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

[mikangirl]

Yeah. I can also find things to do, I guess. I'm a cartographer-- it's going to be fun working out how to map stars and not landmasses, but it's something to do.

[bb_wolf]

And no doubt you have a lot of high tech scanning stuff to do some of your mapping with.

And you'll need to map in, what's it, three dimensional space? Since, space.

[mikangirl]

[...]

You know, I haven't even thought of the idea of high tech scans. I'm too stuck on how we do it at home.

[bb_wolf]

See, I'm even more than a pretty face.

[He's not a pretty face and he knows it.]

[mikangirl]

And therefore invaluable. [Grin.] I guess I've got some homework to do, then. That sounds more fun than trying to find possibly nonexistent forms.

[bb_wolf]

You do that. Show me how to use this computer thing and I'll try and find your form for you.

[Not like he's doing anything else.]

[mikangirl]

You sure? [But she's already standing, because far be it for Nami to look a gift horse in the mouth.]

You might have better luck anyway, given I suspect you come from a place with more technology than I do. Come take a seat.

[bb_wolf]

Yeah, go on. I don't know how to use a computer, mind. Just what this thing in my head tells me. I can't even drive.

[Something about his brain refuses to understand it. It might be because his brain is fundamentally different.

It might just be because he's stubborn and refuses to learn.]

Okay. You want some kind of weapon requisition form, right? To get your custom made weather spear back.

[mikangirl]

Well, I can't drive either, so we're even. [Heh.]

Yeah. Here-- I found the search function and a directory of differnet papers in general. Most of them are really inconsequential and none of them are well named. They're all numbers. [She'll point out what she's looking at as she talks.]

So I've just been going through them a few at a time until something comes up on screen that looks even vaguely like a weapon or property request.

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby takes the seat and nods.

Being a Sheriff involves a lot of boring fucking leg work. He can do this.]

I'll go through them. See if I can find it.

[mikangirl]

Great! I owe you a drink, I really appreciate it.

[Less headaches all round, she just doesn't have the patience.]

[bb_wolf]

I will hold you to that.

[But then he focuses on what he's doing. It's not as boring or frustrating as dealing with Crane or Bluebeard.]