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[hischair]

When: 19th
Rating: TBC
Characters: You!
Summary: A shindig at the beach for the best navigator in Starfleet.
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[ OOC: Feel free to assume your character has received an invite to the party via their inbox or word of mouth for Chekov's birthday! Everyone is welcome except you, Khan and presents are mandatory for the Enterprise's young navigator. Please tag under either section to keep the party somewhat ordered, and have fun! ]

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Dusk

[candothat]

[Several long, silent minutes pass. Chekov, usually incapable of sitting still for any great length of time without fidgeting, remains still, contemplating the bonfire. Eventually, though, he glances at her again, surprised to find her looking at him.

Curiously, almost sadly:] What are you?

Dusk

[moonlitrequiem]

[It's such a straight forward question. One she's not used to having to answer, or explain. She answers it with the same empty tone as everything else thus far.]

A Doll.

Dusk

[candothat]

[He's not sure what he was expecting. Contractor, maybe (although she seems almost sad and, from what Chekov can guess, that isn't something common among Contractors), or some other kind of damaged child-soldier from a world without stars. Doll doesn't tell him much of anything.]

What does this mean?

Dusk

[moonlitrequiem]

Dolls only follow orders, and do not feel. They are passive and do as commanded.

[However, this is Doll is careful to leave out her ability to use an observer spirit.]

Dusk

[candothat]

But you are different.

[He has no interest in her abilities, really. What he's concerned about is the notion that a being with freewill is being controlled in some way, her own desires and motivations suppressed.]

Dusk

[moonlitrequiem]

[She nods.]

Things have changed. [Even if she will never be the human girl she once was.]

Dusk

[candothat]

[He's silent for a long moment.]

Can you experience happiness?

Dusk

[moonlitrequiem]

[She nods again. It's only to a slight degree, muted, worlds apart from what she used to experience.]

Dusk

[candothat]

[He mirrors her nod.]

Good. I would pity any sentient being who could not feel that.

Dusk

[moonlitrequiem]

[She remains silent. Even as she is now, she's still not very expressive.]