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driftfleet_ooc2017-03-10 12:08 pm
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SPRING TEST DRIVE
THE SPRING TEST DRIVE MEME
(Or Fall Test Drive for you Southern Hemisphere folks!)
Got someone you want to try out before you app? Well this is the post for it! Feel free to use anything that fits in the setting of Drift Fleet! Want to play bumper shuttles? Want to go wild in a med bay? Play around with the current plot? Have at it!
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Test drives are posted SEASONALLY, so the next one will be in June!
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He picks up his drink and stands up, gesturing for her to lead the way. ] Ladies first -
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[ she mirrors his movement -- curling her fingers around her tumbler before sliding easily off the bar-stool. chivalry ought to be dead, but peggy allows him his courtesy. for now, she even manages to suppress a roll of her eyes. if only because she can stomach teasing much better than she can condescension, and this doesn't feel like the latter. ]
Loser buys the next round. [ dressed more for the office than for space, she strides her way down the bar. ] Sound alright?
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How in the hell are you supposed to hit those?
[ He likes his technology fine, when it shoots. But how is he supposed to shoot intangible tech? He follows her along. ]
I'll have a round of what you've been having. [ No condescension, just good old fashioned teasing and cockiness. He leans back and sips his beer, waiting for her to start the game. ]
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[ telling, perhaps. but only of her personal preferences. she embraces these -- turning spyish only over certain details and certain probes. peggy turns her back on him just long enough to collect the darts. she takes a trio with green flights, and offers him the white ones. ]
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Sounds promising. [ Dripping with sarcasm. Oh well, can it really be worse than some of the stuff he tried in America? He accepts the darts, puts down his drink, and passes one to his now available hand to examine its weight and shape. ]
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[ she toes the oche with the edge of her shoe and rolls one dart between her fingers. she's played on this board before and knows the weight of these three. but peggy's not convinced she wants to full-press straight out the gate. it's less about the wager and more about learning the opponent.
and so her first throw (as he'd invited her to start, rather than vie for the first shot) is an easy lob. an inner 10, an inner 3, an inner 14. peggy chalks her score in on her side and subtracts her 27 from the starting 301. they weren't bad throws, but they weren't great.
comfortably middling. and utterly intentional. ]
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[ He has nothing better to do, so starting at 501 doesn't scare him. But there is the promise of another drink after the game, so regardless of how long it lasts he would still have a little more time in her company to try and figure things out.
Without appearing to be, he watches her closely. She throws like someone who knows what they're doing, and the act is infinitely more interesting than the score. It's also tiring, he's had his fill of lies and deceit. So when it's his turn he steps up to the mark and throws three accurate shots in succession - double ring, on the twenty, triple ring, on the twenty, outer bull, in a straight line beneath the other two darts. Turning to face her, he touches his forehead as if tipping an invisible hat, and chalks his own score before getting back to his spot. ]
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Good eye, [ she comments. ] Steady hand.
[ peggy lets something loosen in her shoulders and (rolling her recovered darts in her hand) she throws much better the second time 'round. triple nineteen (twice) and then a shot just shy of the bull but in the vanilla nineteen. she crosses her previous score out and chalks a prim and tidy 141 beneath it. ]
Clearly, it was an insult to start you off at 301.
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[ He winks and watches as she takes her next set of shots. Now this is more like it. They may not be speaking openly but at last there's some truth coming through. If only it could always be that easy. ]
I choose to take it as a compliment.
[ She's either trying to butter him up or extend the game. Either way, she finds him interesting.
He steps back in place and this time hits the double ring at 18, a 20, and a triple 20. Retrieving his darts he moves to update his own score - and stops by the board. ]
Numbers aren't my forte, by how much am I winning here?
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[ likely, she shouldn't do him the favour of giving him the arithmetic. but she'd been doing the sums in her head as they played, and the answer came barely a heartbeat after his question. the calculations weren't difficult, but it remains clear that she'd done them almost on instinct. like recognizing colour or processing language. ]
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[ He can and has made the calculations, but simply jotting them down is not nearly as fun, now, is it? That, and, it's good to double check. Both his math, and her honesty.
He writes down a nicely sized 60 in his column and struts back to his place, gesturing for her to proceed. ]
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[ all this said with her eye on the board instead of him. she toes the line once more. this time, there is no showmanship. it's down to math -- and it's less about hitting than the bullseye then about finding the proper trio of numbers to take her middling 141 down to 0, but no further.
she does a little mental work and aims first for the triple nineteen, taking it handily. then the triple twenty, taking it as well. for her last twenty-four points, she takes the double twelve. but peggy doesn't showboat. she doesn't celebrate. she waits for him to do the math himself.
it's hardly fair, really. had he gone first, he very likely would have taken the pot. ]
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[ It takes a moment, math definitely doesn't come as naturally to him as it does her, and the 20 aside, she doesn't pick nice easy round numbers, but he gets there all the same, bowing his head lightly. ]
Guess my savings take another blow. More of the same? [ Signaling the bartender already, he takes his loss with grace. He can be a proper crybaby sore loser when he wants to be, but he prefers to save that for closer acquaintances. ]
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[ stiff, but polite. it's that kind of politesse best wielded by their countrymen: it houses a hidden edge of guarded practicality. queensbury rules, and all that.
peggy allows herself a meager celebration when she drains her glass and leaves the empty on the bar top. ]
And then we'll go again. This time, you'll throw first. It's only proper.
[ she likes to win, certainly. but she likes it to be fair as well. ]
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[ He's not sure where the cameras are, or he'd give one a look. Get it, folks at home? They're British. ]
I'm afraid I only have one drink's worth left in my wallet, though. As I said, I'm fresh off the - space-boat. Doesn't really work when you're just switching ships, does it?
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