Bringing Back a Classic

[unrecovered]

[He's been thinking about teaching this game to Legion World at large; he figures that other Freelancers will pick up on what he's going for and everyone will figure it out from there.]

Five weird things the press or fans have said to you. Go.

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[crowskinovercoat]

Hm.

[She's leaning against the wall along the side of the observatory window, with all that space just sitting there practically next to her, her head turned so she can watch the screen without losing sight of the stars and the planet below. Seems cozy enough.]

You first.

[unrecovered]

Nah, that's not how the game works. You give me your five, and then you get to ask.

[crowskinovercoat]

That's a lot of trust in your good intentions you're asking out of someone you've just met.

You're the one who asked first. [She cocks her head, her expression mild, but her eyes are searching. For what, well - that's hard to read into the look on her face, certainly.] I'm new here, don't you want to put my mind at ease about the sort of people I've gotten myself mixed up with?

[unrecovered]

[Holy shit, and he thought he was paranoid.]

You know it's a game, right? You don't have to play.

[crowskinovercoat]

[You don't nearly topple an entire country just to kill one single guy by being naturally trusting and forgiving.]

I'm just trying to get my bearings. Be ... [She trails off briefly, thinking of the right word to describe how she means it.] Neighborly. And it sounded ... fun.

[She doesn't sound like she really knows how to have fun easily. But she can't very well say "how am I going to learn anything about you people (and what you're capable of) if I don't" out loud, either.]