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[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]

[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.

[hitbyakar]

[ They can be buddies in looking very good for their ages!

She hesitates, because it's kind of weird to essentially ask someone to spoil the future for you, but ... ]

And the Nazis?

[bb_wolf]

Gone.

[He liked world war two for the clear cut good and bad in that regard. No one could complain about him killing Nazis.]

There'll be trials. It'll be fucking horrible to get there, but the Allies will beat them.

[hitbyakar]

[ Well, that's good to know. As much of a help as some of them had been in getting rid of vampires, they were also still completely batshit. ]

Hmm.

[ She sounds satisfied, anyways -- and she'll just take another drag of cigarette ]

[bb_wolf]

[He lets the silence sit for a while, slowly puffing away on his own cigarette.]

Where you from?

[hitbyakar]

[ She exhales slowly, before answering the question. As though the British accent wasn't a dead giveaway, but ... ]

Britain. Venice, more recently.

[bb_wolf]

[An accent doesn't say where you identify as from. He doesn't sound at all like a New Yorker.]

Hm. Mussolini. Prick.

[hitbyakar]

[ She's not much of a fan, either, and she isn't exactly there by choice. Skipping town when you sort of murdered a dude in the military means you don't get to pick where you hide out sometimes.

But ... ]

Mm. We have bigger problems than him, at the moment.

[ She flicks some ashes to the ground. ]

[bb_wolf]

Yeah, I know. Mussolini's a prick.

[He stubs out his cigarette on the wall and shoves the butt into an empty pack.]