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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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oh, actually... I happen to also be an engineer myself.

[though he quickly waves his hand like it's no problem.]

But we usually have two anyway! The extra help never goes unappreciated. Can I ask who it is?

[hitbyakar]

[ Well. That works out, then. ]

Suzie. Perhaps you've spoken to her already.

[ It seemed like she was chatting up a lot of people over the communicators, anyways ... ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

...Oh! [LIGHTBULB!] The girl with the text faces!

[hitbyakar]

... Text faces?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Yeah! [oh, he's getting excited. smiling wide--] When you make little faces out of text characters over the communicator, you know. Text faces!

[and, on the edge of a laugh--] So yeah, we've talked. She's a darling, I'd be happy to have her aboard.