Noam winced as each pat violated his personal space, but managed to twist his countenance into a smile.
"Well, I did get some training, so I'm less of a horrible pilot now."
He grinned.
"About the Gorgon, though, is the flesh-to-stone automagickal weaponry included? Joining the Witches - what with the name - or is the mythical background just an accident?"
"The name of my ship came about by asking my AI to come up with something suitable, just a co-incidence that its from ancient mythology.. As for the flesh to stone, what I would give for a weapon like that eh"
Rochester Inn was very quiet these days, hardly anyone coming in or out, the bar was struggling and it shown.
A young Hispanic woman stumbled through the door of the bar.
Her shoulder length black hair was a mess, and it looked like some of the ends had been singed off.
Her uniform had a tear in the right shoulder, and a small one in her torso,as well as at her knees, exposing bits of fresh, bearing fresh burn marks.
She wore the typical uniform seen on Outcast men, as opposed to the one commonly seen on women, hers was of course, fit to a woman's body.
After picking herself up off the floor, she drifted quietly toward the back of the bar, seating herself at a table in the corner, she placed her helmet down on the table. On her helmet, in Cardamine color Orange, the name Maria Alderez was inscribed.
She let out a soft sigh, reaching up to the Cardamine inhaler that she, like all Outcasts wore, turning the tube slightly, she pulled the empty cartridge out and placed it on the table with her helmet. Fishing around in her uniform's pocket a bit, she pulled out a similar looking clear cartridge, this one was full. The orange powder within it was quite easily visible.
She slid it into it's proper place, and turned it into the locked position, Breathing in softly, she let out another soft sigh as she inhaled a small bit of the fresh Cardamine.
"Mmnh...B..Bartender!?"
The Bartender looked up from the glass he was washing off.
"Well...you look like a hell of a mess lady, whattaya need?"
Maria hesitated for a moment, and then looked up at him.
"Just..some water, please, senor.."
The Bartender nodded slightly, trying to hide the surprised look on his face, he filled up the glass he had been cleaning, with some ice cold water and left it at the edge of the counter for Maria, who after a few minutes of sitting there in her seat staring at it, stood up and grabbed it, slinking quietly back to her seat with it.
"Great...stuck in New York.."
She raised her glass and took a nice long sip of the water, putting the glass back down on the table, letting out a sigh of relief as the cool water made it's way through her, she looked around the bar, taking in the details of the people around her.
"Asking a ship AI for creative input? What would be either some mighty AI, or some poor imagination, I'm afraid. If you haven't found any use for that eight hundred thousand we've managed to get last time, consider buying some client?le for this place, it's been pretty empty lately. I spent most of mine for medical equipment - a little side-project of mine - so can't help you out there."
He looked at the woman stumbling in and made an awkward half-bow, recognising the name on the helmet.
She perked up a bit, hearing a conversation nearby, turning to look over at what appeared to be a Hacker, bowing to her.
She tried to fix her hair by brushing through it with her hand, in some sort of attempt to make her look more respectable, given her current state it accomplished nothing, save brushing the hair off her face.
"...None of my Business, but...why would anybody ask a machine...to be creative? it doesn't make much sense to me senor..."
She laughed a little bit.
"You..don't need to bow to me Senor"
"First of three, don't Senor me - we've met near Buffalo, remember? Second of three, it's what I do - I guess deep down I'm a royal jester, really. And third of three, the machine creativity - well, I'll let Rommie here take that one. That's Rommie, by the way."
He beamed, turning to Rommie now.
"And Rommie - this charming young person here is Maria, as you might have noticed."
He spun back to face Maria, and sipped some more of his tea.
"Sorry about that, my lady - I'm a sucker for introductions, I am."
She nodded to Noam, but before she could really aknowledge him she was interrupted by the man sitting down at her table.
Turning to the man who now sat across from her, she smirked slightly, hearing the name of the familiar Yacht, she looked over to the bartender and then back to the man across from her.
"Mmnh...I don't drink wine, Remember Senor?"
She laughed slightly to the man across from her.
"What did you say...was your name again?..."
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