nothing is perfect, but your imperfections are quaint

[diomedea]

Who: AN ENTIRE BLOODSPORT AND ANY VISITORS
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: On the Bloodsport!
When: 6/14-6/21

[WELCOME TO THE BLOODSPORT HICCUP don't mind the crew. They're. Uhh. Unique.

Enjoy your pudding! What's the crew up to this week?]

Comments

[pompous_today]

[After Simon had discerned that there was most likely not any human life in need of help on the mysterious ship they were docked on, he tended to stick to the Bloodsport and nearby. It felt safer there.

He could be found expressing disgust at Atroma's broadcasts and in a rather grumpy mood afterward, helping fix people who were injured, and generally doing his best to be productive and helpful.]

[wordmiser]

[Jinx trundles her way into the infirmary in a surprisingly good mood for the gash she has across one shoulder. She hops herself up onto his table and unceremoniously pulls her shirt off her shoulder.

A bug took her by surprise.

Patch her up, doc?]

[pompous_today]

[Simon was taken by surprise by Jinx coming into his medbay; however, he recovered quickly and was soon washing his hands and preparing to treat her wound, shaking his head.]

Had a run-in with a bug?

[wordmiser]

[A shrug, followed by a small wince. Bad choice there Jinx.]

...A few.

[Leaning on one hand, she watches him put together patch-up tools from under her lashes. She supposed this meant it was time to determine just what kind of doc he would be. For her, at least.

That little girl had been great, though. Two seconds and no more pain. he probably couldn't do that.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[the bizarre, empty ship hasn't exactly put him in a good mood either... but he still puts on a polite, calm face as he catches up with Simon in a hallway.]

Hey, Simon. Take it you didn't find anyone else on board?

[pompous_today]

Not so far. It seems... bizarre. Like this ship should have been piloted by people, yet there none.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he makes a thoughtful little noise. chews on this, mentally, for a moment.]

... I like this ship less and less, the more I hear about it. I assume you'll want to stay on to help the people coming back from exploring?

[wordmiser]

[Jinx tended to trundle back to the Bloodsport periodically after adventuring out into the wilderness that was full of socially acceptable things to kill.

This was great. She is practically glowing. She is definitely smiling when you try to talk to her.

She is also looking a little bit thin, and rustling through the kitchen for food perpetually.]

6/13ish

[horrendous]

Aaaah! [Hiccup appears on the bridge like most new arrivals, staggering out of surprise and... accidentally knocking over the pudding or whatever the hell that is. He steadies himself on a console-- thankfully not hitting anything important-- and glances around.

Confetti settles in his hair. He's not quite sure where it came from, but he lifts a hand cautiously to ruffle his hair and chase it out.]

Uh... hah... hi.

[It doesn't take him long to go exploring, though, so if anyone would like to run into him somewhere else it's totally possible. You can probably hear him coming a mile away with that metal foot.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[WELL... Robin was just standing around by the comm station, trying to decipher the readings and totally minding his own business, so he understandably also looks kind of startled when someone materializes on his bridge in a small cloud of confetti.]

...Hello. [a short, considering pause.] How are you?

[horrendous]

[Hiccup gives a glance at whatever brown stuff is on the floor. He doesn't want to find out what that is. And then he looks back over at Robin.]

I'm-- I'm good, mostly. As good as I can be after being... kidnapped. [He dusts more confetti off his armor.] Where am I? [He could be on one of the other weird sail-less ships, but he's not sure.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ah. [well, then. he'll just stop what he's doing, lean on the control panel. at least he's figured out what's going on--and seems pretty casual about it.]

You're on the Bloodsport, one of the seventeen smaller ships in the Drift Fleet. And unless they changed their gimmick, the confetti means you're the newest member of the crew.

Re: 6/13ish

[wordmiser]

[Jinx gives their newest arrival in incredulous look.

Dude. Di you just seriously waste free food? Come on, man.]

[horrendous]

[That's not food, it's politely concentrated dragon shit. He blinks back at Jinx, though. Then gives himself a cursory glance to make sure his fly isn't open or something.]

Uh... greetings and salutations, stranger. I'm Hiccup.

[wordmiser]

[Salutations? Jinx tilts her head. She doesn't know that word. But she knows greetings. he must be the new arrival to their merry little band.

She bobs her head in his direction, more of a chin jerk than anything else.

Sup?]

No, he really doesn't live here.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole's back.

He spends a chunk of time here because it has people he adores and loves being near. But when he first came on board, River was having troubles and Simon was with her, so he wandered the ship, waiting for them to be free. Or to find someone else to chat to.]

[pompous_today]

[Simon had been expecting Cole to visit once they were docked- when he heard the other man's footsteps, he poked his head out of the kitchen and nodded once he affirmed the visitor's identity.]

I've made some rice. It's not much, but would you like to join me?

[killedwithlove]

[Cole sniffs, doesn't recognise the smell off hand but that doesn't mean much.]

I don't eat...

[pompous_today]

[Simon smiled.]

Probably for the best here, admittedly, when all we have to eat comes in cube and gel form. Are you doing well?

[wordmiser]

[It's that guy she doesn't like again.

Jinx glares at him when she meanders into the same room he's wandering through.]

[killedwithlove]

[Cole shrinks away from her again, flickering slightly into smoke and drawing back into the shadows.]

[wordmiser]

[She sneers at him, and even goes so far as to flick her fingers threateningly in her direction.

Get off her ship, little man of smoke.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[when Robin feels the (semi-)familiar presence show up on the ship again, he actually seeks him out this time. Robin himself seems to have gained a couple of threads. and lost a couple. things have shifted. actually, maybe it's hard to tell if anything has changed at all. the universe continues to turn.

anyway, he's here with a thought--]

Hey, Cole. You been around the ship yet? This big one? [he points up. he means the thing they're sitting in now, the one full of bugs.]

[killedwithlove]

[Cole isn't surprised when Robin finds him. He doesn't look up, because he's busy picking at threads on his clothing, but he nods and hums.]

Yes. I make them not see me so I can have a look. They have no souls, empty, moving, echoing, there's suffering in the metal and in the dark. I haven't found it.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I wondered.

[Cole knows things. they may be different things than what Robin knows and what Tek told him--but that's why he wanted to ask. they're empty, but moving? but not magical...]

It feels like this ship is haunted, but I haven't found any ghosts. [...] I don't like it.