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

[horrendous]

[Well it's certainly scary to trolls. After all, trolls didn't take his foot. Or his left socks. Since he doesn't wear those anymore.]

Hiding? How-- how in the world do you hide a dragon?

[Especially a HUGE one.]

Like, I've tried that before.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Well, they shrink down into... human...

[he's halfway through making a compressing motion with both of his hands as something suddenly occurs to him--and suddenly the last couple of comments from Hiccup make way more sense.]

Do dragons not look like humans where you're from? Ever?

[horrendous]

They what.

[He stares at Robin like the man just grew an arm out of his forehead.]

N... no. No, they don't. Not even a little bit. Not ever.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[to be fair, Robin's skeptical squinting is a strong contender.]

That's... [he pauses. he thinks.] That got weird. Okay.

[horrendous]

[What the hell, Robin.]

It's been weird for a while to be frank.

[He's... thinking with his hands. Trying to articulate how fucking weird this is.]

Uh... What about dragon racing? Is that-- is that something I can talk about without offending this mysterious shape-changing dragon guy? Or is that a no.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Probably not. [WELL, he... will at least go back to smiling, apologetically.] But he's also offended by strange looks and clashing colors, so maybe it's not actually worth it to bother tiptoeing around...

[maybe they should change the subject. he waves him towards the door to the hallway.]

Anyway, I'm also the captain--so I should probably show you around.

[horrendous]

Ah. Sounds like he'd hate my Viking fashion statement, [he says, shaking out his left foot.]

A tour would be great. A workshop would be better, but I can probably keep my chaos contained to the... engineering parts of the ship. Probably.

[He moves aside with a flourish.]

When you're ready, cap'n.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Huh. [Robin hadn't actually noticed the foot before, so he does stop and give it a moment of consideration. he at least doesn't look... awkward or startled by it. whatever he thinks, he ends up nodding to the second thing that Hiccup says and more or less continues on with the rest of his life in the same casual way as always.

so, he moves them into the hall while he talks.] That's a slick little piece of engineering in itself, though. I think you're gonna fit in just fine.

[horrendous]

[Even if he was, Hiccup would get over it. Gods know he was startled by it too.]

Heh, thanks. It locks directly into the stirrup to help with steering... not that I can show you, since the dragon is, you know, missing.

[Sigh.]

Anyway, I've got a couple projects in mind. Little things, mostly.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[maybe they will find his dragon someday. or maybe they won't--but he doesn't want to be a bummer about it, so he'll move them right along.]

Bridge is back there, obviously. This is the hallway, those hatches lead down to rooms, kitchen is that way, washrooms are that way-- [he barely pauses in his pointing in various directions to follow up on what Hiccup said:] --And what projects would those be? Give me the details.

[horrendous]

Trapdoor rooms. I like it.

[He's taking mental notes. Going too fast to jot down anything in his journal. The mapping can come later.]

While I was on the big ship I happened to run into two people who are limping in one way or another. One of them's just a kid. I'm thinking a chair with wheels.

The other guy's missing more of his leg than I am. I've never made a prosthetic with a knee before, but I think I can work it out. Maybe something with pulleys?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Hm... It sounds like you may have been brought here at exactly the right time.

[he thinks he already likes this guy. between dragons and this... he'll continue leading him down the hallway, ducking through the door to the engine room.]

Right in here, see-- [there's already stuff everywhere, extra parts, half-built things, tools he's been collecting.] Kind of a mess, but we can move stuff around.

[horrendous]

Funny, I wasn't trying for good timing. Usually I have the worst timing ever.

[His eyes light up when he sees the engine room slash workshop. This is his jam. Right here. Scrap everywhere, half-finished projects, blueprints--

He doesn't hesitate to jump right in, though he's careful not to touch anything that looks dangerous. He'll be examining the tools though.]

This is-- this is perfect. I can work with this. I mean, in here. Whatever, you know what I mean.

[He glances back at Robin, grinning ear to ear.]

Just make some room for me to work and we're good. I'm used to having a forge for metalworking, but something tells me there's some... fancy high-tech substitute for that sort of thing.