002 - Video/Action for the SS Paisley - Invasion of the Punk Rock Chicks.

[helladoomed]

Who: Chloe Price, those poor unfortunate people on the S.S. Paisley, and YOU! Yes YOU!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: For the S.S. Paisley
When: The tenth!

[Video]

[Chloe is wandering through the space station when she clicks on her phone. She's sans-beanie today, her blue hair and purple roots visible to the world, and is dressed in her usual jeans and t-shirt, and also the lab-coat she swiped from the medbay on the Tourist. Apparently that's part of her wardrobe now. Whoops?]

Yo! [She has a cigarette in her mouth, unlit, but she reaches up to grab it with her free hand as she starts talking.]

Question for all you space-people who've been at this way longer than me. Any idea how to grow plants on a spaceship? From seeds? Like, I don't know, what shit I need to buy or where I can get it or just how the hell to start.

Got a...basic idea, sort of, but I figure askin's probably better than stabbing around in the dark hoping I get lucky.

Anyway, thanks in advance. Long-term promise to make it worth your while if anybody gives me a hand.

[She grin and then stops walking finally. She's seemingly gotten wherever she needs to go and...is she at one of the ship docks?]

Hey, Paisley people! I'm comin' aboard. Time to see if you all are as cool as Max keeps insisting. Personally, I'm skeptical, but hey, never know.

[She grins and mock-salutes the camera, then clicks it off.]

Paisley Actions

A. The Tour

[How'd Chloe get on board? Did someone let her on board? Because now they're stuck giving her the tour. Who wants to show the blue haired teen around the ship? First come first serve just on this prompt.]

B. Snooping

[Chloe ditched her tourguide, and now she's just poking her nose into all the various compartments on the ship, looking for interesting things...or people. Mostly people. Don't worry, she won't steal anything, she has to be nice to all of Max's friends, right? Sure. Let's hope that's true.]

[Chloe can be anywhere for this, just come across her exploring or have her come across them while she does so!]

C. Max's Office

[And eventually Chloe can be found in Max's office, door open, sprawled out on the couch or looking through the desk or just kind of bumming around waiting for Max to turn up. She has clearly made herself at home already. Oops?]

Comments

[helladoomed]

[She snickers, and keeps tapping for probably slightly longer than is comfortable before she leans back.]

Mechno-arm, then. Prosthetic. Either way it's hella cool.

[sandhate]

[ Hell yeah, it's cool. He almost beams but catches himself with a cough. His digits flex soundlessly as he attaches the arm to the rest of him. ]

Well, it's sure a talking point. And not everyone thinks it's cool.

[ Implied: only cool people thinks it's cool. You're good in his books, Chloe ]

Guess this is the first time you've seen one?

[helladoomed]

Nah I see robot arms all the time, that's why I'm so fascinated by this one.

[Sarcasm, do you speak it?!]

[She steps back as he reattaches his arm.]

That must feel really weird to like, reconnect it, huh?

[sandhate]

[ He has enough sarcasm from his Padawan/student enough to pick it up and roll his eyes. What is it with teenage girls. ]

[ He flex the digits and rotates his arm a few times. ]

Heh, you would think that but no, it doesn't. Not anymore. I just think I shouldn't lost an arm to... well, who I lost it to.

[helladoomed]

Huh. [So not an accident, then.]

Did you lose it in some kind of space swordfight?

[sandhate]

[ He frowns at first because of how silly she made it sound then, thinking about it: ]

A lightsaber. But yes, that... was pretty much what it was.

[helladoomed]

Space-swordfight. [She repeated with a little grin.]

Hey, you got a replacement. That's more than anybody where I come from can say.

[sandhate]

Not exactly in space. It was on a dust ball, red sand everywhere. And it stinks there. I hated it.

[ He shrugs. ]

What would you get instead where you come from?

[helladoomed]

Home? You'd get a fake plastic hand? There's been some research into cybernetics, I know they've got some prototypes and shit but...

[She shrugs.]

Back home, you lose a hand and you're probably not gettin' another.

[sandhate]

[ He looks at his arm and feels a bit grateful about it. ]

If I wasn't a Jedi, I don't think I'd get this kind of replacement.