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

[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."