Cohort mingle

[art_of_war]

WHO: Delta, Winter, Phalanx, Connor, Billy, Thrawn
WHERE: The Bloodsport
WHAT: Everyone is stuck in the ship together, so be polite I guess?
WHEN: Event
WARNINGS: None anticipated

Since we're all stuck, a mingle seemed like a good idea.

Comments

[pileofspirits]

They compulsively fidget with the edge of their hood, while the sea of spirits inside of them grapple with the task of understanding the question and then fielding entirely too many answers that result from it. Their words get more aimless and just flow out like running water as exactly what Thrawn had hypothesized begins to happen. Too many fragments elbow for space at one set of controls.

"We're human all human. Always all of... we're human. And we share. Talk and... clarify and clearly human. One mouth but we all... had... we share our mouths..."

[art_of_war]

Thrawn is impassive as he sees Phalanx fidget with his hood and the answer becomes more and more disjointed.

"it is not my intention to cause you distress. A simple yes or no will suffice. "

[pileofspirits]

With clear struggle, Phalanx manages to wrestle their fidgeting and rambling still. Still looking uncomfortable, they try their best to follow instruction with a simple answer.

"Yes." And only a beat after that, "No."

They tried their best.

[art_of_war]

Thrawn let out a small frustrated sigh quietly from his nose. His expression never wavered though. He had no patience for vague things and he dismissed Phalanx as vague. He turned back toward the ship's flight stick.

"Please do not touch any more buttons or I will have to remove you from the bridge."

[pileofspirits]

Phalanx may be impossibly vague, but there is still some sort of drive in there that desires to be listened to. Thrawn dismisses them, but they lean forward--not enough to actually move to where they are in his line of sight again, but the sentiment is there.

"But we... we're supposed to. We know all these..." They trail off, gesturing at the control panel.

[art_of_war]

You are going to have to try harder than that, Phalanx. Thrawn let out a slightly less quiet sigh of frustration.

"You are still not making it a great deal of sense."