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[namisan]

Who: Crew and Visitors of the SS Bloodsport!
Broadcast: Bloodsport
Action: Bloodsport
When:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk man latter part of May?

[We've changed captains and we're way overdue for a mingle anyway.  HAVE AT.]

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[namisan]

[Nami doesn't realise Robin's gone until she gets back late from tending bar, a long shift dealing with tiny night-terrored children and drunken ship captains. She works it out specifically by having the Atroma notice coming up designating that she's now the Captain.

Welp. There's a perfect ending to a long-ass day. She'll go... sleep on it. In her normal bunk. The whole captain's quarters thing can wait until tomorrow. Which is when, politely, she'll inform the rest of the Bloodsport.]

[Video]

Robin's gone, if you haven't noticed already. [Wearily. She didn't know him well, but she still liked him. Out of the rest of them, maybe only Simon really knew him, so. She'll drop in and see him when she's done.]

The Atroma in their infinite wisdom have promoted me to Captain, which is something I hope they come to regret. If any of you have an issue with this, speak now or forever... etcetera. You know the drill. Otherwise I guess we'll see how this goes.

[I am obviously great Captain material, hi.]

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[Apart from her broadcast, Nami will indeed to go check on Simon and try and ... familiarise herself with what a captain even does in this stupid place. Lord knows it's not anything worthwhile. You can find her on the bridge or investigating the captain's rooms.

Huh. Well, at least she has a decent bed.]

The doctor is in, OTA

[pompous_today]

[Anyone looking for Simon would find him in the medlab, cataloguing the various plants and so on he'd been collecting in his time in the Fleet, according to things like smell, taste, texture, and what he presumed their effects might be if he didn't already know.

After he found out that Robin was gone, he could be found staring out a window every now and then, looking lost. Robin was one of the few people here that he felt close to, and he'd been a constant ever since Simon had arrived. Now, without that much, he was feeling even more isolated and lonely than ever before.]

How much longer am I going to be stuck here now?

[Or, if you'd like to run into him anywhere else, name a time and place.]

OTA | Bloodsport

[pneumo]

[ For once? Sascha is not up and about, invading bedrooms or getting kicked in the face even though it is early evening, the time of day he usually wakes up and rolls out of Bigby's room to start the night. Heck, he isn't even there; didn't return there when mornign started and didn't spend the day dozing away either.

No, Sascha's doing what he very rarely does: spend time alone. He's holed himself up in the office provided thanks to his personnel support augment, albeit not because he wants to. He's turned off all the lights and closed the door, even gone so far as to shut his communicator off. His UV sunglasses have been discarded on top of the desk while Sascha himself lies across the sole couch in the room, breathing slowly as he holds an arm across his head.

Why?

Because that's what you do when you have migraines inflicted by exposing yourself to artificial light. Normally he can stomach the painful throbbing and shrug it off in favour of meeting people and saying hi, soaking up the oh-so-coveted attention. But it's all hitting him hard now, eyes and head positively pounding as if they're being crushed in some sort of compactor. There's sharp, shooting pain all the way to the base of his skull.

It's rather unbearable, but that's the price he pays for deciding to walk about with lights on or during the day, or using his communicator: with his eyes permanently dilated as they are, any sort of light hurts.

So now he's just doing his best to wait out the worst of it, breathing slowly and deliberately and for once not harassing anyone else.


Which clearly means you should do that to him instead. ]