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

OTA!

[rk_800]

Connor is fascinated by the ship. While he realizes that being forcefully confined to one location is not exactly a positive, at first Connor isn't particularly bothered by their captivity. It gives him time to investigate an alien starship, another impossible occurrence that's a wonderful opportunity at the same time. Not only does Connor do his own fair share of poking around the Bloodsport, he lingers, taking his time looking over the bridge and the devices in the kitchen and, at one point, even a section of the wall in one hallway. There's no hurry while they're waiting for the countdown to end, and it gives him the luxury of committing as much as he can to his memory banks.

When Connor isn't wandering around, he can often be found sitting at one of the tables in the kitchen area. He doesn't claim a bed, because there's too few and he doesn't need to sleep, and that leaves him spending a lot of time in (what he determined to be) one of the most popular communal spaces. When the lack of things to do starts to affect him with an odd, squirming feeling he can't quite define, Connor fidgets with the quarter he keeps in his pocket. Perhaps recalibrating his hand movements over and over again wasn't exactly productive, but sending the quarter dancing over his knuckles and spinning on his fingers was more entertaining than putting himself into standby.

[wearingthestars]

The trick with the quarter is hard not to get mesmerized by, and Billy catches himself staring again with an apologetic flush.

"...How do you do that?" he asks finally, feeling a bit shy, clearly, but asking seems better than staring.

[rk_800]

Connor looks up with a smile, spinning the quarter on the tip of one finger, micro movements keeping it centered without requiring him to even look down at what he's doing.

"It's a recalibration routine that was included with my programming. The process was designed to make sure that my dexterity and cognitive processes are performing at optimal levels."

[wearingthestars]

Oh wow. A surprised smile spreads over Billy's face, and his own fingers twitch a little as though trying to figure out how to do it himself. The talk of programming doesn't seem to phase him, whether because he's used to android/robotic types by virtue of being here, or because of his person connection to them.

"It's really cool. Is it hard to do?"

[rk_800]

Connor tilts his head slightly to one side, the LED on his temple briefly flashing yellow. It wasn't an easy question to answer when he had, essentially, been created knowing how to do coin tricks. Though it's not strictly necessary, Connor drops the quarter back into the palm of his hand, freeing up his processors.

"Yes, it is hard. You would need to be able to control the coin with small, precise movements. My capabilities give me an advantage," he points out.

[wearingthestars]

"Mm," Billy looks only briefly disappointed, but offers a smile just the same. "You mind if I sit with you? We can do the whole...getting to know you thing. Maybe if we're good enough they'll let us out early."

sorry this is late!

[alaspooryork]

Delta is another one poking around at the ship, investigating it thoroughly from top to bottom. His movements are gangly and awkward, but he's good enough at driving this human body by now not to be clumsy. It's an improvement.

He'd seen the roster for the cohort and been able to identify a few of them from previous acquaintance, but there are a couple new names in there anyway. He's trying to decide how to approach Connor one he spots him in the kitchen, but he's quickly distracted by the label on the back of his jacket.

"Excuse me," he starts, sounding excited, "but may I ask if you are really an android?"