Now with 20% more mechanical grunge!

[birdsbirdsbirds]

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 takes another long, slow drag of his cigarette and keeps looking Cayde in the face.

He says nothing.]

[lostthebet]

[Cayde has to chuckly dryly.] Wow. I can't tell if you really don't care or if you're just that ignorant.

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby shrugs and takes another drag.]

Depends. Do you think a guy like me has deep warm and fuzzies? Or an in depth knowledge of spaceships?

[lostthebet]

So it's a little bit of both, then.

I can't help the warm and fuzzies, but I can tell you this; all it takes is one oxygen leak and one tiny little spark and we all say 'goodnight'. And hey, coming back to life ain't a big deal for me but it's not really a pleasant experience, so if I could avoid it, that'd be great.

[bb_wolf]

[It wasn't a big deal to Bigby either. He was effectively immortal.

But he sighs and taps out the smouldering end of his cigarette and slides the unfinished length back into the pack.]

Happy?

[lostthebet]

[Heeeey! immortal buddy! Cayde's not 100% imortal (hence annoyance over exploding ships) but his world has a few ways around it.]

[But when Bigby stubs it out, Cayde smiles. He'll take it.] 'Ppreciate it, man. And hey, if you need anyone to explode yourself on, I can take a few hits. [He knows it won't be easy, but also ... eh, it'd be fun to have a sparring partner.]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby huffs slightly. It's a bad habit, but some things are beyond him to change.]

I only hit people because I'm serious about them needing their face punched.

[lostthebet]

[Normally Cayde wouldn't care, but given the circumstances ...]

Ah, I will keep that in mind. [Thinking things. Definitely thinking things.]

[bb_wolf]

I'm also not much of one for throwing punches.

[Chairs. Tables. Other people. But he rarely actually punches people.]

[lostthebet]

Yeah well, sometimes it can be relieving in a controlled environment.

[bb_wolf]

I'm now knocking others doing it. Just saying, never been much of one for it, myself.

[lostthebet]

Might be something to consider instead of your incendiary device. [Cayde waves an idle hand at Bigby's cigarette.]

[bb_wolf]

Look, I know you probably mean fucking well, but it's not the same. You're clearly not a Mundy, so I'll cut straight. These little bastards aren't for anger or anxiety or addiction or shit. It's to try and cut out the smells here. Of everything.

[lostthebet]

Ah ... [That was unexpected, but enlightening. He's not going to ask what Mundy is but he's pretty sure Bigby's assessment is spot on; whatever it is, he ain't.]

[But why would smells be an issue?]

You got like, a super-sensitive olfactory or something? [Hello hi this is Cayde being sensitive.]

[bb_wolf]

Yes.

[Bigby keeps staring at him, just daring him to make an issue of it.]

[lostthebet]

[If there's one thing sane people never do, it's dare a Hunter.]

Have you considered potpourri?

[bb_wolf]

Makes me sneeze.

These get deep enough to block out everyone and everything.

[lostthebet]

Well, there's got to be a solution that doesn't involve setting anything on fire.

[bb_wolf]

Let me know when you think of it.

[lostthebet]

Yeah, I'll keep you updated. [It's something to keep him occupied, at least. Might keep the Exo out of trouble for a hot second.]

[bb_wolf]

Sure thing.

[He nods and starts wandering off.]

[lostthebet]

[Before they part, Cayde points at him,]

Hey, poker?

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby pauses and raises an eyebrow.]

Is a card game. Or a metal stick good for hitting people with.

[lostthebet]

Yeah yeah, the first one. You play?

[bb_wolf]

Not often.

[He didn't get the appeal and the only person who regularly wanted to play was Jack. And frankly, fuck Jack.]