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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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[aberrant_type]

[She just follows him, then, quietly looking the ship over as she paces after him. Yeah, it's pretty much the same.]

What a drag. I figure these things must be factory produced to be so standardized - pretty impressive if you think about it.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Pretty sure no other ship has our weird dip in the ceiling in the kitchen, though.

Can't imagine why that's there.

[he ducks into the engine room--where there may or may not be helpers. there are also two impressive robot arms, just like in the video.]

Here we go...