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Torres, eyeing Murphy like he’s a snack: Damn Seska: Murphy better run. Torres: He’s dating a Delaney sister. Seska: Not anymore. Dumb and Dumber called dibs. Torres: Harry, is it true you about you two and the Delaney sisters- Kim: Tom, what the fuck did you tell people? Paris: You and Jenny disappeared on a gondola in Venice. Kim: And nothing happened! Torres: Spill Kim: …I fell out of the gondola. Kim: I was betrayed by gravity. Paris: Dude was worried Jenny was gonna eat him alive.

Janeway: Aw, look, Tuvok, the kids are bonding. Tuvok: Statistically, gossip increases efficiency. Janeway: I love science.

Chakotay: Captain, distress call incoming. Janeway: Great. Who’s dying now?

Gath: Hello, strangers. You are in distress. Janeway: …We’re not. Gath: But we sent a distress call. Janeway: Why? Gath: Because you are distressed. Janeway: I mean, emotionally, very, yes, but— Gath: Let me aboard. I have gifts! Janeway: …Tell me more?

Janeway: You didn’t need to cook for us. Gath: I insist. I love feeding strangers. Neelix: But Captain, I’m serving lunch soon. Janeway: Neelix, hush. Let the man cook.

Gath: We heard stories about you. Lost, lonely, traumatised. Janeway: Accurate. Janeway: Tuvok, shore leave improves efficiency, right? Tuvok: Indeed. Janeway: We’re going.

Gath: Pick anything you like. Janeway: This fabric is delicate. Gath: It’s made from moonlight flowers. Want a dress? Janeway: No. Gath: A negligee? Janeway: A scarf. Gath: You are astonishingly difficult to seduce.

Kim: That’s beautiful. Eudana: It’s a weather sensor. Kim: Non-linear resonance? Eudana: Are you a scientist? Kim: Worse - I’m a nerd. Eudana: Show me your stories. Kim: … My what? Eudana: Come with me. To a private place. Kim: Did I just get lucky?

Kim: Where are we? Eudana: Alastria. Kim: Where is that? Eudana: Half a galaxy, far, far away... Eudana: Feel the breeze. Kim: I’m calling my boss.

Janeway: I lost track of time. Gath: Because you’re enjoying yourself. Janeway: I am. Gath: *leans in for a kiss* Kim: CAPTAIN. Janeway: I WASN'T CHEATING ON MARK! Kim: …What? Janeway: What?

Kim: They have a space-folding platform. Janeway: What? Kim: It does the wibbly wobbly, without the timey wimey. Gath: We just call it a spatial trajector. Janeway: Can we use it? Gath: No. Kim: But— Gath: Still No. Janeway: Why? Gath: Laws. Kim: Your laws suck. Gath: Our laws don't care.

Janeway: This is what aliens feel like when we say no. Paris: Even we think the Prime Directive is dumb sometimes. Tuvok: Maybe “no” means “negotiate.” Torres: Maybe they want something. Kim: They consume stories like they're crack. Janeway: Perfect. We’ll offer then our fanfiction archive.

Gath: This pie is exquisite. Janeway: Pecan. Gath: I want the recipe. Janeway: If you want my pie, you'll have to give me the trajector. Gath: No. Janeway: What if you send us? Gath: Maybe. I’ll ask the Magistrates. Janeway: Good. Eat your pie.

Torres: Carey. Carey: Yeah? Torres: Want to illegally reverse-engineer alien technology? Carey: I’m thought you'd never ask. Seska: Count me in. Let’s do crime.

Jaret: I’ll give you the trajector matrix. Kim: Let me talk to my boss. Jaret: Please just take the damn thing. Stories are narcotics to us. Kim: … Jaret: I want to be a drug dealer.

Kim: I don’t know what to do. Seska: Take it. Torres: Without permission? Seska: Permission is for losers.

Janeway: Tuvok, what do I do? Tuvok: Two choices: shady man or other shady man. Janeway: I hate this fucking quadrant. Tuvok: Determine if Gath will help. Janeway: He won’t. Tuvok: Then you know your answer. Janeway: I hate logic.

Janeway: Did you ask the Magistrates? Gath: No. Janeway: Gath: I was distracted. Janeway: By? Gath: You. Janeway: That's not flattering. Gath: Stay forever. Janeway: You'll get bored of me in a week. Gath: But I intend to seduce you. Janeway: Congratulations. Janeway: You've achieved the opposite.

Seska: We downloaded the fanfic. Ayala's written some spicy stuff. Torres: We’re under orders. Seska: Orders are optional. Torres: Fine. Let’s do it. Tuvok: Halt. I shall commit the crime personally. Torres: You were going to download the fanfic? Tuvok: Yes. Torres: Hypocrite. Tuvok: Correct.

