James: : A clock is right four times a day, if you think about the minute hand and the second hand. Thank you…The minute hand and the hour hand and the second hand-
Joker: no-
James: It could be right six times a day!
Joker: No Vega, no, I'm like, I'm literally about to start crying blood. It's-
James: No, if you think about-
Joker: No-
James: The hour is correct-
Joker: It's- they're not too separate!
James: So it's 2pm, and then it's-
Joker: No asshole, no no no-
James: Fifteen minutes-
Joker: You can’t just say, no no no no no, it can’t just be-
James: So, it could actually be right six times a day!
Joker: You are incorrect.
James: And-
Joker: You are thinking about a clock completely wrong. A time is the coordinatiod of the minute hand and-
James: Yes!
Kaidan: All 3! All 3! Minute, hour and second!
Joker: So it can only be twice!
James: And individually, individually, they can also be correct.
Kaidan: Well no, that would mean it would be correct 24 times in a day.
Joker: It is-
James: Why?
Kaidan: Becau- If you’re only counting the minute hand?
James: No I'm not just counting the minute hand!
Joker: I...want...to retire, from the Normandy
James: Well, hey, buddy, Wait a couple of years, and then you can get whatever clock you want. I mean I dunno what kinda...
Joker: [Wailing in anguish]
James: Probably, maybe -
Joker: [Wailing in anguish]
James: Wanna get, probably, probably wanna get a clock that’s right more than two times a day. Idiot here…
Joker: [Wailing in anguish] Oh God, oh God!
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Fictober 2023: Day 3
Prompt: "Okay, show me."
Fandom: Mass Effect
Relationship: Commander Natasha Shepard/Kaidan Alenko, Commander Natasha Shepard & Jeff "Joker" Moreau
Rating: General
Warnings: None
Summary: Kaidan meets up with Jeff at a bar in Vancouver.
AO3 link: here. Preview below the cut.
The Secret Meeting
Kaidan rested his arms against the edge of the table, leaning against it as he kept a watchful eye on the entrance. The fading daylight streaked into the dimly lit bar each time the door was opened. He took another slow sip from the bottle of beer resting in front of him, quickly tossing a handful of peanuts into his mouth to combat the strong aftertaste of the stale, warm beverage.
He glanced toward the nearest holo screen and felt his heart drop as the same old footage repeated between the new coverage from today. The familiar scene of Commander Shepard being escorted from the Normandy SR-2 by Admirals Hackett and Anderson on the day she’d surrendered herself into their custody. The muscular marine assigned as her bodyguard protectively guided her through the crowd of ravenous reporters that shrieked after her, demanding details on what's become known as the Alpha Relay Incident.
Kaidan knew she hated this. It must’ve reminded her of the press tour she’d been forced into after the Blitz. A dark time for her.
The newer footage showed the individuals that had arrived today as the tribunal had begun. He was included among those numbers. His mind was awash with memories of their time together, back before everything had gone wrong. The opinions he’d formed about her character, and his account of the events of the time he’d spent working with her on the SR-1, would be instrumental in the judgment that would be rendered against her. Or so Hackett and Anderson had told him.
He did want to help her. He still loved her, and he always would. But navigating through those memories was taxing. He’d spent two years mourning her, clinging to each second he could recall as the memories slipped through his fingers like water through a sieve. And now he had to wade through them to carefully pluck out the ones that highlighted her character, but kept their romance hidden from the committee.
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