"You Tried": The Ship

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Bloodsport crew and any visitors aboard their fine vessel.
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Ship shenanigans!
When: While they're still on the Starlight.

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[time to check in on the Bloodsport... what antics has this well-behaved and perfectly well-adjusted crew been up to?]

Comments

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Yes, it's a bad sound.

[can't he hear it? it's just like the beat of the voice of the dead man under the ground. just like his still-beating heart. he has to find it and tear it out so it stops following him.

...he moves away from the door, back towards the engine. he needs his other hand, so he pulls it away from the wound. it's not as bad as it looks (which is further helped along by the fact that it's healing rapidly), but they're definitely scratches from human fingernails. all bruised and red, but not enough to get anywhere near his augment.

and now he's busy sticking his hands in the engine, opening hatches, sliding parts over, muttering something about a tumbler getting knocked loose...?]

[pneumo]

[ He's getting more and more bizarre by the moment. Probably the only reason he doesn't leave Robin to himself is the sight of that wound healing, the possibility of what it could mean; how it makes his teeth ache a little.

Sascha swallows to push down the feeling, hazarding a step into the room as he rubs the back of his own neck self-consciously. That looks...really uncomfortable. ]

Is it serious...? We're not gonna y'know, blow up or anything are we?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[it's probably very uncomfortable, but it'll be gone in a minute. the superficial details are easiest to patch up; he's barely even bleeding anymore. the blood on his hand is disappearing too, as though it's just evaporating into nothingness.

Robin, meanwhile, doesn't seem all that bothered (or even aware) that Sascha has gotten any further into the room... but he makes a funny face at hearing what he says, because he asked a funny question. blow up? no, no, it's probably just a...

just an unbalanced rotatory... cylinder... on a ship...

...right, they're on a ship... full of people...

but Sascha isn't one of those people, so Robin looks over at him in new confusion and asks again:] Who are you?

[pneumo]

Um. Still Sascha. [ Oh, gosh. This isn't going to be Glitch 2.0 is it? He's already asking for his name multiple times. Hopefully his memory doesn't reset too, and there's an actual brain inside his head instead of...well, whatever's not there inside of Glitch's. ]

Did you forget? I said it just a second ago.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

No, no. I know that. [he hasn't forgotten. it's other stuff that's confusing. he's starting to remember how reality works, a little bit, and scrubs at the side of his head. that thing is still clunking around in the engine, but it has less precedence.]

You're not on my crew. [he's never seen him before. it's, what... the middle of the night? early morning? what time is it?] What're you doing on this ship?

[pneumo]

[ Middle of the night, technically. But that's his mid-morning and hence totally normal for him to be up and about, although not necessarily creeping around on other peoples' ships. ]

...Visiting?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Visiting who?

[apparently, these simple answers are not quite enough for his paranoid early-morning brain.]

[pneumo]

[ I read early-morning bird ]

The wolf♥ [ Sascha is undeterred by these questions. He gets a lot of them. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oh.

[Robin deflates like a flan in a cupboard. his shoulders sink back down to a neutral position and he looks thoroughly disappointed.]

I guess.

[.......you guess what, Robin. after all that... he glances back over at the engine.]

You're pretty unhelpful.

[pneumo]

[ It's not the reaction he expected to that statement. Granted people usually aren't happy to see him but Robin actually looks disappointed there for a moment.

Before that other comment. ]

Sorry...hehe. I'm not good with machines, just talking. [ Personnel support ftw ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Great.

[which is said with more sarcasm than it deserves. now that he's remembering how to, you know, be awake... he feels pretty weird that now there's this guy in here who watched him totally freak out. and now that he's listening, that sound really isn't... all that loud in there...

he rubs the back of his now-healed neck, not wanting to apologize to a stranger, but not exactly wanting him to just think he's a huge weirdo, either. so he kinda. kicks a bolt across the floor with his boot, and starts over to look at engine things again.

well, okay. if he's good with talking, they can talk.] Why'd you only work in a butcher's shop for half a day?

[pneumo]

[ When someone as bizarre as Sascha thinks you're weird, you know you've hit a low point in your life. It's the sad truth Robin. ]

Because I started eating the meat in front of customers. [ So, you know. Two dings right there: eating the product, and then the raw meat thing in front of people. His first-ever job was not the resounding success he'd hoped. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[...well, with some more answers like that, Robin'll start to think he's not the weirdest one in the room anyway. he raises an eyebrow, glancing over.]

People aren't fond of that, I've noticed. [he reaches in, twists something in the machinery, and pulls his hand back out once it ka-clunks into place.] What are you?

[pneumo]

Latvian♥ [ No, not really. But it's his go-to whenever someone asks that directly, mostly because he...just really likes the word. He's never even been to Latvia. ]