"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]

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. ]