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

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

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.

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.]

Yes.

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

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

Have you considered potpourri?

Makes me sneeze.

These get deep enough to block out everyone and everything.

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

Let me know when you think of it.

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.]

Sure thing.

[He nods and starts wandering off.]

[Before they part, Cayde points at him,]

Hey, poker?

[Bigby pauses and raises an eyebrow.]

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

Yeah yeah, the first one. You play?

Not often.

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

Well, you'll get plenty of chances to change that here! [Cayde gets the appeal. Maybe a little too much ... at least he's not Jack?]

[Bigby stares a bit longer.]

I don't enjoy poker. I don't see the point of it.

Aw man, come on! [Cayde starts ticking the points off on his fingers,] It builds camaraderie, hones deductive reasoning and perception skills, wins you lots of money ... what's not to like?

[For a second, Bigby looks at Cayde with an expression that is completely inhuman. It's sort of blank and a lot like Cayde might be prey but then he starts digging through his pockets.]

People get fucked off and irritable about losing money and others cheating, my deductive skills are just fine and I don't have any money. I don't really need money.

Why you gotta be like that? [He gasps, crosses his arms, and leans back.] Did someone steal your lunch money when you were a kid?

Yes. I was the littlest kid in the playground and they used to push me over and take my lunch money, which is why I don't like poker.

[All said in a flat monotone.]

[Cayde gets his tone. Cayde also ignores his tone.]

Well it's time to buckle up and get that lunch money back! [He gives Bigby an encouraging slug on the shoulder.]

[Bigby is looking less impressed by the moment.

And then Cayde punches him in the arm.

Bigby looks up at him, his eyes brilliant yellow, backlit by some unholy light.]

You wanna think real hard before you do that again, pal.

[Cayde recoils in glee, his own eyes shining brightly for a moment. What, it's intriguing!]

You didn't tell me you had Awoken in you!

[He doesn't touch Bibgy again but damn is it a struggle Just one poke ... oh man it's tempting.]

[Bigby closes his eyes, takes a breath and focuses on being people, be human and when he looks up again, it's just the small, scruffy sheriff looking out of brown eyes.]

I don't even know what the fuck Awoken is. Don't hit me. We're not friends. You don't get that liberty.

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