Singularity

Archive Log: 20

"So, you wish for Onora?"

"And you," Daniels stated while crossing her arms. "You're invited to this too, Walter. Like you're being left out," she despaired really. Others may treat any synthetic like a tool, a servant, but Walter was seriously treated like any other person, he was part of the crew.

His eyes widened a little at that before he looked over his shoulder and then back at Daniels. "I shall wake Onora then."

"Oh, no, Walter-!" Daniels was shaking her hands in the air in an effort to discourage the android, but he was already pacing over to the bed and kneeling down. Daniels could see and watch as he carefully, almost lovingly placed a hand on her shoulder and ran it to her hand. She couldn't hear what he was quietly saying to her, but it seemed to be working as Onora yawned and stretched. Honestly, Daniels felt a little guilty for waking the biologist up. Or, at least, making Walter feel like he had little to no choice but to wake her. Truthfully, Daniels doubted very much whether Onora would even miss anything.

Bad space food, possible cheap liquor; not that Onora drunk alcohol it seemed. Any chance to have a possible attempt at a celebratory moment, of course Jake would be there. As serious as he could be, he was also quite adept at joking about. It was actually a bit of a shock really that Oram seemed to agree with this. Suppose it was one way to officially christen this ship as home. But the one man who seemed so up for rules to suddenly want to humour this sign of slacking was truly something.

Rubbing her eyes and sitting up Onora looked to the door, "Hey."

"Hey," Daniels replied with a wave. She stepped back as Onora eventually walked her way, tugging her canvas shoes on instead of boots.

"What's this get together then?" Onora stepped to the side as Walter exited her room too and stood by her side.

Daniels looked between the pair before setting off. She was perhaps the only one of the crew to know, or realise that these two were close, really quite close. Not that she judged or commented. "For some reason, Jake has it in his head that to make this place officially ours, that we should just all sit, eat, drink, generally the same stuff we did back at base. I know, I know, same shit different day." Daniels smirked when Onora double took and frowned with a smile her way while she was talking.

"It's just an excuse to eat and drink, isn't it?" Onora laughed as she tucked her hands into her pockets.

"Yeah...pretty much," Daniels tried to sound serious while nodding her head solemnly, only to grin and let out a laugh as they made their way towards the bridge. Despite it being a small, dark room. It seemed apt to be there, seems it was where most of the activity would happen when everyone was up and about and setting to tasks which were set for them.

"Isn't that just a regular meal?" Was Walter's musings as he looked between the women with a frown. They walked either side of him and leaned past to glance at each other before looking at him and shaking their heads. He let out a low thoughtful sound as he mused over this. He didn't think he'd ever truly understand people, even more so as they walked onto the bridge and music was playing. Walter tilted his head and looked around, everyone was gathered around the small room, smiling and laughing. It really was a hub of activity in here, someone had clearly helped themselves to the wireless speaker system which basically ran all around the ship, it was actually usually what Mother spoke through, but for the moment the AI was silent. Walter couldn't help but side eye a computer as they passed, he half thought whether someone had disengaged the ever lurking presence, they hadn't, but he couldn't help but check. It took quite a bit of time to get it, her, up and running and to the point where she was efficient and self thinking - as much as can be - and didn't need total inputs from Walter. The thought of rerouting Mother, was enough to give Walter a metaphorical headache.

Regardless of this, and of the fact that others were having drinks way too near fragile, delicate pieces of machinery and keyboards, Walter took a glass when it was given to him by Tennessee and looked at the content with a raised eyebrow.

Hearing a laugh, he looked to Onora. "You don't have to drink it, Walter." She whispered to him while suddenly having a bottle of soft drink shoved in her hands. Tennessee sent her a knowing look and a grin before shuffling off. He seemed to be playing the part of drink host, or just someone who dished out the drinks and made sure everyone had something, in some form.

Walter looked around and then at her, he shook his head. "It is nice to be included." He held the cup up and looked it over.

"Can't beat them, join them." Was Onora's reply as she lifted her bottle and clinked it against the cup. Walter blinked and then looked at her, she smiled and bought the bottle to her lips before taking a swig. Looking back at his cup, Walter drunk from it. It wouldn't get him drunk, nor merry, the affects of food and drink were completely lost on him, yet he would look the odd one out if he didn't take part in the celebration of christening this place as home. Honestly, Walter didn't even know the meaning of this gathering anymore, it really did just seem like an excuse to sit, drink, eat whatever food someone had attempted to make in the kitchen, and relax. Walter supposed really they did deserve it, training had been hard, harder more so for some than others. Secluded from the outside, stuck with only each other as company, abiding by rules in the base...but now, there weren't exactly any rules here, other than the obvious rules which abided to health and safety - drinking copious amounts of alcohol not withstanding - so why not? Just why not cut loose, if only for the evening before getting down to business tomorrow?