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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]

[He gives a low grunt of acknowledgement and pulls out his pack of cigarettes, drawing one out with his mouth and offering the pack out to her.]

Yeah. New as well.

[hitbyakar]

[ Oh. Well. That's awfully kind of him. She pauses for a moment, before opting to take one, bringing out her lighter in exchange. ]

Lisa Lisa.

[ That's her, now it's your turn! ]

Sorry, I'm still looking for anything like a smiling icon for him...

[bb_wolf]

[She gets a bit of a smile in return. It's not much more than a quick of the corner of his mouth, but it's there.]

Bigby Wolf. They're pretty shitty smokes, sorry about that. Best you can get around here right now.

hehe it's all good!!

[hitbyakar]

[ After the past couple of weeks, any smoke is a good smoke, honestly. But she'll light his, and then her own. ]

I've been told these ships stop in different places on occasion. Are there not opportunities to stock up then?

[bb_wolf]

Thanks.

[He takes a deep drag and blows the smoke away from her. It's a conditioned thing.]

I've stocked up. But these waystations don't have anything like decent smokes. Apparently one guy, Crowley, will swap booze for better cigarettes.

[hitbyakar]

[ She exhales her own little cloud of smoke before she responds. ]

And I suppose how he acquired them is something of a trade secret.

[ Well, it stands to reason that without any kind of government or really any ruling party, there wouldn't exactly be rules or regulations on these things ... ]

[bb_wolf]

I suspect a beautiful woman would have more chance getting a straight answer than a grizzled grump.

[hitbyakar]

Hmm.

[ She takes another drag. That seems to be all she has to say about that -- though, she'll be looking for this Crowley guy in the near future to see what this guy is all about.

In the meantime, this guy in front of her seems to have an okay head on his shoulders so far, so: ]

Tell me about the others on this ship.

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby takes another drag while he thinks about it.]

Captain's a guy called Robin Redbreast. He smiles and seems normal, but there's something not right about him. Can't say what, but there's something else going on.

There's a robot called Cayde. He'll yell at you about smoking on the ship and making us blow up. He has a thing about playing poker.

Pilot's a girl called Nami. She seems like good people.

There's a couple of others, but I've not run into them. There's a male doctor down in the lab and another guy about the place, big and broad, only caught a glimpse.

[hitbyakar]

[ She considers all of this. ]

Does each ship have all of its positions filled in some way? A pilot, a captain, a doctor ... ?

[bb_wolf]

No idea. Like I say, I'm pretty new myself.

[hitbyakar]

Of course. My apologies.

[ She exhales, letting another cloud of smoke float away, before asking something else. ]

I've been told there were some strange events not too long ago on the other, larger ship. Were you present for those?

[bb_wolf]

No. Arrived a bit after. Few days before we were shuffled off to these ships. Heard a bit, people talking around the other ship.

[hitbyakar]

Yes ... I've heard talk, as well.

[ It kind of makes her uncomfortable that all of her personal thoughts could be on display that way. Good thing she missed it ... ]

I suppose we can count ourselves as fortunate, then.

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby's thankful as well. While no one here fears him... no one here knows what he's done either. It's a strangely liberating feeling.]

Yeah. Really fucking fortunate.

[hitbyakar]

[ She takes the cigarette away from her mouth with a hand, now, letting it burn idly ]

Is this type of technology -- [ She waves the hand holding the cigarette in a gesture towards a particularly futuristic part of the spaceship wall ] -- common where you are from?

[bb_wolf]

[He laughs. It's a short, sharp bark of a laugh.]

Fuck no. I can't drive a fucking car in my world. Humanity's made a couple of trips to the moon, but that's about it.

[hitbyakar]

[ Well. To the moon, huh ... ]

What year is it?

[bb_wolf]

... 1986.

[hitbyakar]

[ Whaaaat.

Well, that's .... pretty far in the future. She doesn't even know what to say to that, other than staring at him. ]

[bb_wolf]

... what year are you from?

[hitbyakar]

... 1938.

[ She brings her cigarette back to her lips. ]

[bb_wolf]

Shitty year.

[He pauses, then decides fuck it. It doesn't matter here.]

I remember it. The twenties were fantastic.

[hitbyakar]

[ She eyes him for a moment, because he doesn't look sixty, but then again ... she doesn't look fifty, either, so. ]

Not the best I've had so far, no.

[ The twenties kind of sucked for her, too, but she won't get into that. ]

Better than any decade after it, would you say?

[bb_wolf]

[He looks amazing for his age, thank you.]

Hm. Well, the sixties were lively. Civil rights became a thing, that was fun. It was good to get out there and fight for something again.