Literary Thievery
Literary Thievery
Summary: Antonio and Chione finally get to chat.
Date: 72 ACH
Related Logs: None
Players:
Chione..Sloane..

In the observation deck, Sloane is sitting alone near the front by the major viewport. Reclining quietly in a two-seat coach with a novel in one hand and a coffee mug of tea in his other hand, he seems to be enjoying a quiet moment to himself. Setting the mug down on a small end table beside his seat, he turns the page.

In walks Chione Dike, a book of her own tucked under one arm, though, upon careful inspection, make that two books. Glancing around, the blonde-haired CIC Ensign starts towards the larger viewport after grabbing a glass of water, passing on the coffee - at this rate she'll kick any caffeine habit she has, or get desperate enough she'll drink navy coffee soon. As she moves over she starts to sit down before pausing and arches an eyebrow as she spies a familiar face. "I would think," says the woman in her Caprican accent with a smile just curving the corners of her lips, "You'd get a much better view in your Viper, Cornbread."

Sloane looks up and in her direction while turning another page. Stopping, he slides an old slip of paper between the pages with a smile in her direction. "I guess it all depends what I'm looking at." He says, reaching out for his tea. His book falls onto the floor, utterly crushing what he thought was a moment of extremely well played improvisation. Flattening his lips, he gives her a smile and leans down to pick up his book. "I got back from CAP earlier, taking a bit to relax. How are you, Ensign Dike? Haven't seen much of you around since that day at the gym."

As Cornbread leans for his book, Chione does as well - leans down for his book. "Well, I've been busy. It's been busy, in CIC… everything has been busy," she notes with a bemused tone of voice. And while the young woman knows a few hints and tricks, there is only so much make-up in the fleet and she's not wasting it, there are hits of bags under her eyes, bruises and maybe a scrape or two on the mend. Chione just shakes her head, dismissing the topic of being 'busy' with a smile, motioning to the seat next to the Viper pilot. "Please, call me Chione. Ensign Dike is far too formal, unless you prefer the formal, then that is how it shall stay, of course." A glance out the viewport, then Chione looks back again at Sloane. "Coincidence, I am just off from my shift in CIC."

Sloane quickly lets her get his book, deciding to try and avoid a forehead collision. "Thank you, Chione." He says, answering that question as well. Looking to the empty space beside him, he looks it over to make sure that it's tidy before motioning for her to sit with him, smiling softly. "No we're off the clock right now, sit with me? I was just hoping for a little company as it was." He says. Searching his mind for a topic to start, he considers, and then leads into it. "So I'm assuming CIC was a bit busier during my CAP than I was, can you guys actually tell how quiet it gets for us out there?"

"Sometimes," notes the blonde woman as she glides into the seat next to Sloane in a practiced and graceful manner. "If it's really quiet, sometimes you forget to stop yammering before you get back within range and we can hear some of the chatter between your birds." Chione absently reaches up as she turns to look out the viewport, futzing with her hair, a nervious habit she is completely unaware of, "On very quiet days, it gets quiet in CIC, too. Though we don't chatter up there. We have some real … characters up there, you could say, that won't tolerate friendly chatter during wartime. So you could hear a pin-drop. So yes, we're aware of how quiet it is for you," notes the young woman as she turns back to Sloane with a smile, "And a lot of us, especially those of us in the ass-end of CIC, are envious of your freedom out there."

"Freedom…that's a pretty good way of putting it, isn't it?" Sloane replies, looking to her with a quiet gaze. "You know, no lie, I can't ever forget when I'm on CAP exactly what I am doing out there, but sometimes when you flip over and try to get visual contacts from an odd angle…you just get the best view of what's out there. It's so quiet. So when I'm on CAP, I love that quiet." He smiles. "That is, of course, until we start making fun of eachother." Sloane chuckles, pretty well known for his witty comebacks around the wing. "You know what though? We're all really glad you guys are there keepin' an eye out for us."

