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birdsbirdsbirds) wrote in
driftfleet2015-11-25 08:55 am
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Now with 20% more mechanical grunge!
Who: Bloodsport Crew, ASSEMBLE.
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Action: The ship (or on a station I'm not picky)
When: After all that Marsiva nonsense
[GOOD MORNING, EVERYONE. instead of waking up in the cold, super-sterilized rooms of the Marsiva, you come to back in your very own room on the Bloodsport! some of you have never met each other, and a few of you have never even stepped foot on the ship before... but it's never too late to explore and greet your neighbors!
and in case anyone was wondering, yes, there are still a dozen fishbowls scattered around the ship. the glowing fish inside them seem perfectly fine. you may all rest easy, or wonder why the hell there are so many fish on this ship in the first place.]
Broadcast: Maybe??
Action: The ship (or on a station I'm not picky)
When: After all that Marsiva nonsense
[GOOD MORNING, EVERYONE. instead of waking up in the cold, super-sterilized rooms of the Marsiva, you come to back in your very own room on the Bloodsport! some of you have never met each other, and a few of you have never even stepped foot on the ship before... but it's never too late to explore and greet your neighbors!
and in case anyone was wondering, yes, there are still a dozen fishbowls scattered around the ship. the glowing fish inside them seem perfectly fine. you may all rest easy, or wonder why the hell there are so many fish on this ship in the first place.]

ROLL CALL - totes open
All right, well. This is your captain speaking. Welcome back, if that means anything to you. Initial analysis says that the ship is running normally again, and I can't find anything else immediately urgent to worry about--so I'd like to check in with you all individually, at your earliest convenience.
I will be in the kitchen, eating this entire bag of chocolates. Bring yours if you don't want them.
[and, true to his word, Robin can be found sitting at the kitchen table and eating his entire bag of chocolate candies from the gift basket. he's simultaneously messing around with his personal communicator, picking at those new files that have been uploaded onto the network. he seems pretty absorbed, but he did just ask everyone to come say hello.]
boops . . .
[She happens to pop by for a visit right when the announcement starts oozing out of the speakers, and it makes her think: given that this is the first time they are really interacting in person (not on the network or in their respective brainspace), maybe . . . a gift is in order.]
[So she hops back in the shuttle, fetches her bag of chocolates from her ship, and returns to the Bloodsport slightly out of breath, jogging to the kitchen to dump the little bag in front of Robin and hop up to sit on the edge of the table.]
Hi.
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... Hi. Is this seriously the first thing you're doing this morning, or are you secretly a member of my crew?
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Howdy there, Cap'! Cayde-6, reporting for duty. [He sets his basket on the table and scootches it towards Robin.]
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Oy. [he points at him!] Royal robot assassin guy!
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Robin was probably aware of this, as well, but he'd said he wanted to check in, so there Simon was.]
... well, you did say you'd be eating the whole bag.
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I wouldn't kid about chocolate. S'not even a protein base...
[a-ah, give him a second to swallow his food. he sets his communicator down flat, but doesn't get up out of his chair.]
So? How's it going, doc?
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Stuff.
So he decided to go for a stroll, which is another way of saying he got lost in the unfamiliar confines of a ship he doesn't know, dressed in the standard issue overalls with the top half peeled down and straps tied around his waist like a makeshift belt, leaving a t-shirt, his straw hat, and a loop of heavy carved stone beads in shades of deep purple and dark red.
What brings him at last to the kitchen is the voice on the intercom, a pouch of seeds occupying a pocket and his hand raised in greeting, his smile huge and eyes squeezed shut for as long as it lasts. ]
Yo! [ He veritably chirps. ] You the guy I heard earlier? Is this yours? [ He's heard enough about the ships to come to the conclusion that this is where he is, now. If Luffy sounds a little apologetic, it's because he's woken up on board someone's ship without really asking permission, and he doesn't want to give the impression he's invading.
Pirate habits. ]
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[he looks up from his communicator, eyebrows raising a little as he takes in the appearance of this friendly-seeming stranger. it's not so much that they're weird-looking (the straw hat is an odd choice, but Robin himself is wearing well-fitted leather gloves with what's otherwise a boring t-shirt and pants, so he can't really talk), it's the polite enthusiasm that takes him by surprise.
because he, personally, feels miserable. he's had his head wandered through, his ship altered, and half his crew has been sent home. he only sent that message over the comms as tactical damage control, not because he wanted to talk to anyone.
so he's... ready to plot and strategize and puzzle through his situation, not be happy. his smile comes off a little skeptical, even though he puts down his communicator and directs all his attention properly on the newcomer.]
Well, in as much as any of these ships can belong to someone, yeah. [he at least manages a little wave in return.] Robin Redbreast, at your service.
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Captain, huh?
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[Yeah, this is pretty much how she announces herself when she sails into the kitchen. Or stomps in, because the Atroma's special gift has kind of pissed her right off. Well, whatever. She holds up another little package instead.]
You can have my dried fruit, though, if you want it. I prefer mine fresh.
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Captain.
[This may not be a military establishment, and he may be no great stickler for protocol, but it's just good manners.]
Moment of your time?
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pretend this was on time
hot damn this was so on time
too hot, obv.
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Hello- are you one of my new crewmates?
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He smells strange.]
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But there were also new crewmates to meet, and he needed to get resettled, so people could find Simon anywhere around the ship, carrying his gift basket in one hand the whole time like he's half forgotten it's there, before finally settling in the infirmary.
The doctor was in.]
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Plus also, the bubble wand is just insulting.
Either that, or she'll be on the bridge, poking through the computers and looking for certain forms that supposedly exist in here somewhere.]
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You look pissed off.
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God, space is fucking weird. ]
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he checks the ship roster all the time, and is actually looking down at his communicator when he turns the corner... he barely has time to think, "I should find this new person..." before he looks up and... sees... a complete stranger on his ship.]
Oh. [he stops, blinks.] That was easy.
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I'm trying to decide if they're edible. They can't be worse than the jellified crap they give us.
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Sorry, I'm still looking for anything like a smiling icon for him...
hehe it's all good!!
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Natasha, intruder alert, etc.
[Package in hand, she makes her slow way towards the front of the ship until she meets someone, not making any secret about checking the ship out. Who wouldn't be curious, honestly?]
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and the fish. ...well, maybe someone just really liked the glowing fish.
Robin comes walking from the other direction, intending to head towards the engine room. he doesn't actually look surprised to see someone until he looks at her face, which catches him off-guard enough that he stops in his tracks.]
Oh... [where does he know her from?]
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