2017-04-26 03:12 am UTC (link)
	"Yes, but about that intensity?" Lucifer prodded. "I mean, don't get me wrong, Sev. I find you fascinating." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	borg 2017-04-26 03:16 am UTC (link)
	Sev? The optical implant over her false left eye arched slightly, but she didn't correct him. "I am Borg," was her answer for that. In other words: Yes, she'd been told that quite frequently. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	extraharley 2017-04-26 03:23 am UTC (link)
	"And I'm the devil," Lucifer countered. Of course, he could hide that. And he did. She couldn't, evidence even now by how she reacted to the nickname. He grinned. "See, now I'm glad I interrupted you from your thrilling tasks of repairing malfunctioning... whatever those were." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	borg 2017-04-26 03:44 am UTC (link)
	"There are those who perceive the Collective to be the devil's incarnates," she provided, moving to stand once more. "EPS relays — A task I should return to." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	extraharley 2017-04-26 04:02 am UTC (link)
	"Ironic, isn't it?" Lucifer asked, tilting his head to look up at her. "Given that my greatest sin was demanding to be able to make decisions on my own? To serve a purpose of my own choosing?" He stood but couldn't stop himself from adding, "Speaking of choices, are you sure you don't want to venture to the base at least once? There is ice cream, after all." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	borg 2017-04-26 04:05 am UTC (link)
	Ironic, indeed. "Perhaps another time," she said, moving back to the open panel. She glanced over her shoulder at him, "When my repairs are complete." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	extraharley 2017-04-26 04:08 am UTC (link)
	Lucifer shook his head, though he was slightly amused. "Suit yourself, Sev," he told her, and headed out of the mess hall. There was only one day left at the base, and he didn't intend to return to the ship again until curfew. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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