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.]

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[bb_wolf]

[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.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

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.

[bb_wolf]

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.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[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.

[bb_wolf]

Simple.

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

[That's like quitting.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

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.

[bb_wolf]

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.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

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?

[bb_wolf]

That a common thing around here?

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

[birdsbirdsbirds]

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.]

[bb_wolf]

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.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

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

[bb_wolf]

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

[birdsbirdsbirds]

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?

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby looks at his very human hands, strong, broad, with little, useless nails.]

Hm?

Oh, um... tactical? I have no fucking idea what that means in this regard.