ss bloodsport mingle

[ownassets]

Who: ss bloodsport + visitors
Broadcast:
Action: ss bloodsport
When:

( mingle, mingle, mingle? )

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[ownassets]

( She's been on the ship for a week now, although she hasn't actually spent that much time on it - she keeps going to other ships to visit people. She's spent a good amount of time looking around though, and trying to not seem so confused at the whole thing. Space is weird, and even though weird things are slightly part of her life now it's not what she's used to.

Her augment has helped, though. Being in communications Moira at least is familiar with the network and contacting people. It's why, when she's been on the ship, she's spent more time in other areas to try and figure them out. She's easy to find - and easy to realise that she's new with her curious looks and poking about. Hopefully she won't be touching the wrong thing )

[pompous_today]

[And if Moira poked her head into the medbay, she'd find a certain doctor snoozing in his chair. Having Sascha crawl into one's bed was exhausting, okay. But he'd wake up, if she wanted to talk.]

[ownassets]

( She is poking about, but seeing the man asleep Moira tries to poke about as quietly as possible - and doesn't stay there for long. Though it's possible on her way back towards the entrance she knocks something over that may cause a loud and sudden rattle )

[pompous_today]

[And that got Simon to wake up- he did start a bit, but he soon blinked and turned his attention on the woman with a friendly smile.]

Pardon me, I didn't mean to fall asleep on the job. May I help you?

[ownassets]

I'm sorry.

( She looks a little sheepish about having woken him up )

I was getting my bearings on the ship.

[pompous_today]

It is no trouble- I should not be sleeping on the job, anyway. [Simon stretched before making sure he looked presentable before stepping forward.] I'm Simon- I'm the doctor here on the Bloodsport.

[namisan]

[Nami's aware Moira has been added to the crew-- she keeps track of the shuffle like clockwork. With so many bar shifts of late and Moira continually coming and going herself, it's kind of like ships passing in the night.

Today she's not working, so she's fully intent on just kind of sprawling on the bridge and digging through star charts, a range of scrawled on paper in front of her. It's a hobby. She's weird.]

[ownassets]

( The star charts look useful, especially considering that Moira has no idea where they are. Moira regards them for a few seconds before approaching Nami )

Are they of this area?

[namisan]

[She glances up, and then smiles when she sees who it is. Finally.]

This one is. [She waves one sheet in the air briefly before putting it down.] The others are printouts of other places the Fleet has been. I'm learning how they're created.

You're Moira, right? We keep missing each other. I'm Nami.

[ownassets]

( There's a nod from Moira, and a small smile )

At least we've met now.

( And she's looking at the sheet being wafted around )

You're learning how the maps or how the places are created?

[namisan]

The maps. [She starts tidying the desk.] It's probably not all that useful to anyone else, but I'm a cartographer back home. It drove me nuts having charts that I suddenly couldn't understand. I'm learning how to create my own.

[She's a geek, and it's a way to pass the time.]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby is only on the ship occasionally. He more or less lives on the Iskaulit when he can get away with it and given that his augment lacks any real utility in the day to day running of the ship, he can go days without being on board.

He's come on board to get a shower. He comes through tugging off his tie and stops, sniffing the air and turning to be watching as Moira rounds the corner.]
You're new.

[ownassets]

( There's a nod at his question, and Moira stops walking )

It's been a week or two? But I haven't spent much time here.

[bb_wolf]

Yeah. Me either.

[He offers a hand to her.]

Bigby Wolf.

[ownassets]

( And she shakes it )

Moira MacTaggert. I'm on communications.

Sascha | OTA

[pneumo]

A - Bump In the Night

[ Which is to say, literally it's night time and Sascha's bumping into stuff because someone forgot to put on his shades before he "got up" for the evening, and he can't remember where he placed them. He can't open his eyes fully without the light of the ship (ambient, artificial or not) blinding him and burning his retinas, so he's forced to both squint heavily and feel his way along via the walls, sniffing at the air to try and get a better sense of where he's headed.

...Unfortunately neither of those things really help him when it comes to dodging objects or avoiding doorways and doors themselves, so more than once he's going to trip or stumble or reach for a piece of wall that isn't there...and fall flat on his face. Life is hard :c ]

--Owww....

B - A SPORTS-TRAINING MONTAGE

[ When he isn't being a failure at life, Sascha has decided to take some advice he received to heart and begin: super hero training.

