Predictably, Ari Tayrey is there early. She looks different today, in coveralls that those who knew her before might recognise as the same bright and cheerful shade of spacer blue as her Tradeline uniform. There's even the same silver trim, and some careful embroidery - a ship patch on her arm, a little silver eight-pointed star at her shirt collar. It's all very flatteringly tailored, too. She looks like a Tradeliner again, which for her is tantamount to getting her very identity back. Tayrey practically bounces into the room and gets straight on helping with setup.
Then she's asked if she's ever played poker. 'Not really,' she admits. 'But I play kalixtri. We keep a scoreboard in the junior officers' lounge shipside and I'm in credit.' Which probably says something about the gambling culture on Tradeline starships.
Ghosts are rattling at the door
This is not kalixtri, and Lieutenant Tayrey is not in credit right now, but she's still playing with enthusiasm. 'Can't expect to make a healthy profit my first flight out,' she says, casually slipping into Tradeline pilot metaphor because she's comfortable and she thinks this group won't query it. She doesn't understand all their references, after all, but it doesn't seem to matter.
'But you never know. Probability's fickle.' And Tayrey's still feeling out the game, working on the mathematical analyses that are sure to make a win more likely.
Ari Tayrey - OTA
Predictably, Ari Tayrey is there early. She looks different today, in coveralls that those who knew her before might recognise as the same bright and cheerful shade of spacer blue as her Tradeline uniform. There's even the same silver trim, and some careful embroidery - a ship patch on her arm, a little silver eight-pointed star at her shirt collar. It's all very flatteringly tailored, too. She looks like a Tradeliner again, which for her is tantamount to getting her very identity back. Tayrey practically bounces into the room and gets straight on helping with setup.
Then she's asked if she's ever played poker. 'Not really,' she admits. 'But I play kalixtri. We keep a scoreboard in the junior officers' lounge shipside and I'm in credit.' Which probably says something about the gambling culture on Tradeline starships.
Ghosts are rattling at the door
This is not kalixtri, and Lieutenant Tayrey is not in credit right now, but she's still playing with enthusiasm. 'Can't expect to make a healthy profit my first flight out,' she says, casually slipping into Tradeline pilot metaphor because she's comfortable and she thinks this group won't query it. She doesn't understand all their references, after all, but it doesn't seem to matter.
'But you never know. Probability's fickle.' And Tayrey's still feeling out the game, working on the mathematical analyses that are sure to make a win more likely.