driftfleet | SS Bloodsport : The Mingle Edition

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SS Bloodsport : The Mingle Edition

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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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.]

[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.]

Edited 2016-03-12 20:28 (UTC)

[ 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?? ]

[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.]

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