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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Robin (and you!)
Broadcast: Video, open network!
Action: Anyone who makes it onto the Bloodsport.
When: RIGHT NOW.

[he opens up a video feed and adjusts it so that everyone can see... well... something like this going on where he's cleared space in the engine room. it's metal pipes rather than sharp swords, but the thought is still there... the camera moves and Robin's dumb face shows up, grinning--]

Okay, okay. Hey.

You, me. Robot arms that fight each other.

I'll open bets and the rest of my booze. Come on, who's in?

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[ino]

Oh, boy. Something actually worth watching.

[ Totally chin-handsing over here. Someone get this girl some popcorn. ]

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

What can I say, I'm a fan of quality entertainment.

I bet you anything it looks a lot slicker in person, if you wanted to fly over...

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[ino]

Trust me, I'm tempted. When do the games begin, exactly?

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Whenever I've got two players. One of them might be me, but I'd hate to hog the spotlight.

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[ino]

[ That last line gets a knowing smirk. She barely knows you, Robin, but you definitely don't seem like the type to avoid the attention ]

Right, of course.

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

[and he laughs, because she's totally right.]

I'll save a spot for you. I think we've still got snacks left, too...