Tilting her head back and forth with a faint smile. "Hey, I just post the jump coordinates, but I'll spread the word around CIC that you pilots appriciate folks," notes Chione. "And from your description, no wonder Kalypso wanted to be a pilot," she offers before taking a sip of her drink. "I knew I had no chance, and to be honest, it didn't interest me. Watching the battle, the intricacies of it, plotting it, adjusting to it and revamping stratigies and watching other people and how they do that sort of thing, oddly enough that interested me. Which is how I ended up in CIC. I guess, despite my inability to make friends here, don't laugh, I'm failing miserably, I'm a people person and need to be around people."

"Well don't spread this around too much, but I actually enlisted hoping to go into Physics." Sloane says with a little grinning roll of his eyes. "Bit of a dork I was back in high school, wanted to go into physics so that I could get a good position at the plant after my term. After the tests they said I qualified. I learned to love it along the way." He reaches behind himself to get his mug of tea, almost knocking it over on the first pass. Taking the mug in his hands, he sips and sets it back down again. "Nah I won't laugh. You seem friendly enough to me, besides, you're Wide-Load's cousin, so you get my benefit of the doubt. I just hope she didn't make me sound desperate like Flask did to everyone else."

At that last, Chione chokes out at laugh and shakes her head with a smile. "Hardly! To be honest, all she had to say was she was trying to win a bet and I agreed. Then she started to go on explaining how you were cute and nice, before she realized I agreed. Nothing was said about you being desperate or the like, and I didn't even think that." Chione finishes her glass of water and glances around before settling it down. She starts to set her books down, when she realizes she still has Sloane's and hands it back to him with a sheepish smile. "Here. This is yours I believe. I agreed because Kalypso asked me to. And now, I'm looking forward to it." Chione gives a faint pause, a playfully devious grin slips across the woman's lips as she gives the pilot a sidelong glance, "You're not trying to back out on me now, are you?"

Sloane takes his book back and sets it on the end table. He turns back to her and lifts an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing in a comical gesture. He seems almost amazed he heard that coming from her. "Well I was going to, but then you decided to be honest and not try and steal my book." He says, offering her an impish little smile. "No, of course not. How does Spotlight's sound on the Carina? Quiet little place, has a piano player, dinner. I think they serve wine there too, nice place. I actually do happen to have something nice to wear when they let me out of the playpen around here."

Sloane takes his book back and sets it on the end table. He turns back to her and lifts an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing in a comical gesture. He seems almost amazed he heard that coming from her. "Well I was going to, but then you decided to be honest and not try and steal my book." He says, offering her an impish little smile. "No, of course not. How does Spotlight's sound on the Carina? Quiet little place, has a piano player, dinner. I think they serve wine there too, nice place. I actually do happen to have something nice to wear when they let me out of the playpen around here."

"Well," drawls Chione with a wry grin, "It wasn't a romance novel and it wasn't a picture book so I decided I'd leave you to it. Actually, speaking of books, if you have any good mysteries, let me know, I've read all the ones I've had repeatedly." A chuckle is given as the grin turns into a smile. "I've never been to Spotlight, it sounds delightful. And really? You have something nice to wear? Well then, I am looking forward to see how well you clean up there, flyboy."

"Flyboy cleans up nice." Sloane replies, giving her a broad grin. "Not too nice, don't own any ties or anything, but something to wear out to dinner I do have." Sloane pauses, giving her a sly look. "Ah, you see, maybe you were trying to steal my book then." He holds up his book. "You saw 'The Midnight Murders' and tried to pull a fast one on me." He sets the book back down. "I've only got about a hundred pages left, one of those good private eye stories, where should I drop it off when I'm done?"

Rising, Chione smiles as she reaches for her empty glass. "Bunk B9, Navy Officer Berthings. That'd be mine. I'll leave some books out for you to paruse through at your leisure if I'm not there, as well as a copy of my schedule in CIC." Securing her books, Chione looks down at them a moment, before offering a smile back at Sloane. "So no tie, but something do-able for dinner. I think I can work with that. I had nothing much to do with my time, nor my earnings but shop back on the Destiny. Let me know when works with your schedule, mmm? I look forward to dinner, Cornbread." Taking a step away, Chione reaches up to wriggle her fingers in a wave over her shoulder.

"I've got a lot of leave saved up, Chione. I'll leave you a note when I come by looking at the books. Call it a makeshift bookmark." He turns, watching her leave for a moment as he sips his mug. "See you then, and keep an eye out for me from up there."

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