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Who: Robin-ish
Broadcast: Crew only (plus a private convo, plus any nosy Comms people...)
Action: Bloodsport crew can use this for action mingling if y'all want!
When: About a day after the last shuffle...

[how are you doing on this fine day, Bloodsport? at a reasonable hour, Robin picks up his communicator and opens a line to the whole ship... speaking in that friendly, charismatic tone of his.]

Good afternoon everyone, this is your captain speaking. It looks like we've taken on some new passengers, as well as a whole room that wasn't here yesterday, so... I'd like to officially welcome our new crew onto the Bloodsport. The line is open, so please, feel free to introduce yourself and get to know each other. We look forward to having you on board.

[and then, with only the slightest change towards a more somber tone--]

For those that knew her, I am also sorry to say that Rin is no longer on our ship roster. There's a small possibility that she's merely been transferred and has yet to return contact, but I don't want to keep anyone in the dark.

[there, that's over. he returns to something perfectly casual.]

I'm going to be off-ship for a day or so, while we're still planet-side. If anyone has any questions or concerns in the meantime, you're welcome to contact me privately and I'll return the message when I get the chance. My personal frequency is... [frequency number here!] After that, you are more than welcome to speak with me in person.

[a short laugh.] No one is allowed to break the ship until I get back, all right? That will be all, thank you.

[he ends the transmission, leans back in his chair... time for one more thing, before he leaves.]

[locked to Tekhetsio... unless you're a sneaky Communications person.]

[it's a text, but at least they're both on-world... it might not take a half-hour to go through.]

Hey, I feel like shit. I'm going to go drink. Come dancing with me?

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[ohoho... well. there's still a little bit of a delay before he answers, but it has nothing to do with the signal.]

What happened?

[it turns out that his will also have a delay... for other reasons.]

A friend of mine left. I'm upset.

You've made a friend this quickly?

They've been nearby since before the Court.

[...oh. well, that explains it. and changes a few things. there's a small pause while he thinks.]

Where are you?

Plotting a direct course to that bar with big ice fountain. Want to meet up there?

Let me just put my face on.

[ha ha he's so funny. it's also his way of saying that he's going to take his time, but he'll be there.]

Of course. The night is young.

[that's okay buddy he'll just get wasted without you.]

[good, that's exactly what he's hoping for. he wants Robin to have a headstart, get over a couple of bumps, before he gets there.

and once he's as dolled up as he can manage considering their circumstances, he makes his way down.]

[good, because it's time for a party! the bar itself is... well, it's hard to call anything around here "shitty" or "classy" because everything is kind of homologous and ice-themed. mostly it's just cold.

maybe that's why Robin is already all up on some guy, chatting at him while his drink wobbles precariously in the hand at the end of the arm wrapped around the guy's shoulders. yeah, he's just... giggling and whispering something in his ear for... body warmth.]

[oh for heaven's sake.

though, he can't really be mad. he did get exaclty what he wished for. so, he slinks on up beside the pair and leans in to leer.]

...Room for one more?

[oh, but he gets so happy when Tek is suddenly there, in his space, leering and paying him attention. he breaks into a grin almost as fast as he pushes the other man away, already forgetting his first intentions.

the man looks startled as Robin puts his arm over Tek's shoulders instead. he holds his drink out with the other one--doesn't want to spill on his date, or anything.]

Hi, you made it! That's wonderful.

[Tek has been out with him enough to know that this is his play-drunk. he's probably more sober than he's acting. he has not quite fallen into stumbling drunk, he's just had enough to not care about how flamboyant he is or where he puts stresses on words.]

[and this is why he keeps him around. he loves being reminded of it, and he mutually revels in the attention.

Robin is also exactly the sort of drunk he'd been hoping for. it's cute. he has timed his arrival perfectly.]

In a good mood already? I hope I haven't missed the party.

I talked to a guy! Not that guy-- [who is flat-out appalled at this point, grabbing his drink and walking away in a huff.] But I kinda sorted some stuff out. Still pissed though, I mean...

[wait, wait, waving his hand. frowning now.] I don't wanna get into it but it's just fucking frustrating, you know?

I can only imagine. [--though his voice doesn't reflect as much sympathy as the words might have carried otherwise. and his eyes are narrowed just enough to be noticeable.]

And talked to him how? About what?

[not that he's ever concerned about Robin's gushing or anything.]

About who? Huh? Oh, no, just talked about our feelings. [his previous squinting, frowning look slides back into a smirk.] We passed a rain-stick around, it was harmonious. Would you like a drink?

I don't want to know what a rain-stick is.

[but Robin seems... okay... after whatever it was, so he lightens up again.]

And, I don't know. Is there anything I'd like?

[in other words, order for him because he's lazy and can't get drunk anyway.]

[he laughs--giggles, really--and slides off to wander towards the bar.]

I'll get you something!

Don't take too long.

[and so he waves him off, and goes to find a nice place to sit. he'll bully someone out of their seat if he has to.]

[oooh, he feels all light and bendy. one of his best friends is gone and she left what feels like a big, gaping hole in his chest and his head and his heart but so what. if he drinks enough he'll stop thinking about it! easy.

so he saunters back to the table, carefully puts down two delicious drinks, and drapes his way into a chair.]

Did you do anything different with your face today...? It looks nice...

Maybe it's the cold. It brings out my eyes.

[and he'll just go ahead and smirk at his own joke because he's so funny.

and making sure that Robin has things to laugh at doesn't seem like the worst idea in the world right now.]

[he giggles! what a silly thing to say...]

They're pretty...

[leaning casually forward on the table, bringing his drink up to his lips... but absolutely looking at Tek.]

[ugh, yes. stare at him more. it's so nice.]

I had to use charcoal. [he admits, pointing out the smokiest bit of his own eyes.]

Times are tough.

[he almost gasps in a breath of his drink (he forgot it was still by his mouth) before setting it back on the counter, reaching instead to touch Tek's neck and slide his fingers along his hairline.]

You poor thing. I'll buy you some makeup as soon as we find a place that's selling it.

[he's... might be getting into his drunk drunk phase.]

[oh, whatever is powering Robin's silly little promise--adoration, alcohol, or anything else--Tek sinks into it and seems just so grateful. he appreciates being soothed and babied and lavished with attention.

this really is why he adores Robin. he leans against that doting hand and smiles at him, and it's there in his face. he lets it show. returning as much attention as he's receiving.

while his mind runs through a little twist. a crook in the road without warning.]

What would you do if I left you?

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