Only, he doesn't actually have any idea how to train, where to do it, and just what he ought to be doing in order to accomplish it. Winn said he could have untapped potential, maybe even train himself to be faster and stronger and...well, let's face it. He's never worked a day towards being physically fit or capable in his life. The only thing he's ever wanted to do is fit in and not stand out, which means he's never really tried to use his strength, speed, or stamina for anything outside of what could pass for normal.

Although he did lift those giant speakers for Kirito that one time. Maybe that's a good way to start...?

So when he thinks he can get away with it, Sascha will sneak his way off to the cargo hold of the ship and begin poking around. There's not anything in the way of training equipment, not like on the Iskaulit--but then, he doesn't really want anyone to see him doing this anyway. "This" being lifting various boxes and cases within the hold no matter how big or small, heavy or light. You might even catch him carrying something rather heavy-looking!

He's not exceptionally strong compared to a human, but where he does differ from them? Is that he can keep doing it. And doing it. And doing it because his stamina? Is waaaaaaaaay better. ]

Closed to Bigby

[pneumo]

[ Less along the lines of either of the above though, is the downtime Sascha spends with one person in specific:

Bigby.

It's not an unusual thing for him to whittle away the nights he doesn't venture out with the Fable since they share a room together most days (being nocturnal and all). It's habit and routine by this point for him to wake up when the wolf rolls over and squishes him, or shoves him with a pay, or drops his muzzle on him...you know. Standard stuff. He never complains and he's always happy for the reminder that there's at least one animal in the universe that doesn't hate and fear him immediately.

...And who lets him play with their paw as he lies on his side, eyes bright as he wiggles two of the wolf's oversized toes back and forth slowly. Because they're so darn fluffy and soft no matter how tough the pads of his paws are and Sascha loves them. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby is, in this regard and this moment, incredibly indulgent.

Generally speaking, Bigby doesn't let people touch his feet. He also doesn't sleep well with other people around, but Sascha has managed to slide under his defences on that one as well.

He wakes up because his toes are being played with and shifts enough to shove his wet, cold nose against Sascha's head and neck, double checking it is who it should be.]

[pneumo]

[ And it is exactly that, and just in case there's any doubt Sascha lets out a quiet but sudden laugh as Bigby's wet nose bumps into him, shrugging his shoulders up and grinning widely. One hand leaves his oversized paw to reach up and half-hug the wolf's muzzle, rubbing the top of it gently. Just in case he isn't ready to quite wake up yet. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby makes a low sound that says he's not really awake yet and half shoves his nose under Sascha, lifting him off his feet before his head tucks back in and his paw drapes over the top of his snout.

Yeah. Not awake.]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby is on the ship to shower and sometimes to sleep during the day. He's adopted a fairly nocturnal life style, which is actually far more natural for him than the enforced daytime living he's had to have in Fabletown.

He also cooks. Almost exclusively meat like things, but he can be found in the kitchen on occasion.]

[pneumo]

[ It's the cooking part Sascha loves most, watching and staring from the kitchen's island with both hands pressed to its counter top. Probably because Bigby cooks actual meat and not just protein...jelly,or whatever it is. It may not be fresh, but it smells almost as good compared to anything on the ship.

Which is why Sascha follows him around every time he goes to cook. ]

Is it almost done...?

[bb_wolf]

[The meat supplies are low. He bought up as best he could, but there were limited options on the toxic moon hellhole and after so long, pickings are slim.

He's giving Sascha a lot of bones still, since he seems to get satisfaction crunching through them. Ribs, some thigh bones, today it's the shoulder joint which he's deftly deboning with a razor sharp claw.]

Need heating, then you can eat it. Here.

[He tosses him the shoulder bones.]

Eat that while you wait. And don't talk with your mouth full.

[pneumo]

Yes sir!♥ [ Sascha salutes as his eyes round to excited saucers at his treat, catching it quickly with both hands and not missing a single beat.

Bigby's pounded it into his head so many times that even without a plate, fork, or knife, Sascha sits to eat and immediately begins chewing and gnawing on an edge of it. And of course giving it a few licks ehere and there despite the fact that there are no sharp spines on it to help him tear through it. ]

[bb_wolf]

[With bones, plate and utensils are pointless. Nothing but a firm grip and strong jaw are going to do anything.

Bigby butterflies out the meat to heat it evenly and quickly.]

Crane used to rap my knuckles when I used my knife and fork wrong. Pencil necked bastard, used to love using the ruler over my knuckles.