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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]

[whoa-ho-ho! that one makes it. though, maybe partly because Robin's a little distracted, giving Lloyd a weird look.]

What do you mean you didn't have metal pipes?

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[idealistic]

[ YES point for Lloyd! but the victory is short-lived as Lloyd looks at Robin equally confused. ]

...We didn't have metal pipes. Not ones thin enough to use for swords, anyway. [ said so matter-of-factly, too. he shrugs. ] Well, I guess except for the Desians and everyone in Tethe'alla: they had way more advanced stuff than what we had.

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

That seems... backwards. [but... what does he know? ...a lot. he knows a lot.] But I guess... Different worlds have different ways of growing, huh...

[he'll just... reset the arms back to starting position.]

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[idealistic]

Yeah, umm... We had this weird thing going on where I came from that was like a, uhh... [ what did Sheena compare it to again...?

...OH YEAH. ]

--An hourglass! It was like an hourglass: one side prospered while the other declined.