Characters: Erol, Mouse, eventually Bob. [CLOSED]
Location: Deck 01
Date: December 22
Rating: PG-16 for Erol fighting.
Mouse isn't confrontational by code, or so she'd like to believe. She just has a habit of accepting any and all challenges given to her. That's not confrontational, right? That's...competitive. There's a difference. Confrontational is Dot after losing her glasses for the third time in a millisecond, competitive is--well, competitive is Mouse.
Besides, the guy was a real dipswitch; talked like a virus on a good second. She knows he's not, he wouldn't have talked about Binary that way if he were, but User if he didn't sound like one.
She's waiting all the way up on deck one, what has to be the highest point on the ship, looking out over the data shimmering in the dark all around them. That's odd--darkness has always meant something's wrong to Mouse, but here it seems like part of the second's cycle. It's a little confusing.
Mouse leans on the railing, dark hands--User's hands--gripping the edge just lightly, comfortably, and takes a deep breath. Input, clear it out. She can do this. She's fighting a User, face-to-face outside a game, but she can do this.
It's just setting a wait state that gets to her.