Futuristic Unlit IC

[Daisie]

Green eyes flicked from his food up to Chanterelle. So she did have a solid sense of humor! His grin turned a little more wicked as he said, "You played 'pomp' fantastically, though. I actually genuinely was nervous I was speaking to the ACTUAL artist and had accidentally blown my own cover!"

Chanterelle wasn't certain whether being able to come off as a complete pretentious windbag was something she should be proud of, but she did at least know she could do it well. It was stressful, and she couldn't hold it indefinitely, but she truly was unmatched at it.

"Yeah. Sorry to trip you up back there." Chanterelle said rather plainly, willing to introduce Miles to a more accurate self. That is, with a voice utterly flat and unenthused. "Don't see faces well. You could've been someone I used to work with for years, still wouldn't've recognized you."

"Chanterelle Pilz. People call me Chante, which is... fine."

Silas stretched and leaned back over his plate. "Well, we've got a ship again, we've cleared all ties that held us to Virama, and we've got an open agenda. I'm just as eager to get out of Sine even without the feds potentially finding out about our little operation. I say we spool up the drive and just take it easy for a bit, maybe do some sight seeing til the next adventure inevitably finds us."

When Silas announced their future plans though, there was a small shift as Chanterelle's attention was caught. There was a moment of hesitation before she... actually engaged in conversation, without needing to be prompted?

"Silas. That drive... haven't seen anything like it," she explained. Her helmet clicked, cocked barely perceptibly with interest.

"Wouldn't mind showing me how it works when we get on. Would you?"

Solar Daddy Dragongal Viper Actual

 

[Solar Daddy]

Silas sat up a bit in his seat. "How... the drive works? The ship drive?" At first even Silas wasn't sure if his repeated questioning was a result of being surprised she was interested, or that she was so far from the basics that it would require an entire semester of Intro to Drive Physics to explain. However, if there was one thing Silas could talk on end about, it was ships.

"I don't see why not. Once we get into lightspeed travel, we'll have plenty of time to kill. Though it'll probably take more than one jump to really get it down... and we could do a few test leaps so you can see the different states of the engine. Or even run it through a Booster to really kick things into gear... We could even take a field trip down the the air strip and watch the final stages of it getting hooked up to the Harpy if you're interested. Although I doubt they'd want visitors, so maybe instead we could..."

Silas rambled on and on, either not noticing or not caring that most had likely already lost him by this point.

 

[Viper Actual]

"Haven't had a new one since I crashed on Tartarus."

Stratton grunted and nodded. "Well, how about some decor for it? Maybe something local?" The envoy turned around, chuckling for a bit. "That's not something I ever imagined asking someone."

"Even in a crowd of stars, Esclarmonde was drawing in lots of eyes. That's an impressive feat even for the glamorous of our group..."

"I second that," replied Stratton. "There are many sides, factors and dimensions to spycraft that can be mastered- blending in by sticking out is not one of the easier ones." He then gave Chante a gentle tap on the shoulder, like a proud father or uncle.

Shifting his attention to Silas, Stratton fell silent but maintained a warm expression as the engineer began to talk about the ship drive as well as anything and everything related to it, offering a grin to both Chante and Miles as he did.

Daisie Solar Daddy Dragongal

 

[Dragongal]

"Yeah. Sorry to trip you up back there." Chanterelle said rather plainly, willing to introduce Miles to a more accurate self. That is, with a voice utterly flat and unenthused. "Don't see faces well. You could've been someone I used to work with for years, still wouldn't've recognized you."

"Chanterelle Pilz. People call me Chante, which is... fine."

Miles flashed a quick smile between bites. He noticed the slight hesitancy before she said it was fine. "Alright, Chante. If there's anything else you want me to call you, please let me know. Oh, I'm Miles, by the way."

Silas rambling about this and that mechanical device, issue, or aspect was a rather typical thing, and it was kind of reassuring. It was nice to know that some things didn't change; specifically that people didn't change. There was a stability to that. A reassurance. So even though Miles didn't have much to add to the conversation, he listened in anyway.

we could do a few test leaps so you can see the different states of the engine. Or even run it through a Booster to really kick things into gear... We could even take a field trip down the the air strip and watch the final stages of it getting hooked up to the Harpy if you're interested.

Adira walked downstairs from the loft she had claimed, tying her hair up as she did so. She was in a white t-shirt and sweatpants, her fancy clothes abandoned last night in exchange for comfier choices. The scars on her fingers and up toward her wrists were visible, but they had improved since they first arrived on this frozen planet.

She listened to Silas ramble as she walked over to the counter and hummed, "You gonna talk to your pilot about all that, or you just gonna do it?"

As she spoke, she grabbed herself a bowl of oatmeal and some of the bacon that was now fairly cold, then settled into a seat by Stratton and Silas. She nodded toward Miles in greeting, then looking back to Silas and Chante as they spoke.