ss bloodsport mingle

[ownassets]

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

( mingle, mingle, mingle? )

Comments

[bb_wolf]

There's been threats but there's nothing this stupid implant tells me that's useful. There's an actual security position for that.

[ownassets]

Maybe you'll know it when it happens. Other than contacting a friend I haven't had anything to communicate.

[bb_wolf]

[He grunts.]

I presume it tells me how to use the basic technology here. Like the doors. And showers. And communicators.

[ownassets]

Then you weren't from somewhere like here either. Most people don't seem to be.

[bb_wolf]

Earth, New York City, nineteen eighty two.

And I've never been good with technology.

[ownassets]

Nineteen sixty two. I'd ask if twenty years makes much difference but we've both had to get used to this.

[bb_wolf]

I'm not good with technology. My brain isn't made that way. Can't drive, don't have a tv, don't get these... video player things. Radio's about as advanced as I cope with.

[He's completely unashamed about his lack of tech savvy. Which a lot of guys wouldn't be, but he has nothing to prove.

He slides out a packet of cigarettes and offers her one.]

Warning, I smoke shit fucking cigarettes.