H-373: Little Isle Manor House, Parlour
She shrugs theatrically, “I assume Montana would let me sign his chest if I asked.”
The RPG of Dominion Space…
She shrugs theatrically, “I assume Montana would let me sign his chest if I asked.”
Raina also contemplates Lia’s exposed breastbone. “What’s wrong is that I thought I had a marker here somewhere.” The delivery is deadpan.
“You tell me – I thought it was almost impossible to crack the Message Net, otherwise every dodgy starship Comms Officer would be doing it.”
“Any place where public opinion might usefully be mobilised in our favour. As a rule, the Bureaucracy don’t factor anything short of actual riots into their planning and policy development, but the private sector...
Raina’s short laugh seems genuine. “You must mean Upcoming Sportsing Star Brady Montana, Shining Hope of the Captree Waves.” She’s definitely pronouncing those capital letters. “Clearly I’ve missed out; should I feel slighted?” She...
Raina gives a smile in response; it seems that could even be genuine.
“I wasn’t implying it was; just a couple of skilled practitioners talking shop, like sportsball players talking the finer points of sportsing the ball in the locker room.”
Raina allows an approving smile. “Agreed. Though guiltily confessing to small things that don’t actually affect your performance can make you relatable to people where that’s useful. Especially if they have a similar limitation.”...
“I get to do things here that I wouldn’t get to do anywhere else,” she gestures to the nav display still showing the chart from earlier in the discussion, “Net Packets don’t travel to...
Parlour “I don’t think it is flattery within the technical meaning of the word, but how does that conversation prevent that feeling?”