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trans_92009-11-16 06:33 pm
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Full Of Broken Thoughts, I Cannot Repair [Open, Set Post Funeral]
After the services the Doc had just needed a little peace and quiet. He'd never been one for funerals, felt awkward at the best of times and miserably guilty at the worst. Today had been the latter more than the former...
He settled into one of the little viewing rooms in the media library and lay himself out across the squishy couch, just looking up to the ceiling lost in thought as he listened to some music. For the moment he'd put in a request for an old favourite.
Anyone who stumbled on him would get treated to him softly singing along under his breath. He knows this one like the back of his hand.
He settled into one of the little viewing rooms in the media library and lay himself out across the squishy couch, just looking up to the ceiling lost in thought as he listened to some music. For the moment he'd put in a request for an old favourite.
Anyone who stumbled on him would get treated to him softly singing along under his breath. He knows this one like the back of his hand.

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"Be quiet! Some of us are attempting to learn!"
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"What are you learning that could be more interesting than listening to Johnny Cash?"
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He beckoned the raptor over and restarted the song, nudging the kiosk playing it to display the lyrics.
"Do your people have songs really?" he asked.
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"Not quite like yours, human."
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Doc let the song finish out and roll over into another classic (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CctaP71iNuQ).
"Cash is a master though, seriously."
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"This word continues to frustrate me. Hmph. Why is there an 'L' in the middle of 'could' if it makes no sound?!"
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"But the longer we speak it the more our language gets pared down into it's most base and easy to pronounce parts - so how we say it changes but how we spell it sort of lags behind a little."
He paused.
"Also if English spelling and grammar ever started making total sense time and space would probably collapse from the sheer disruption of status quo."
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Leaning against the entryway to the viewing room, she crossed her arms. "You know, you surprise me, Doctor. I never pictured you as a singer," she teased, obviously trying to lighten his mood.
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"Eh, I just kinda hum along." he insisted, but gave her a small smile any way and sat up on the couch to make room for her to join him. "You like Cash?"
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Doc groaned and put a hand over his face. "Geez, don't get me started on the rap thing. I can't tell you how happy I am that Sean's gotten over that whole shtick."
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"I STILL like New Kids on the Block. And also the Adam West Batman series."
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"Let's hope there is never a Catwoman on this ship then, because we have a Batman and I still haven't managed to introduce myself." he shrugged sheepishly. "He's very intimidating."
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"So just bullets huh? No ice cream or certain kinds of candy?"
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This was... nice.
He'd been melancholy moments ago but one fellow Johnny Cash fan and he felt worlds better. It was nice to talk about something that WASN'T the grave situation they were all dealing with for a while.
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She thinks for a moment and changes the conversation a little. "I once had a mutant spit this nasty muscus at me. I couldn't breath until Scott..." she trailed off, and took a deep breath. "Until Scott blasted it off. That was probably one of the most disgusting things that's ever happened to me."