Now with 20% more mechanical grunge!

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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.]

Comments

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby finds her on the bridge, having followed what was ultimately just a pleasant scent of satsuma, ink and old paper. He watches her for a moment, nose twitching.]

You look pissed off.

[mikangirl]

I don't think much of the Atroma's sense of humour. [She says it shortly and with distraction, still looking down at the screen before she spins away from it in a huff.

Oh. You're new. Ish.]

Welcome to our happy home. [Cheerful. But she's more genuine on the next part.] Did you find cigarettes in the end?

[bb_wolf]

Yeah. Got a gift basket with them. Still going to ration them as I can.

[And she smells nice. He can live without having to muffle anything right now.]

Anything I can help with?

[mikangirl]

Good plan. I guess at least one of us got something useful out of that thing. [She's serious. She had to watch Sanji go through cigarette withdrawal, it wasn't pretty for anyone.]

I don't know. I'm looking for forms the Atroma swear exist. Though I'm kinda taking that with a grain of salt, but just in case.

Ah-- I'm Nami, by the way. Pilot.

[bb_wolf]

Guess I bitched enough that they took pity.

[He saunters a little closer, curious.]

Bigby Wolf. Tactical. Whatever the fuck that means. What forms?

[mikangirl]

It means whatever you want it to, frankly. [She grins faintly. Who cares what the supposed powers that be decree. If he has extra knowledge now, he can use it the way he damn well pleases.]

Supposedly on here I can find forms to fill out to get my weapon back. Given I made it myself, it's not exactly replaceable.

[bb_wolf]

[He huffs slightly with amusement.]

Damn. That's gotta fucking bite. What sorta weapon?

[mikangirl]

It's a three piece staff packed full of chemical reactions, I guess. [...how does one even begin to describe the climatact. Hmm.] I know a lot about which reactions cause what kind of weather, and I turned it into a weapon.

{Basically.

...oh this looks like it-- no. This is a bland survey asking how we find the food on ship. 8| Tempted to fill it out anyway.]

[bb_wolf]

[He doesn't understand, in the slightest, but he understand it's impressive.]

That's pretty fucking amazing, there. I tend to default to the old head in face.

[mikangirl]

Head in face works for a lot of people. I prefer my face staying pretty and intact, so you know. A ten foot pole works wonders.

[He swears more than Sanji does. It's kind of amusing how endearing she finds it in his absence.]

[bb_wolf]

I'm a lot of things, but I have never been pretty.

[The idea is amusing, though.]

[mikangirl]

[She grins, returning to scanning through forms.] On the cigarette thing... I'm pretty sure you'll be able to pick them up at one of the places we stop. The last place we were had a nice stash of alcohol and playing cards.

I'll cross my fingers and hope for sooner rather than later.

[bb_wolf]

Well, I've already been told off for smoking where 'one oxygen leak could blow us all out of the sky'.

I could go a whiskey. My last bottle was stolen in the name of a good cause.

Actually... fucker. That's where my last full pack went, as well. Fucking Colin.

[mikangirl]

Who told you that? [Are we in danger of oxygen leaks

...what even is an oxygen leak in the context of space. It's not an issue she ever had to think about at home.]

[bb_wolf]

Cayde. The robot.

I'm not even sure how my cigarettes can blow up a ship.

[mikangirl]

Oh, he's on ship as well? [--and a robot. Well, then.] I foresee poker games in our future.

I'm not sure either. Honestly, if you're just careful I don't see that it makes much difference. We're travelling in a vacuum as it is; the ship has to have all kinds of built in safety precautions.

[bb_wolf]

He's already offered poker to me.

I know other ships have smokers. I know we have another smoker, Robin.

[mikangirl]

Not surprising. There's precious little else to do around here. Except look for forms which may or may not exist, apparently.

[She pinches the bridge of her nose.] If Robin also smokes, just follow his lead. He's the captain.

[bb_wolf]

Yeah. Starting to get that feeling.

[He reaches up to behind his ear where he knows the implant is.]

I'm not used to not having anything to do.

[mikangirl]

You and me both. [Sigh.]

What did you do before this?

[bb_wolf]

[Sigh back. He gets you.]

Sheriff. Mostly involved stopping people from killing each other over petty grievances.

[He sort of wants to say more, but he's still struggling with centuries of 'hide from the mundys, tell no one, pretend to be people'.]

[mikangirl]

No kidding? [She brightens.]

Gen-san's the sheriff of our village. Back home, I mean-- he's a friend of the family. It's a good job.

[bb_wolf]

[It is very rare that Bigby says something that cheers people up.]

Yeah. Just got done with, well, frankly a nasty fucking case. Two girls murdered, third committed suicide. Fucked up situation.

[mikangirl]

[...ouch.]

Sounds like you work in an ugly place.

[bb_wolf]

... well, it's New York City. Normally I just make sure people are doing shit like wearing clothes in public and not trying to start public duels.

[Clothes. Glamours. Safe thing, basically.]