Tuvok: Don’t activate it until I speak to the captain. Seska: Eat shit and die, Tuvok. I know what I'm doing. Seska: Actually… I may not know what I'm doing. Janeway: B'Elanna, what the fuck are you doing down there in Engineering? B'Elanna: Panicking… why? Seska: I can fix it

BOOM!

Seska: Actually, no I can't Seska: Where's the recycle bin on this computer? B'Elanna: Seska, bestie… B'Elanna: I'm replacing you with Carey. Seska: I have never been so insulted.

Torres: This one's on me, Captain. Tuvok: Incorrect. It is on me. Janeway: YOU? Tuvok: I conducted the illegal exchange. They are most intrigued by the Omegaverse Janeway: …I'll get back to you in a minute, Tuvok. Janeway: B'Elanna. Torres: Yes, Captain? Janeway: You're on spectacularly thin ice.

When you say the same thing twice with different words, it's a "tautology". They make manuscripts wordy.

Examples:

He shrugged his shoulders. -> He shrugged.

She clapped her hands. -> She clapped.

Her feet stepped back. -> She stepped back.

He hand picked up the knife. -> He picked up the knife.

If a movement is necessary for an action, the movement is included in the action and doesn't need to be spelled out separately.

He reached out his arm and took the book from her -> He took the book from her.

She lifted the glass to her lips and drained it. -> She drained her glass.

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On Friday, I got a notification that I had a package. My apartment has package lockers that FedEx/UPS/USPS/DHL/etc. deliver int and when they register a package to me, I get a code emailed/texted to me that I can use to pop the locker open.

I didn’t remember getting a package, but that happens sometimes. I preorder a lot of things and Bookshop doesn’t always let you know when they’ve finally shipped something, or a friend surprises me, or whatever. So I put some clothes and shoes on and went over to the leasing office building to get the package.

It was not for me. FedEx is gonna FedEx.

So I picked it up out of the locker and went to the leasing office staff to hand it to them. They were kind of closed for lunch, so I was contemplating what to do if they weren’t in. It had the address. I could walk over there and deliver it maybe?

‘Cause see. A lot of people apparently just shut the locker and are done with it. But if I did that...how would this person know they had a package or where it was? How would anyone get the package back out of the locker, now that the system registered it as retrieved? They don’t have the code, and the code is expired anyway.

I could just leave it in the locker. Or take it out of the locker and dump it to the side where it could be pilfered; the exact function the package lockers exist to prevent. It’s not my package. Not my problem.

But it costs me a tiny bit of inconvenience and time to place it in the hands of and appropriate custodian and save a bunch of other people a lot of inconvenience and time. I live in a society. Society is designed to save everyone across the society as much time and effort as possible cumulatively.

Sure, it’s easier and faster to just shove your shopping cart out of the way and pull out. Not your problem. You don’t need the cart anymore. Except now the cart is blocking other people’s cars and other parking spots and can ram into cars and people and some poor worker is going to have to go track it down. You have saved yourself a tiny amount of time and inconvenience and in doing so wasted everyone around you’s time and convenience.

Sure, you could put your neighbor’s mail from a government agency with an URGENT stamp in your mailbox and mark it “NOT AT THIS ADDRESS.” Or you could. Just. Pop it in their mailbox or slip it under their door (I’ve been having mail problems recently okay. Give the USPS more money).

You don’t have to wait an extra 5 seconds to hold the door for someone just behind you. But. Like. Come on, man, really? (Unless you're entering a secured area with restricted access, because that causes a separate cache of problems)

Weighing how much time and effort something is going to cost you compared to how much time and effort it will save everyone else around you cumulatively is...well...pro-social way to think. There are obviously always going to be exceptions and a balance to things, especially if the cost to you is much, much higher proportionally.

BWe live in a society. We live in many societies.

You can leave your dishes all around your house. But whoever has to do the dishes later (even if it’s you!) is then going to have to remember or know this happened, figure out where they all are, pick them up, deal with any spills/etc. that incurred, and return them to the kitchen and then was them. Was that really worth just putting them in the kitchen earlier? Maybe. But probably not.

“But what do I get out of that?” Firstly, you’re a tarpit. Secondly, you get all of the time and energy everyone around you has saved you by also being a functioning member of a society.

Societies work because we’re all contributing so the burned is distributed, just the way people can walk over a bed of nails but not an individual nail. We all take up a small part of people’s burdens that aren’t necessarily ours so we all have better lives.

Consider: how pro-social is your behavior? Sometimes pro-social behavior is a huge undertaking for massive gains elsewhere. But so much of the time it takes an extra 30 seconds, an extra minute.