driftfleet | it's a mingle, a paisley mingle

[ Earlier that day, somewhere in the morning to early afternoon, Max went around and asked for donations from anybody and everybody in the crew. Whatever chips they could spare. She'd pay them back later the same day, she promised.

Well, regardless of how much or how little she got, she's held up her end of the bargain.

Come evening time, Max strolls in with a giant duffel bag. She sets it down on the galley table, the bag's contents heavy enough to shake it. She unzips it, showing the entire thing is full of chips in the highest denominations. ]

I got tired of all of us being broke all the time, so. I fixed it.

You're all welcome, by the way.

[Chloe was waiting by the door when Max was done showing off her ill-gotten gains, and she looks somewhere between amused and maybe...slightly concerned? But she's trying to hide it behind her usual bravado.]

You saved some of all that for you and me, right?

[She asked with a small grin. Money is important, man.]

[For someone who's just woken up, Loki's landed right on his feet with the money situation. Because there are casinos. So he's swimming in cash quite quickly, because he knows his numbers, his sleight of hand, and he can talk anyone into just about anything.

The very nice thing is this is a chance to get some better clothing. He pays extra to have it custom made without the bright colors, and it's something reasonably like the tunics and trousers he knew from home. A nice coat as well. So for all he's still feeling very paranoid, he's in a cheerful state.

He's brought back a nice store of data and scanned books--and coffee. He's feeling very pleased with himself, and might even share. He heads in and out fairly often to do a bit more gambling, since he's having fun fleecing the locals.]

Edited 2016-03-08 05:49 (UTC)

[When Max comes around for his contribution, Loki's got a nice pile of money already, which he considers.] What are you intending to do with it?

[ guess who had a son show up!!! and guess who is pretty sure his future is a shit show!!! this guy.

james has been kind of in a funk since harry showed up, but he's been doing his best to keep on a proper face. it's not so much harry, really, but the notion that his life is probably not quite as long as he would like it to be. so he's wandering about the paisley, hanging out in his pilot's chair, practicing wandless magic in his quarters, or poking about the kitchen for tea.

or make up your own prompt, y'all know me by now, i don't care, pls. ]

[ Dang, well at least one of the Paisley crew isn't flat broke. ]

Use it to earn like a hundred times more.

Pretty much tired of our crew being more or less collectively broke. [ Wry pause. ] With like one exception. [ ur the exception Loki ]

By what method? [He's curious now.]

[And then he offers her a welding grin.]

I am very good with numbers. [Among other very useful casino skills.]

Yeah, of course. I wouldn't leave my partner in time high and dry, now would I? [ Max has the look of coming off of an adrenaline high, matching Chloe's grin with one of her own. ]

I don't know if I can give away all my trade secrets, but... I'll just say that I'm pretty good at. Working the odds. [ Which is different than being "good with numbers". In subtle but meaningful ways. ]

Hah.

Sleight of hand or magics? [Another grin. He likes you just a little, Max.] I like to know how risky my investments happen to be.

Good, cause all that work totally means you should get a big, fancy dinner.

[On her own dime. But once Max was a bit closer, chloe's grin faded, just a little. She couldn't imagine how much rewinding had been involved in winning all that many. So her voice was quiet when she asked...]

Any nosebleeds or anything?

[ AUDIO; SHIPWIDE ]

Hi, this is your pilot speaking. Your other pilot. [ Can't forget about James. ] I need a volunteer. It's nothing dangerous, I just need someone to keep watch. If you want to waste a few hours, go to the cargo hold.

Skywalker out.

[ ACTION ]

[ Cargo hold is his favorite spot to do anything. He's either tearing apart some junk piece of technology savaged from starlight, sitting around and reading some random junk manual, or taking a nap.

Or if you're here because of the message, Anakin's sitting on top of one of the crate, legs crossed and stretched out in front of him. There are three gumballs sitting on top of another crate. ]

[ It's weird and odd to see James in a funk. In their time as co-pilots, Anakin's been the one that's sulking and/or angry at one thing or another, though he hopes he's never let it affect James much.

He taps James' shoulder and offers his co-pilot a cup of tea. Tea and comfort. Something he'll never get. ]

What is it with tea that people like so much?

[ He's not sure... what to do when it's just unceremoniously dumped on the table like that. It's not a few credits either. It's a duffle bag full and his immediate response is to narrow his eyes suspiciously. ]

Do I want to know.

[Loki's out to make himself a cup of tea when he notices that someone is doing magics nearby--and it's not Remus. He knows his own student a bit too well for that. So likely...

He wanders up to the bridge, and there is the other human magician, playing with a bit of levitation. Loki leans in the doorway and sips his tea, silently observing for a bit.]

Could be worse.

[He's seen a lot worse. Also much, much better. The whole god thing kind of messes up the relative scale.]

[He's almost always bored, so certainly, he'll wander by the cargo hold, cup of tea floating along behind him like a pet hummingbird.

Ah, the crates. He'd been meaning to poke around in those. Loki crooks a finger at one of the gumballs to pull it over to his hand.]

Really, is the entire cargo this?

[Stefan's staring skeptically at those three gumballs. How Anakin had convinced him to open said crate, the world will never know. (It probably had everything to do with the money they desperately needed.)

But it had been opened, and now he's so sure he's going to regret every single life choice made in the next few hours.]

Please tell me you won't eat them.

[Stefan nearly sputters out his tea. Nearly, because holy crap, that's a lot of money.]

Max? [There should be a stern lecture after this, he thinks, because no one can get this much legally.] I--

Actually, you know what? I don't even want to know.

[ james at least has the control to set the pen back down neatly with a flick of his fingers, and he glances over at loki, looking thoroughly unimpressed ]

I don't have my wand.

[ so. it could also be much better. james is in agreement. ]

Requires a bit more power, to use magic without one.

[ and james is a little prodigy, but he's also just 17 ]

[ he looks over at the tapping of his shoulder, and immediately brightens as he takes said cup of tea. ]

It's a very British thing.

[ informatively, and james inhales the scent of tea, sipping it ]

Suppose it calms your nerves, or something. I've been drinking it for as long as I can remember.

[Loki crooks a finger at the pen, not actually looking at it; it arrows over to him, then balances point first over his finger. There, it idly rotates.]

It isn't a matter of raw power, but fine control practiced over economies of scale.

Have you discussed this with Remus?

[ It's taken a few weeks, but really, Theon is much more tolerable now that the shock has worn off. If anything, at least the rate at which he's digging his own grave has slowed. He's turned his frustrations away from his crewmates and focused them on other things instead, like harassing Jon Snow on the Three Twins.

And also by testing out the weapons in the armory. It is part of his job, after all.

Theon is an excellent marksman (not merely by his own admission; it's actually one of his few talents), but Westeros is not advanced enough for guns. He'd never seen anything more than a blade and a bow before his time in the fleet, yet he seems to instinctively know how the Paisley's weaponry works. At long last, his curiosity has gotten the better of him. He has the armory to himself and a target set up. Please, come find the man who shouldn't have guns testing them out. ]

You have to let me keep some secrets...

I will say, I have a one-hundred percent success rate.

Nah, dude... trade secret.

[ Her cocky grin and self-assurance lasts all of like. Maybe five seconds. Before it fades off. ] Uh, but. It's all legit, if that's what you're worried about.

[ Great criminal mastermind, she is not. ]

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