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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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I was looking at them, and they kind of made sense? But not really? ...And I've never actually driven anything before... And I couldn't figure out how to get, like... the location into the computer thing.

So...

[he might have gotten high and taken a nap instead.]

I guess I lost track of time.

...You know what, maybe you and I will have some flying lessons later this week, and then you can come over and see the fighting robot arms.

[knowing full well that Nel will forget all about them by then.]

I want to see them...

[...he's just a lazy failure who doesn't know how to do all that thinking on his own at once.]

Nel, you fell asleep. You can wait.

[besides, he kind of needs to... disassemble them and put his landing gear back together soon...]

I'll put them back together for you when you can drive. That'll be your reward.

Okaaaay...

[disappontment. :( ]

Unless you want to try flying again.

[whiney sound...]

Then shut up, Nel.

[huff. :( ]

...Okay.

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