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 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."