SS Bloodsport : The Mingle Edition

[bb_wolf]

Who: Anyone!
Broadcast: NO!
Action: The Bloodsport
When: Now! Soon! Whenever!

[The pilot isn't living on the ship, the Captain is still a weirdo and civilians nearly outnumber other augments. Welcome to the Bloodsport mingle!]

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Bigby

[bb_wolf]

a[Bigby is hanging about the ship a bit more. He doesn't like the station much, so he goes to work and comes back pretty much immediately. He lounges in his room on his increasing pile of cushions, with whatever reading material he manages to scrounge up.

Sometimes, he's even in the kitchen, cooking meat. Rarely anything else. And cooking might be a generous term for it. Warming through might be more accurate.]

b[And sometimes, he's in his room being a wolf. Or, on odder occasion, he's in the cargo space, stretching his legs and investigating those crates and those gumballs.]

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[pneumo]

[ Bigby cooking is literally one of Sascha's favourite moments, simply because he doesn't do more than warm it up. Sure he may spend most of the time staring with giant eyes trying not to drool, but it's also quality time with his favourite wolf!

Delicious quality time. ]

That's a lot of meat... [ Don't drool don't drool don't drool ]

[bb_wolf]

[It is a lot of meat. He's taken to buying and warming extra, because that's what Alphas do he won't be outdone by Ramse Sascha's an idiot who needs looking after.

Bigby can be surprisingly domestic, setting the oven to a low, low temperature and cutting the meat to heat evenly.]

Yeah. I buy up while I can. Been stocking the freezer. Anyone touches it, I'm fucking eating them.

[pneumo]

Hands to myself. [ Sascha swears. He can learn! Look at him not trying to lick the oven or anything and staying on his side of the island in the kitchen. Even if he has crouched so that he's peering over the edge of it. ]

Did it cost a lot?

[bb_wolf]

I know you won't. Because you know it'll piss me off.

[He's more worried about some of his crew thinking it's up for grabs. Even though he has stuck a note on the freezer about it.

He gives a half shrug.]

Cheap compared to some stuff. More expensive than the shit I smoke.

[Which he isn't smoking in the kitchen. He has standards.]

[pneumo]

Oh right...the cigarettes. Isn't that supposed to be bad for people? [ Wolves?? ] Is it gonna make you sick?

[bb_wolf]

I'm an immortal fucking nightmare. I survived being cut open, filled with rocks and thrown in the river. I've been boiled alive, shot repeatedly with silver, hacked into with an axe, impaled on spears, swords, spikes and rocks.

[And that's just what the other Fables have tried at various times.]

I'm bigger, stronger and tougher now than I was then. I don't think the tobacco's a problem.

Dr. Tam is in the house

[pompous_today]

[Simon was getting bored and restless on this station, and being bored and restless meant he was going some careful investigating. This waystation had many people moving in and out from many different worlds... and yet, those he asked seemed to have no idea what he was talking about when he mentioned the Drift Fleet.

Curious.

Was he just talking to the wrong people, or had he stumbled onto something meaningful?

Either way, his crewmates might notice he wasn't around as much as usual, but he was still there for medical needs if need be.]

Sascha

[pneumo]

[ Well Bloodsport, this is it: Sascha has officially been transferred to your ship permanently which means? Time to explore.

Not like he hasn't been wandering around from time to time already, but this is the first real opportunity he's had to do a good amount of poking around, popping into this room or the next...or, you know. Yours.

You won't mind right?? ]

[everydayhero]

[this child does not usually belong here.

[robin is the only person here he really knows, but he's not here for socializing as much as he's here for inspiration. every ship looks different, and he hasn't been around to enough of them (why should be? the bishop looks the best). but, he's been thinking about offering some things to the fleet at large, and he needs to know how the individual ships look now to get inspiration on how to make his mods match the base.

[so sascha can find him walking the halls, inspecting the walls, every detail of the place. he has a notebook with him, and he's writing things down as he goes.]

[pneumo]

[ He is most certainly a person of interest, because a) he has not seen many children here besides the one, and b) Hiro smells amazing. Like healthy and well-fed amazing, not a cold or germ to be found. It's the sort of scent that draws Sascha like a moth to flame, and before he knows it he'll be following the new and unfamiliar aroma until he comes upon...a bitty. D'aww. ]

......Hi!

[everydayhero]

[hiro jumps a little at the noise. he didn't even notice you coming, dude. immediately, he's kind of kicking himself on that one; he's been trained by multiple people in the last year on how to make that second-nature.

[he turns and smiles, waving in greeting.]

Uhh, hey. Sorry, am I in the way?

that is the guiltiest effing face

[pneumo]

[ Oh man, smiles and waves?? Heck yes, Sascha's totally okay with this. He loves greetings with those, especially when he usually gets stares and suspicion from the adults around here. ]

Nah, you're fine. Do you live on this ship too?

you ain't seen nothin' yet

[everydayhero]

Oh, uh, no. I'm Hiro Hamada, I'm captain of the SS Bishop.

[handshake? friend?]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby is reading. It's not overly interesting, but it sure as hell beats doing nothing and he's hopeful that maybe they'll get moving some time soon.

He looks up at Sascha.]

Yes?

[pneumo]

[ it's not something Sascha sees him do often, so it catches his interest--right before he remembers why he was there in the first place. ]

I got switched~♥

[bb_wolf]

Switched?

[Bigby sets down the book in his lap. He doesn't dog ear pages, he actually slides a piece of paper in as a bookmark.]

[pneumo]

Yeah! [ Sascha will trot right over and crouch so that he can rest his elbows on his knees, chin on his hands. ] I live here now♥

[bb_wolf]

...

[...]

What do you mean, 'you live here now'?

After the 12th

[namisan]

[Excuse you I totally still live here I was just ... taking an extended leave or something that's all.

That is to say: once she finds Cas has been swept from the fleet, Nami returns back to the Bloodsport. She doesn't look relieved or annoyed or even sheepish. Just tired.

If y'all don't mind I'm gonna sit myself here in this kitchen and make myself the closest approximation to hot cocoa I can find.

And then pour whiskey into it. Because.]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby turns up shortly after, drawn by the change of scents.

And he then pulls out a frypan, setting it on the stovetop.]

It's not bacon and it's not chicken eggs, but it's not a bad substitute. Want some?

[namisan]

[She huffs a small laugh, the corner of her lip quirking up as she slouches against one hand.]

Sure thing. Want some whiskey?

[bb_wolf]

[He nods, getting the supplies from the kitchen. A lot of his money has been going on actual food. He can't take the gels, they make him want to be sick. Or just stop eating.]

Thanks. Fucking Colin stole my last bottle at home and getting it here has been a lower priority than food and smokes.

[namisan]

[She feels you there. Nami's taste runs to fruit, so she'll replace that before they leave station again; there won't be any left now. But she always keeps booze on board.]

Pass me another glass down, then, and I'll fill it for you. I assume you don't want the hot cocoa variety.

[She's not even sure if cocoa and whiskey will really go together at all. She doesn't much care.]

[bb_wolf]

[Booze doesn't go off.

He passes her a glass and starts cracking eggs.]

Haven't seen you around ship recently.