Afterparty Buffet

[superstylishsquid]

[So, that trial sure happened, didn't it? And on nearly empty stomachs, no less. That's why people might catch Alastor headed for the kitchen as soon as they're out of the theater, obviously intent on making food. He's in there a while, actually, and the hallway outside of it smells strongly of some rather tasty food.

What he's up to will become clear when he goes around to tell people to visit the mess hall. There, he's set up a varied buffet on one of the tables, all of various foods easy to serve in small portions. This includes small slices of beef only very lightly seared on the outside, but also more fully cooked fare, and even a few fruit and vegetable dishes. Plus the requisite spread of alcohol, because it sure has been A Day, huh?

...Also, while Hermes obviously doesn't eat, he still gets the instructions to go to the mess hall. Huh.]

Comments

[superstylishsquid]

How about the fact that you completely lost it for a bit, up there?

[somuchshipping]

[Oh... That... In retrospect, Hermes should have maybe... not gotten angry... But...]

...I'm sorry... I won't yell like that ever again...

[It was like he just couldn't help himself. Not that Alastor needs to know that...]

[superstylishsquid]

Not just the yelling. You were kinda acting like some kind of crazed villain 'bot.

Your voice keeps sounding off, too.

[somuchshipping]

{??? His voice...?]

Um... how does it sound off...?

[Did Hermes never notice?]

[superstylishsquid]

Kinda...almost like it's a biological voice, instead of a mechanical synthesizer?

[somuchshipping]

[...]

[Hermes is looking a little stunned.]

...MaybeYou'reHearingWrong! Or maybe it's because I'm in the real world?????

[Hermes has no way to explain this...]

[superstylishsquid]

I've dealt with enough robots to recognize the difference between a mechanical voice and a biological one.

Don't think being in the real world would make a difference, either. Even when you're aware of the fourth wall, which side you're on doesn't change anything about you.

[somuchshipping]

[Hermes goes to scratch his front leg with a footclaw, but catches himself and puts it back in the ground somewhat awkwardly.]

Maybe it's just this ship then. So many weird things are happening on it. OrMaybeIt's PartOfMyFireballPowers ThatNeverGotMentioned!

[superstylishsquid]

Or maybe it's something to do with how your legs keep itching?

[somuchshipping]

Pfft, nawwwwww! My legs can't itch! I'm an AI! Nothing about this shell itches. It's just good ol' me, pulling a prank on all of you!

[superstylishsquid]

Riiiiight.

[Just. The most disbelieving look.]

...Would you be more cooperative if we talked about this alone? Just you and someone who's used to having AI around.

[somuchshipping]

[Hermes idly scratches at the ground, clearly uncomfortable, but doesn't really answer the question. It may be clear that his body language is saying "yes" to a more private place.]

...B- but... I... you...

[superstylishsquid]

What about me?

...You don't think I'm that mad about the diary thing, do you?

[somuchshipping]

[NWDNIWDNDJIWNQENJQD]

[Hermes bobs up and down.]

I- ItWasOnlyOnePage...! B- but fine...! We'll... we'll talk in private...!

[One way to get Hermes to cooperate: Metaphorically drive him into a corner.]

[superstylishsquid]

I wanna keep checking up on people, but meet me in the casino after dinner. We ought to be able to avoid snoops there.

[somuchshipping]

[Hermes will quietly nod and await his "Doom" by finding things to preoccupy his time...]