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Now with 20% more mechanical grunge!

Who: Bloodsport Crew, ASSEMBLE.
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.]

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[He looks a little taken aback by Robin's enthusiasm, but no displeased by it. His facial plates shift into a big, glowy-Exo smile as he shakes Robin's hand.]

Bluebird? I like it. Like the one sitting on your shoulder, right?

[Robin... has to work a little to contain his delight over the shifting smiley robot face. he keeps the handshake manly and respectable despite his enthusiasm.]

Not quite. You're a lot taller. Anyway-- [he gestures to the basket.] You're not even going to try the mysterious basket food?

Well, yeah, taller and lacking feathers.

[He looks at the basket and shrugs.] I don't really think it's going to agree with my core.

[he is more than happy to move away from the bird thing and talk about the robot thing, so he pursues that second bit, leaning forward.]

Yeah, let's talk about that... You'll have to forgive my oncoming ignorance, there aren't very many, ah, apparently-mechanical people where I'm from.

Hehe, yeah. We're not exactly a majority where I come from, but there's enough of us. We all started out human at one point, and died, and were thought worthy enough to not let stay dead. Or something. It was a long time ago and no one's really sure how it started. Which can be annoying; when you've outlived your user manual.

Huh.

[he narrows his eyes, thinking... but what else do you say to that?]

Where I'm from, there are heaps of old technology that no one really knows how to use anymore... but none of them are people...

[or brought back from the dead, which is a whole other can of worms. does he even want to dive into that?]

So is there anything I should worry about? Core malfunctions? Battery life? [...] Rust?

[He shrugs.] Beats me. Ghosts knew more about us than we did ourselves, and mine didn't make it in with me. Figure we'll cross that bridge when we get there.

I guess... Good thing I double as your mechanic, huh?

[he ends that with a little chuckle, finally sitting back down and leaning back in his chair. he crosses his arms in an almost business-like manner.]

Speaking of which, got any idea what your job is around here? Whatever your augment gave you?

Heh, yeah; I like that.

[Leaning back and using a ledge to set his hands on, going all casual-like in contrast.] Personnel, whatever the hell that means. Guess I just make sure everyone gets along with everyone else? Teach people how to use the toaster? I mean, seriously speaking; I'm going to use it for mandatory poker nights.

[He's ... only half joking. Probably.]

[oh no, that gets him to liven up a little, smiling wider--]

That's one of those card games from Earth, right? The gambling one?

[Oh someone he can teach his ways to! Cayde perks up as well, :D]

Yeah, that one! It's a pretty popular game and it's been that way for like, millenia.

[nodding!] I walked folks play it on this casino station we landed on. Looks kind of like this game called ryefar, we got back home--but it's missing a suit.

Hey, if you teach me the rules, I will totally help enforce mandatory poker night.

Oh man, a five-suit poker? [Sounds like Cayde's kind of a challenge.]

I will totally teach you Poker. Man, we're gunna make this ship a hot-spot of activity!

[he laughs. this is turning out to be a pretty nice arrangement...]

As long as it's out in the cargo bay or something, because this little kitchen isn't going to hold a "hot spot" of activity.

Edited (wow I did not mean to use that scary icon) 2015-12-15 00:06 (UTC)

[That's okay, Cayde's a Big Robot; he can handle it!]

Yeah, totally. Wouldn't take too much to make it a lively space; some crates for sitting, couple kegs for the fleshy people, maybe some nice, ambient music ... it'll be a hit.

Fleshy people...

[you are a delight, robot-man. he nods, pointedly.]

Sounds like a useful undertaking. Permission granted, officer.

Fleshy people ... you know, like Not Me.

[He gives Robin an Exo Salute, which there are no decent simple videos of and I am too tired right now to record one myself. It's like a normal salute, but there's a quick grab into a fist at the end.]

Roger that, Captain! I'll get right on it!

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