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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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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oh, hey Rin!

[oh ho ho, he looks up with this big grin on his face--from where he was testing some sort of a remote control.]

No one. It's just stuff from around the ship we aren't using. Spare parts and stuff. Lloyd brought some over too.

[and part of the landing gear. but. hey.]

[payback]

[She scratches her head and just absentmindedly pushes her fingers into her hair. Staring at these stupid arms. Ugh.]

I can't believe you're in charge of this ship...

[And then suddenly she laughs. It's kind of an edged noise, more something that could cut than simple happiness.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Wow, you're being no fun today...

[he waves his controller at her a little.]

You don't even want to try?

[payback]

I'm never fun. [With slight asperity. Contemplating whether she wants to indulge this or not. Maybe she doesn't. She's kind of mad at Robin in a quiet slow-burn way.]

What are the controls? [Putting off her decision.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ah... [it seems she's in a mood, and he doesn't want to harsh his robot bliss, so instead he turns the controls around so that he can kind of show her from where he's sitting.] You can either go into the computer and put in a series of commands, or you can control them live with these joysticks. Check it out.

[he wiggles one and the robot arm swings smoothly left and right--well out of range of any humans accidentally walking into the room, thank god.]