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

[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.