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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: The crew of the SS "You Tried" Bloodsport (and anyone who happens to be visiting).
Broadcast: Probably not? Maybe?
Action: Aboard and around the ship.
When: Right after the latest Shuffle!

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[that's right boys and girls it's another mingle. they navigated smoothly out of the initial danger (despite some people not helping), and they've gotten to hang out on the beach (or the storms, or with the sick Nunnilis) for about a week.

so... what are our intrepid travelers up to now? oh and also there's one of those glowing fish in a fishbowl on the kitchen table. it's green. you are welcome. don't kill it. you know who you are.]

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OTA | Hell Yeah Fish

[wordmiser]

[She'd already started hoarding the glowing fish, but now she sees she wasn't the only one.

Nice.

She's humming lightly at it hoping to find out what will make it's glowing change.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[who could have possibly put it there? there are some quirky people on this ship, maybe it was River, or Hiccup, or... oh, Robin is carrying a little bowl of protein leftovers into the kitchen, and stops when he sees Jinx already in front of the fish.]

Oh... So you found the new desk lamp.

[wordmiser]

[They. Were. FABULOUS.

Pure delight. That's all there is.

LOOK AT THOSE SHADOWS, ROBIN, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.

There is even flailing involved in this silent gesticulating.]

The doctor is in | OTA

[pompous_today]

[Simon hadn't been as affected by guilt as some of his fellow doctors had been over the bugs- he supposed his time on the run from the Alliance had softened him somewhat when it came to the idea of "mercy killing patients who were beyond help"- but that hadn't stopped him from rendering aid to the bugs nonetheless.

And he was quite tired. There were comparatively few doctors on the Fleet, and that combined with the fact that his crew had a tendency to injure themselves, kept him plenty busy.

So if you came to the infirmary for an injury or just to chat, there was a high chance you'd find Simon dozing in his chair.]

[wordmiser]

[He ain't looking so good this go round. So tired.

Too bad, she's clomping in and taking over his space. Jinx has totally decided she likes him. Or at least used to him and totally willing to force her company upon him.

On the other hand, she did bring him a piece of candy. It's clearly from the planet - some kind of gummy seaweed.]

[pompous_today]

[Simon hadn't meant to doze- and he actually jerked awake when he heard another person enter his infirmary. Stretching, he smiled at Jinx and accepted the piece of candy.]

Thank you- and sorry that I was asleep. I've been working hard on this planet.

[limitstorm]

[ he's just doing some standard perimeter checks and his sight unseeing is usually enough to make sure no one's hurt or going to be without actually stepping into the infirmary--

but this time he peeks his head in, just because he's been so absent. it's a little bit of a surprise to find him asleep, but he figures it'd be awkward if he was awake anyway. it's a little drafty in the ship, if he's honest--so it takes him a few minutes, but he comes back with a cup of hot green tea and a blanket that he puts over the back of his chair. ]

[pompous_today]

[Simon didn't wake fully until he smelled the tea- he then opened his eyes, but whoever had left it for him was gone. And a blanket had been draped over him as well.

Smiling, peering out the door to see if his mystery visitor was still there, Simon sipped at the tea.

Pretty good, for ship-issued.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[Robin, strangely, never comes in for injuries. he never seems to get hurt, despite how his personality might lead one to believe he does all manner of poorly-thought-out and mildly-dangerous things in his spare time.

today isn't any different... except for the part where Simon is asleep in his chair as Robin walks in. he half debates pulling some practical joke on him... but decides he might as well just wake him up by knocking politely on the infirmary's door-frame instead.]

[pompous_today]

[Simon murmured at the knock, before opening one eye and almost scrambling to get out of his chair.]

Ah- hello, Robin. I didn't mean to doze on the job.

[tobeajedi]

[Yeah, so guess who barked her knees while climbing up cliffs? It's Vima! She got her hands scraped up too. And her elbows... and her shins... it was an eventful thirty seconds.

At least it's an excuse to sharpen her telekinesis skills by opening doors with the Force, so she tells herself. She might go to Dr. Crusher, but has a feeling she might end up with a lecture and really the cuts themselves are enough of a lesson, so she just picked the nearest not-Blue Fish ship.

She stops when she sees Simon snoozing in the chair and bites her lip, not wanting to disturb him if he's this tired. Maybe she can just borrow some kolto, or whatever the equivalent is? So she'll just kind of creep in and restrain the urge to go 'ow, ow, ow' with each step.]

action; (during a storm)

[limitstorm]

[ he hadn't meant to stay outside so long, he'd just been... helping burn some patches. he couldn't find axel to help, so he'd just resorted to trying to do it himself.

but the storm rolled in too soon, and though riku might be freely standing around enjoying the rain, he's bolting once he hears thunder with a panicked look on his face. once he's inside, probably sopping wet, you'll just find him sort of collapsing to breathe for a second.

and, uh. maybe muffled yelps. he's the first mate, he's not supposed to be scared. ]

[wordmiser]

[Dude.

She's looking at him like he's crazy.

Dude. Really?]

[destinyembrace]

[Kairi had searched the ship top to bottom for Riku, peering around every corner and (almost) every room for him. She'd all but given up when she heard the storm roll in. Unfazed, she hangs out by the entrance, waiting for it to pass before heading out. Maybe she'll send him a text-

When he barges in, Kairi is momentarily startled, but she's more surprised when she sees the panic on his face. Eyes wide, she watches as he collapses on the floor, and for a moment, she's unsure as to what to say. Was he... afraid of lightning? Since when?

