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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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[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.]