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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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[rude... but Robin won't make a fuss about the lack of chocolate this time. he's a little preoccupied with a half-dozen other bothersome things. he glances up from his communicator, looks over the grumpy guy who's just walked in, and does not bother smiling.]

Yes sir. That'd be me.

[Bigby pauses, then closes his eyes and inhales a long, slow breath which he lets out as he opens his eyes.]

Where are you getting cigarettes? I only have... eleven left and Remy's down to his last two.

Hm?

[the obvious smelling surprises him a little--but it also reminds him of someone he used to know back home, and that sneaks up from behind all of his other thoughts and makes him smirk a little.]

Paid good money for them back on one of the more civilized moons we passed. I've got two unopened packs stashed, but I need 'em to last a while.

[which implies that if Bigby wants any, he's either going to have to be really nice, or really charming--neither of which seem to be his thing.]

Most anyone can pick up shitty smokes on a waystation, though. Should be coming up on one in a few days, I'll bet.

[Bigby doesn't want someone else's smokes. He wants his own. And yeah, he sure as hell isn't going to play at nice and charming to get access.]

Shitty does me fine. I've been smoking crap cigarettes for so long, I wouldn't know what to do with 'quality'.

[Crap smokes keep more scents at bay.]

Stations will do you just fine, then, assuming you've got money for them.

[he leans back. he's becoming very casual, settling into a persona for this guy.]

Got a name I can call you?

Fuck. And where do I get money?

[There's a momentary look, not panic, but that wariness of a wild creature faced with something entirely human.]

Bigby. Bigby Wolf.

[were Robin from Earth, he would have found that name pretty suspicious. he would have thought, "oh, that sounds an awful lot like..." and it would have gone on from there. but he's not from Earth, and while he has read a handful of fairy tales about wolves, none of them were quite of the "Big Bad" variety.

so it's. totally lost on him. doesn't even phase him for a second. he can't even comment on "Wolf" being a funny last name, because:]

Robin Redbreast. Good to meet you. I'll take it no one's talked to you about "ratings" yet?

[Wolf is a perfectly legit surname.]

Who killed Cock Robin?

[He only murmurs is under his breath, thinking of the small, lively robin that lives in Blue's office most of the time.]

No.

[...he tilts his head a little (rather birdlike), because he hears that muttering. he's got great hearing. but it doesn't make much sense to him, so he files the question away to ask later, probably when the other thinks he's forgotten about it.]

Well... All right, I'll give you the whole sitch. Want to have a seat or something?

[he gestures to the chair opposite him. Bigby is welcome to keep on brooding in the doorway, but...]

I could start some coffee...

[Bigby sits himself down slowly.]

Coffee'd be good.

Heh. You got it, big guy.

[Robin gets up from the table anyway, to start up some coffee in the Bloodsport's complimentary Floot Loop branded coffee maker. you work with what you've got, okay?]

So, there are two ways to get money around here. The first is this digital paycheck that shows up every once in a while, which I've always assumed is Atroma giving us a cute little allowance. Sometimes, extra money will show up, usually after something... Interesting happens. That's because we did something to boost out ratings--or so they say. I don't know who's judging, but they sure think it's entertaining when I've been drinking too much, for example.

[Bigby feels old and tired right now. He's never had to earn money before, he does his job and the Fabletown government make sure he doesn't starve or run out of smokes.]

Fuck. I don't know if I can do this. I'm not entertaining. I'm just a grumpy, old Sheriff.

Really. A sheriff, huh?

[he actually sounded really fascinated, for a moment there... even if he goes right back to his normal, casual tone after that.]

No, no. That's great. You can focus on the second way... Not as reliable, but there are usually folks hanging around whatever civilization we land in, and they almost always need something done. Deliveries, bodyguards, assisting the local law enforcement... [he gestures, vaguely...] Glaring at people who get too close to expensive things, you get the idea.

Yup.

[He even pops the 'p' on the end when he says it.]

Grunt work, in other words.

[Yes, he might sound a bit disgusted. With what he is and has been, it feels almost demeaning to be lowered to the status of menial grunt.]

Shit. Maybe I'll try quitting.

[and that makes him laugh. he thinks that's funny, real funny.]

Hah, well. If you can quit, come back an tell the rest of us how to do it.

Simple.

Don't have access to cigarettes for a week or two.

[That's like quitting.]

And what, I get the single most irritable man in the Fleet on my ship for half a month?

[he chuckles again. the coffee clicks off, and he digs around for a couple of mugs...]

If you're gonna be that bothered, I'll buy you the damn things myself.

I don't get nicotine withdrawals.

[A few times he went out of the city for a while and ditched the smokes cold turkey. It was easy enough then.]

Oh. [there's an odd little pause where his smile drops, but he busies in the space by filling up coffee for both of them.] I take it you aren't human, then?

That a common thing around here?

[No, he didn't answer, but this matters more.]

Very common. And, to be fair, a lot of the "humans" here have powers and magics of their own.

[but Robin presented the challenge of "are you human" or not, because if he was, he probably would have just said "yes". he puts one mug down in front of Bigby, and then goes back to sitting across the table with his own cup.]

Witches.

Fair enough.

Dealt with a lot of witches. Totenkinder's the head of the local coven. Coven suggests a lot more unity than actually exists there.

[he lifts a finger.] Mages. And a ninja. And I don't have a clue who... "Totenkinder" is.

No. I didn't think you would. Just making idle conversation.

I see. [he pauses again.] Well, let me put it to you this way. Most of the people here are fine with magic and non-humans, as long as you look human enough. Once you're monster-shaped, the open-mindedness disappears pretty fast.

[not that he is still extremely bitter about literally everything having to do with that. and then, like he never said that last part, he looks idly down at his coffee.]

I'm more into paranormal investigation, myself. Do you know what augment you got landed with?

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