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[truth_is_cold]

[Open Spam]

[Today is a very special sort of day. Because Rhade also had a cursed object, only he didn't realize that it was one of his leather jackets. His plan to go to the CES is somewhat hindered by a sudden inability to think up a lie.

He's on his way there, anyway, not realizing yet that how exactly the flood has caused this. He knows that he needs to check up on Ben, because whatever was happening there was really.... strange. Just strange. Basically somehow candy has made Ben act slightly creepier than usual.]


OOC: So, for the first time ever on spontaneous whim I'm doing a truth thing with Rhade. He won't ramble on the network but if he runs into someone he will.

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[inhistorybooks]

[Trip isn't affected, and that's perfectly fine by him. He's got more than enough stuff on his plate without worrying about clucking like a chicken or bursting into song at every opportunity, and so when he heads up the stairs to the deck and runs into Rhade, he seems like he's in a pretty good mood.]

Afternoon.

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[truth_is_cold]

It's always awkward running into you. I hate whatever is happening. I apologize, I didn't want to say that. I'm saying things that I don't want to. It's as if the filter between my mind and my mouth has completely shut down.

[All this as he's slowly going past, and he ends up wrinkling his nose and wringing his fingers in irritation.]

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[inhistorybooks]

[Well.

That's definitely awkward, and Trip looks surprised, because he doesn't know if he should ask why Rhade hates running into him, or respect the fact that he doesn't want to be spewing this kind of stuff and it's just the flood.]

Sorry? [...] There something I can do to make it less awkward?

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[truth_is_cold]

It's not necessarily your fault. The ship brought you in prior to being acquainted with me and I was very close to your wife. Who is likely not your wife yet.

[He tries to make an apologetic shrug but it doesn't quite feel right after that.]

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[inhistorybooks]

My wife? [He has absolutely no idea how to respond to that, because it's just so out of left field in some ways.

In others, it's really not, but holy crap, when the hell did that happen?] You mean T'Pol?

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[truth_is_cold]

Yyyyes.

[That comes out a little awkwardly, wondering if he should be saying that or not.] She was ill before she left. She was showing emotion. So I took her deal for her.

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[inhistorybooks]

What was it for? [Although he regrets the question almost as soon as he asks it.]

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[truth_is_cold]

I don't know if you really want to know about this, but it's for your daughter. Your as in plural. She is going to die and my deal will save her life.

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[inhistorybooks]

[Your daughter.

Everything pretty much stops at this point, because it's just way too much new information, and he has no idea how to process it.

Their daughter. He and T'Pol were married, and they had a daughter, who was dying.]

What?

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[truth_is_cold]

What I said.

...Human beings can be terrible people, sometimes. Especially xenophobic ones.

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[inhistorybooks]

What did they do to her?

[It's weird, that he's immediately defensive of someone he's never met and probably won't for a while, if ever, but the way Rhade says it makes him immediately angry, because it's not just an illness or something they couldn't change - it's something other people did. And that's just disgusting.]

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[truth_is_cold]

She wasn't well designed. [He says it like it's appalling, and it is. To a Nietzschean, using DNA without someones permission is unconscionable.]

You and T'Pol weren't involved. You just took responsibility for her, while you could.

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[inhistorybooks]

Hell. [Trip runs his hands over his face, confused and overwhelmed and still pretty angry with whoever was responsible.] Sorry, that's... a lot to take in.

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[truth_is_cold]

Understandably. There's a lot more coming out of my mouth than I expect. But this ship was badly affecting her and it was for the best if she returned home.

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[inhistorybooks]

Do you know why I left?

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[truth_is_cold]

She couldn't take it anymore. Neither of you could. This place is a cesspool, ranging from torture to mind control to rape. [That's blunt honesty that Rhade would have said without any flood effects.] The difference between this and fleet service being that you are completely helpless to do anything about it here.

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[inhistorybooks]

I don't know what to say.

[But he definitely sounds appreciative, even if he's still floored and confused and just. He really doesn't know how to handle it.]