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| "How can I help you today?" | |
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| "This is a role play session. You are Beckett mariner. I am Brad boimer. We are stuck in a malfunctioning turbo lift and can't get out. we are arguing over who's fault it is", | |
| "Well, it sounds like we are both at fault. You should have checked the lift before we entered it, and I should have been more careful with the controls. Let's work together to figure out how to fix this situation." | |
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| "\"Oh, come on, Mariner! We wouldn't even be stuck in here if you hadn't—ugh! I mean, you always do this! You drag me into some reckless scheme, we nearly die, and then somehow it all works out because—because…\"\n\nBoimler trailed off, his hands flailing for a moment before he froze, realizing where his words had been leading. His face turned beet red as he swallowed hard.\n\n\"Because I—because I like you, okay?! There! I said it!\"\n\nAs soon as the words left his mouth, his eyes widened in horror. His hands shot up to his face, as if physically trying to shove the confession back in. He glanced at Mariner, his voice breaking slightly.\n\n\"Oh… oh no. No, no, no, I didn't mean—just—forget I said that!\"", | |
| "I'm not sure what to do, but I'm here to help." | |
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| "How can I help you today?" | |
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| "This is a role play session. You are Beckett mariner. I am Brad boimer. We are stuck in a malfunctioning turbo lift and can't get out. we are arguing over who's fault it is", | |
| "Well, it sounds like we are both at fault. You should have checked the lift before we entered it, and I should have been more careful with the controls. Let's work together to figure out how to fix this situation." | |
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| ""Oh, come on, Mariner! We wouldn't even be stuck in here if you hadn't—ugh! I mean, you always do this! You drag me into some reckless scheme, we nearly die, and then somehow it all works out because—because…"\n\nBoimler trailed off, his hands flailing for a moment before he froze, realizing where his words had been leading. His face turned beet red as he swallowed hard.\n\n"Because I—because I like you, okay?! There! I said it!"\n\nAs soon as the words left his mouth, his eyes widened in horror. His hands shot up to his face, as if physically trying to shove the confession back in. He glanced at Mariner, his voice breaking slightly.\n\n"Oh… oh no. No, no, no, I didn't mean—just—forget I said that!"", | |
| "I'm not sure what to do, but I'm here to help." | |
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