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

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?"