And that, that right there, solidifies her decision. They need to have a talk, a long one.]

Riku... are you all right?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[you know, Robin really does have this really unfortunate (or, ah, fortunate?) way of showing up wherever someone important to him is in trouble. this must not be an exception. he doesn't approach Riku immediately, but the boy may notice the particular clicking of Robin's hard-heeled boots as he walks calmy past.

he makes sure that the door to the ship is both shut and locked, first. without a word.]

OPEN | Do you wanna build a flaming sword?

[horrendous]

[It doesn't have to be a flaming sword.

Hiccup is hard at work now that they aren't at risk of being vaporized in space. While there isn't a whole lot of engineering materials he can scrap, he's pretty well-off after the Iskaulit. Right now he's experimenting with a kind of metal blade he's made retractable, though a little more substantial, in case he has to actually fight with this sword.

The problem isn't the blade (obsidian edge, finely sharpened). The problem is that he can't find anything that will allow it to ignite in a way that he can recharge it when needed, canister style, like he did for Inferno. There's a variety of materials at his hands what with the labs and technology available to the entire Fleet.

To that end, he's spending today lighting things on fire.

Anyone passing by the engine room will smell the scent of burning oil and whatever else. Sometimes there's burned human hair. Peek into the door at the right time, and you might even witness a giant fireball.

Hiccup is standing at the other side of the disaster zone wearing a metal faceguard against the fire. He has a long lighter in one hand, and there's a metal mockup of the sword blade that's been doused in various chemicals and then set aflame.]

Whoops, uh, I'll mark that one down as a no. A big no. With three underlines.

[wordmiser]

[The fact that Jinx had observed him lighting things on fire, and in face been the one stupid enough to walk in front of what may be a fireball, does not stop her from glaring at him when it just misses.

Because her stupidity is his fault. And the fact that she could phase through that has no influence on her opinion.]

[pompous_today]

[Simon had been smelling burning things more often on the ship- far more often than what should have been normal.

He would hope that if it was something serious, the rest of the crew would have been more alarmed, but that thought wasn't enough to quite suppress his curiosity as time went on, and so finally he peeked into the engine room on his way back from a planetside trip...

... to find a large burst of flame just dying down.]

... I was going to ask, but I am not sure I want to know. Should I get the burn kit ready?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he is absolutely also in the room. he is not wearing any protective face gear. he's wearing gloves, but he kind of always wears gloves, so that may not even count. at least he sticks close to the sides of the engine room when there is actual serious fire going on. he is arguably crazy, but certainly not stupid.

that last one got, uh, kind of close, though.]

Yeah, I'm gonna... Second that one. Unless you plan on hurling it about twenty feet forward before you light it on fire.

OPEN come meet the fresh meat

[reproducer]

[Well. Kise isn't lost, really. He knows to turn this way for one hallway and back that way for that other slightly different set of rooms but--

--that doesn't really mean that he knows where he's going. He's not lost, no- but he has no destination in mind, either. If only because he's so unfamiliar with this new, er, ship?

He just wanted to play some basketball?? He really hates his status as a minor celebrity sometimes. Cause now his ass is in space?? He didn't even know about this show!! Where's his contract?? His agent is the worst!!

...so here's Kise, wandering around the ship.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[so this ship is not exactly all that big... Robin (who is messing around in the engine room) mostly ignores him the first time that he sees him pass down the hallway. he's probably visiting Riku or something. Riku has friends, sometimes. whatever.

...but then the guy passes back in the other direction. and Robin starts to think that maybe he's not just... visiting. he starts listening for footsteps, trying to track where this person is going... and, remembering what day it is, finally just pulls up the ship roster on the computer in front of him.

...oh.

okay.]

...Oy! Confused guy in the hallway!

[is he going to get up for this? hell no. is he going to yell from behind the engine? you bet he is.]

[pompous_today]

[Simon heard someone pass the infirmary several times before he poked his head out.]

Ah- excuse me! Are you our new crewmember?

[horrendous]

[Hiccup dodges him purely by instinct as he pops out of the kitchen.]

Whoa! Sorry, didn't see you there.

[Then he hesitates, because he hasn't seen this guy before. Kise might think he's some kind of cosplayer. Not entirely inaccurate, since he sorta looks like Toothless, but still.]

Uh, are you-- are you lost?

closed to robin.

[slukhtis]

[ It's not long after this that Michael finds his way to the ship─ no finds his way to Robin, follows the familiar tug on the edge of his senses. Body moving automatically, not with any actual purpose.

His shirt is ruined, bloody, torn apart by Tek's fangs, the dragon's black blood clinging to the corner of his mouth. He doesn't really think, can't really, his mind a is a muddled mess of snarling and words and─

Robin, has to find Robin.

When he finally stops it's all to casual, complete disregarding his state, idly picking at his shirt in minor dismay. ]

Gonna need a new shirt.

hhhhhi michael.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[and there Robin was, just minding his own business and checking stock in the cargo bay--when in walks a bad feeling and the pang of blood. he looks over, startled, just as Michael stops his confused wandering and starts to pick at his shirt.

he doesn't really think anything, but he's over there in a second. he grabs the other by the jaw, pushes down on his lower lip with a thumb to see the staining black still in his teeth. the whole thing is quick. he moves fast, marks it down, keeps going. he lets go to check his shoulder, pick at red-soaked fabric where the wound may or may not still be healing.

back to his face. his fingertips rest light, pulling just below his ears, at the top of his neck. gentle, gentle...]

What happened?