[ There are, of course, a number of benefits to being inorganic. This has never been something that Data denies or attempts to avoid acknowledging: simply put, the truth is the truth. He's found a great deal of benefit in his years since activation.
And while a number of his standard functions and processes have been either shut down or-- reduced somehow during the process of arriving here, he's able to confirm that resistance to cold outside of extreme parameters seems to be as effective as ever. A matter of physical composition. Not programming.
Which is a very fancy way of saying that he's out and about for longer stretches than some. Trying to go about whatever standard daily routine he's established since arriving, probably, as much as can be salvaged. Or he could be hanging out in some public outdoor village space, if by "hanging out" one means standing stock-still and staring up into the snow. Very important scientific observations happening. Yep. For sure.
Barring all that? He does eventually make his somewhat snow-covered way to a front door. Rather than barge right on in, Data opts to knock, and if someone happens to answer, he'll speak just loudly enough to be heard over the wind. His opener? ]
Visibility has deteriorated to the point where it is neither advisable nor beneficial to remain outdoors in observation. I am afraid I must ask to take shelter until conditions have improved.
[ Is this a private home? Is it the Inn, arguably a building he really could just walk on into? All options work. Apologies for the android standing here explaining why he's here while there's cold air getting in, though. ]
jumped-up.
[ Specimen-collecting is the name of Data's metaphorical game. If it weren't very real scientific work, he might start questioning whether or not it counts as a hobby.
He picks up the feather, obviously. Subjects it to all the mental categorization of which he's capable. There are a great many things here, flora and fauna alike, that are entirely unknown to him. Understanding the new requires familiarity.
After those first few seconds of intense and silent study, which seems to him to be a higher priority, he finally cycles through to the next order of business: looking down at the ground below him for all the world like he's simply standing on an invisible staircase that he climbed by choice.
Data has some understandable confusion to process, sure. Yet first billing goes to what could best be described as subdued wonder. ]
Intriguing. [ He's never picked up a feather and started floating before. If that isn't intriguing, then nothing truly is. Then, after a beat, he continues. ] I do not know how to get down.
wildcard.
[ If anything else takes your fancy or you'd like hash something out, this is the option to use!
Catch Data: building a by-the-book igloo, joining all manner of expedition teams with gathering more knowledge on the brain, or observing local wildlife (weather permitting) with all the determined focus befitting an individual who graduated with honors in exobiology.
(I'm happy to match formatting! And working with a broad post-S4E1 canonpoint, for reference.) ]
data | star trek: tng | multiple prompts
[ There are, of course, a number of benefits to being inorganic. This has never been something that Data denies or attempts to avoid acknowledging: simply put, the truth is the truth. He's found a great deal of benefit in his years since activation.
And while a number of his standard functions and processes have been either shut down or-- reduced somehow during the process of arriving here, he's able to confirm that resistance to cold outside of extreme parameters seems to be as effective as ever. A matter of physical composition. Not programming.
Which is a very fancy way of saying that he's out and about for longer stretches than some. Trying to go about whatever standard daily routine he's established since arriving, probably, as much as can be salvaged. Or he could be hanging out in some public outdoor village space, if by "hanging out" one means standing stock-still and staring up into the snow. Very important scientific observations happening. Yep. For sure.
Barring all that? He does eventually make his somewhat snow-covered way to a front door. Rather than barge right on in, Data opts to knock, and if someone happens to answer, he'll speak just loudly enough to be heard over the wind. His opener? ]
Visibility has deteriorated to the point where it is neither advisable nor beneficial to remain outdoors in observation. I am afraid I must ask to take shelter until conditions have improved.
[ Is this a private home? Is it the Inn, arguably a building he really could just walk on into? All options work. Apologies for the android standing here explaining why he's here while there's cold air getting in, though. ]
jumped-up.
[ Specimen-collecting is the name of Data's metaphorical game. If it weren't very real scientific work, he might start questioning whether or not it counts as a hobby.
He picks up the feather, obviously. Subjects it to all the mental categorization of which he's capable. There are a great many things here, flora and fauna alike, that are entirely unknown to him. Understanding the new requires familiarity.
After those first few seconds of intense and silent study, which seems to him to be a higher priority, he finally cycles through to the next order of business: looking down at the ground below him for all the world like he's simply standing on an invisible staircase that he climbed by choice.
Data has some understandable confusion to process, sure. Yet first billing goes to what could best be described as subdued wonder. ]
Intriguing. [ He's never picked up a feather and started floating before. If that isn't intriguing, then nothing truly is. Then, after a beat, he continues. ] I do not know how to get down.
wildcard.
[ If anything else takes your fancy or you'd like hash something out, this is the option to use!
Catch Data: building a by-the-book igloo, joining all manner of expedition teams with gathering more knowledge on the brain, or observing local wildlife (weather permitting) with all the determined focus befitting an individual who graduated with honors in exobiology.
(I'm happy to match formatting! And working with a broad post-S4E1 canonpoint, for reference.) ]