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ic inbox - reverie
un: orchids | action: 5.12 | video | text | voice
un: orchids | action: 5.12 | video | text | voice
[ he lets out a companionable little grunt in greeting as he slips onto the barstool next to hers like so many times before. he takes off his hat and sets it on his opposite side before reaching for a nearby glass and wiping it off on his jumpsuit. he looks like he just woke up. breakfast tequila? he grabs the bottle she has set in front of her and pours himself a few fingers with relative ease despite the low gravity, holding the glass at an angle so the liquid slides through the air in a perfect arc before splashing down into his glass. ]
[Elektra's idea of a greeting is simply to acknowledge his presence by looking at Miller and returning to her drink. She watches him with that tiny twinge of curiosity and envy as he pours his drink. That always looks cool to her. She kind of hates him for it!!] Show off.
[Elektra nods, both eyebrows raised. Obviously everyone should be flattered to be in her good graces. She shrugs the rest. Like she's going to admit that!!! But, okay she kind of did.] You're decent entertainment. Besides if anything really interesting happens around here, you'd tell the class.
[ he snorts, she's always good for a laugh. also he has no idea what starbucks is so ??? ]
We have pie. We're not complete heathens. [ gesturing with his cup before a long sip. it's a terrible excuse for pie, don't listen to him. he just wouldn't know the difference. ]
We have pie. We're not complete heathens. [ gesturing with his cup before a long sip. it's a terrible excuse for pie, don't listen to him. he just wouldn't know the difference. ]
[ Amos doesn't wait for the rich spoiled girl. He doesn't even know her name, he realizes as he sets his collection of tools by the electric panel close to one of the doors. There's some sparks coming off of it, a quick and easy job that he could be taking care of in seconds, but he's waiting for her to get there, so he can show her, like he did Karen before.
Teaching more and more people how to do these things, to help out with random little fixes around the station - it's pretty major, in his opinion. Naomi would want him to do this, too, be a useful part of the community they have to be in, while on this station.
So here he is, twirling a screwdriver in between his fingers. ]
Teaching more and more people how to do these things, to help out with random little fixes around the station - it's pretty major, in his opinion. Naomi would want him to do this, too, be a useful part of the community they have to be in, while on this station.
So here he is, twirling a screwdriver in between his fingers. ]
I told you already. You're entertaining! [She chuckles in response.] Do you have any idea how mind numbingly boring everyone else is? I'll give you a hint. If I had to pick my favorite man on the ship, it'd be the dog. That's how much I like the rest of them.
[Apparently talking to another woman never crossed her mind.]
[Apparently talking to another woman never crossed her mind.]
Karen. [She repeats. What are the odds.... except actually quite good since that's Frank's dog. The way Karen went on about him that night made it clear she felt a strong connection to that man. Maybe it worked both ways.] Blond hair? Blue eyes? Strong opinions?
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