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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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[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.]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[Dude.

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

Dude. Really?]

[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.

[A dismissive nod.

Totally. Sure. Super hard.

So many people did that. Weird.]

[ yes, really, shockingly enough people have phobias

he awkwardly glances to her, then just looks away. once he catches his breath, though, he's shuffling towards the armory. ]

[She is not goo at People.

Despite that she trails after him a little, hovering. Not... strictly in concern. But more in confusion.

She could... get someone... maybe...]

[Simon raises an eyebrow.]

And what about you? Have you been enjoying the beaches and sun and surf instead?

[Yeah, that was more like it. Pleased head bobs of agreement. That had been cool.

Lots of hot guys. And hot girls, come to think of it. No one particularly bloody, though. What a waste.

She wanders around the little infirmary, poking at bits and bobs.]

[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.

[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.]

[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?

Well, that is good- I think we all deserve to relax after that month. Not that I have been good at relaxing, mind... I need to keep busy.

[Simon watches Jinx, tilting his head.]

Been staying out of trouble, too, I hope.

[ 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. ]

[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?

[ oh god it's kairi.

he stiffens and quickly scrambles up, still soaking wet and looking a little chastised. ]

Kairi! Uh--s-sorry, I didn't know you'd--

[ he can still feel the rumble of thunder and when he does his shoulders shoot up and he cringes like he's going to be hit, gritting his teeth. he forces the trembling back down before he breathes in deep. ]

B... be here.

[The one and only!

And yes, he is definitely scared of it. Kairi's brow furrows in concern and confusion, pausing for a moment as she considers her next move.]

It was sort of a spur of the moment thing.

[Without warning, she reaches out and takes his hand, tugging him with her as she walks further into the ship.]

Let's get you dried off, first. Where are your towels?

[ spur of the moment... the worst moment. he should've been more prepared!

when she takes his hand there's a slight flinch, a quiet 'um'--

but he follows along silently until she poses her question. ]

Uh, I... there's some in the bathroom.

[AND THAT IS EXACTLY WHY THEY NEED TO TALK. But that's for later.

Kairi hangs a hard right to get to the bathroom. Luckily in her meandering around the ship, she passed by it a few times and now had a good idea of where it is. She pulls him inside, letting him go to let him drip on the file for a moment while she scavenges for a towel. One is retrieved from a closet and she brings it over to him.]

Here.

[ she's following.

riku's shoulders just tense up more, and there's an inherent panic that bubbles in his stomach. the thunder still terrifies him when he hears it through the metal of the ship and he cringes but he hastens his pace. with her following and the lightning that breaks through the sky, it's hard to keep everything under control and not just lash out--

but he can't lash out. he has to be in control of his emotions or he'll hurt someone. she's a crew member, too. she doesn't mean to seem threatening, but everything is threatening right then and there.

once he gets to the armory, he closes the door after him. ]

Sorry...

[ he mumbles it as she takes the lead.

why is he so useless? why does this scare him so much--when the lightning strikes again, he muffles a yelp and swallows it, a tremor in his arms. he starts to dry himself off, scrunching his hair, and then he realizes he'd probably have an easier time if he switched clothes... but he can't do that, kairi's right there.

his ears get a little pink. ]

S--so, why'd you... come over, anyway?

[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.

[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.]

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