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

[wearingthestars]

Billy winced apologetically. "It must be part of the whole...get to know each other thing?" he guessed, "Maybe if the flight systems worked then the doors would work, so they just shut it all down?" It made a weird kind of sense.

[art_of_war]

Thrawn's frown became deeper as he turned around in the chair to face Billy.

"If that is the purpose of this exercise it seems very silly."

He stood up, then, with the thought of looking at one of the monitor's screens across the bridge. At full height, he was easily 7'6".

[wearingthestars]

"I mean...have you seen their little happy faces? Silly suits the Agrii pretty well I think," Billy notes with a small smile, blinking in surprise at just how tall the other is. "I um...I'm not sure I caught your name before now. I'm Billy. Billy Kaplan."

[art_of_war]

Thrawn left off looking at a screen and instead turned to Billy. He clasped his hands behind his back, looking rather formal.

"I believe it would be easiest for you to call me Thrawn."