Issue #9

[mistconduct]

It feels so fucking weird to not be in church right now.

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[dalekemperor]

[He was about to correct the misapprehension of his statement but then the heart of the matter came to light.]

[softly] Ah. I see.

[There's another pause as he processes this and... tries to come up with words. He remembers his own family, centuries ago, on a war-torn planet, in a society lumbered with the usual wartime philosophy regarding family and loyalties. It doesn't help.]

You have my condolences. I take it... you and your family were close?

[See Davros. See Davros try to be tactful. >.<]

[mistconduct]

Like you wouldn't believe. And, y'know, Mom's still alive and out there somewhere, but my dad died the same day I did.

He would've been running the fucking Barge by now.

Anyway, thanks.

[dalekemperor]

[This is another thing he's so very much not used to and it shows with the pause and the rather awkward reply.]

You are... quite welcome.

[Empathy is clearly something that happens to other people but he's trying, damnit.]

[mistconduct]

Yeah.

So, hey, if you want, I'm going to head down to that chapel over here if you want to come with and see what Easter's about first-hand.

I don't know how mobile you are right now.

[dalekemperor]

I am afraid I cannot accompany you. I am in the infirmary and am not mobile at all.

[mistconduct]

Oh. Fuck.

Can I bring you a chocolate bunny?

/falls over laughing

[dalekemperor]

[He'd have no bloody clue what to do with it.]

[Then again, he's heard rather a lot about this chocolate substance. Hmmm.]

Please do. I must admit... I am curious as to what 'chocolate' is.

i'm so sorry davros.

[mistconduct]

You've never had chocolate?!


What the fuck?!

[dalekemperor]

[It's testament to how mellow these drugs have him feeling that he answers so patiently and calmly.]

I am not from Earth, and have not ever been there long enough to have had an opportunity to... sample its cuisine. I have scarcely encountered any humans, either, until now.

[mistconduct]

Wow. Talk about culture shock.

Sit tight. I am going to bring you the most amazing thing you've ever tasted.

[dalekemperor]

I shall remain here.

I am in the Zero Room which, I am told... is located in the back of the infirmary.

[mistconduct]

I've never heard of the Zero Room. Hard to find?

[dalekemperor]

[Must've been time for his meds because he sounds a bit more tired, but still coherent.]

I had not heard of it, either... until I was brought here. It is... a psychic null-environment... it blocks any kind of telepathy.

I am told that the door is easy to find.

would you like to spam or assume?

[mistconduct]

Cool. On my way now.

spam, please, this is going to to be hilarious.

[dalekemperor]

I shall wait here.

[And wait he does. The Zero Room is at the other end of the infirmary with a great big door. Said door has a wee sign that reads 'Occupied.']

spam it is!

[mistconduct]

[meanwhile, Chris manages to find his way to the Zero room, knocking on it before shuffling inside, a very clearly chocolate bunny in his arms]

Davros?

[dalekemperor]

Hmm? Yes?

[He is right over there, his life-support unit parked near the wall. No, he never leaves that thing. He's got a book in his hand and looks up from it.]

Ah. Mister D'Amico. I take it the main infirmary is unoccupied, now?

[mistconduct]

Dude, you can just call me Chris. And yeah, nothing serious or whatever.

[He walks in, dropping down in front of Davros]

Brought you chocolate.

[dalekemperor]

[The chair, a spinny office-type chair, is even pretty close by, which is good, because Davros is a bit difficult to hear right now.]

[He nods.] Chris, then.

[Another thing to get used to.]

[He puts the book aside and devotes his analytical attention to the chocolate bunny.]

[mistconduct]

[Chris holds the bunny out to Davros to take, grinning. He can't help it. He's never gotten to see someone have their first taste of chocolate before]

Here. Give it a try.

[dalekemperor]

[Davros carefully plucks said bunny from Chris' hand and examines it for a moment. It is certainly... a cheerful kind of object. He peels back the wrapper a bit and then breaks off a tiny piece. Places it in his mouth. A thoughtful look crosses his features.]

[He usually doesn't eat or drink and can go centuries without doing so. Compounded with that, his only remaining natural sense is taste, so it's pretty powerful. Had he eyes they would have gone wide. There is, however, an involuntary intake of breath and his brows go up.]

This is... rather potent....

[mistconduct]

[His face breaks out in a genuine grin, sitting back to watch]

Dude, I told you you'd love it.

AND HERE STARTS HIS CONVERSION TO GOOD... only not.

[dalekemperor]

[He snaps off another small piece and eats it.]

Something like this is... readily available to humans?

[...Which is Davros-ese for 'this is entirely too delicious to be legal.']

Chocolate. Who knew.

[mistconduct]

Oh, yeah, are you kidding me? Dude, this isn't even the good stuff, this is the cheap bullshit Americans get. You should see what the Germans make.

It's the little things in life.

[dalekemperor]

Somehow I doubt such a thing would be available to us on this ship.

[Canny, isn't he?]

[He chews on another small piece anyway.]

We must grasp what luxuries are available to us, I suppose. I am accustomed to extreme austerity but I understand there are many here who are not.

[Sure he knows this is true, but really feeling it is... still beyond him.]