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[Last month was spent in a nasty pile of overwork followed by deathly glitch illness followed by screw everything I'm relaxing-- so Nami hasn't been back on board in weeks. It's only when they're due to leave the system that she returns, though she brings a small pile of acorns with her and a couple of the local maps and a whole bunch of new clothes and souvenirs.

She can be found on the bridge or in the kitchen for the most part, when she's not working on the Iskaulit. She keeps saner hours now, at least. She's antsy and doesn't really want to be here, but the feeling will fade with time. It's what happens when she gets to spend a few weeks on the ocean.]

[A: Arrival (backdated to a couple weeks ago!)]

[The jingle that plays for new arrivals goes off, and the newest member of the Bloodsport appears, looking rather alarmed. Her tail is puffed up shock, and she's looking around like she's prepared to fight someone. She'll fight you all, dammit.]

What is this?!

[B: Armory]

[Once she's in and settled, your security officer can be found in the armory, looking at the guns with an expression of distaste. Still, she takes one, and begins to dismantle it like she's going to clean and reassemble it... Except she doesn't actually do that, just leaving it disassembled and leaving again. Guns suck, etc.]

[C: Other]

[While they're in space, her sense of direction seems to be all sorts of messed up, so she's just wandering the ship and can end up poking into any and all rooms while she's lost. Maybe the room is where you are? Maybe the room is yours?]

[Once Nami's back on the ship, she might find a new arrival on the bridge with a book from the Iskaulit's library. She seems pretty engrossed, though she looks up when Nami enters.]

Hello, miss. Are you a new arrival as well?

[Nami grins a little wryly at the question.]

Not sure if that'd be better or worse. No, I've been here months now.

I'm Nami-- been on shore leave, more or less. Belated welcome to the Fleet...?

I have been here but a couple of weeks, so worry not about being late.

[She's taking a moment to think though, because she saw that name before. Then she realizes, standing up to raise an arm over her chest in a salute.]

My name is Aria. It is an honor to meet you, captain.

[It won't be long before there's a docking request from a shuttle registered to the Caprine. And a few minutes after that, Robin slips out of the shuttle, taking a moment to orient herself to this new ship. Members of the Bloodsport who haven't met Robin might find themselves wondering why the walls suddenly have eyes that blink, or where that lovely floral scent is coming from. Those who have met Robin- well. It's pretty unmistakable that she's here.

She'll be looking for Nami, of course, and probably Sam, but she can be found in any common rooms where it wouldn't be impolite for a visitor to be hanging around.

Hello, Bloodsport!]

[She won't find Sam on this ship-- she'd extended the offer once, a long time ago when he first got here, but he's comfy over on the Red Fish so that was that. But Nami's sure here, mouth ticking up in general amusement at the eyes that suddenly blink open at her as she reaches for the fridge.]

I'm in the kitchen. [Unnecessary, but you know. It's polite.]

[O-oh dear. Nami looks startled for a moment, and then breaks into a sheepish smile, waving a hand.]

It's okay! Though I appreciate the greeting, it's not necessary. You can just call me Nami. Ah...

[Look, she has to ask, and it's a little hopeful but how lucky can they be?] I'm guessing you're not from Zou? The minks there have the same kind of features you do.

[She nods and relaxes, but if Nami pays attention, it's probably obvious that the way Aria carries herself is definitely military.]

From... "Zou"? I know not such a place.

... You refer to my ears and tail, I assume.

[Yeah, she got that impression. Which might be a complication in a few ways, but let's leave that aside for now.]

I do. Sorry for the assumption. [Though she'd expected that answer tbh.] The last people I saw at home were the minks. They're good people. I guess I kinda hoped you were from there.

You've met the other crew, I hope? It kinda gets a bit disorganised when we're planetside. What's your augment?

It is all right. This is not my first time between worlds. I know well that many worlds do not have we mixed-bloods, and those that do have many different names for us. But I am glad to hear you think so highly of your world's.

The crew? I have not yet.

[She probably should have by now, but she may just keep missing them? wacky coincidences and all.]

Ah... I am able to use the guns on this ship, though I find them distasteful and dishonorable. My assigned duty is to protect this ship. If these augments have names for the types, I have yet to discover them...

[An arm passes Nami whatever she was going to be grabbing, because Robin is that good, okay, and then gives a thumbs up before disappearing.

Eventually Robin walks in herself.]

I'm surprised at how different the ships are, even with the same framework.

[Well, there's a fox-girl who is currently just staring at one of the eyes on the wall.

She's trying to talk to it, even.]

If you have eyes, are you able to hear us as well, ship? I feel I understand less and less the longer I am here...

[She doesn't seem to have noticed Robin in the room quite yet, though.]

Right? [She was going for the mango(ish) juice she'd picked up on planet; by the time Robin walks in, Nami's poured two glasses.] I'm not sure what's up with that, but I guess it just comes down to variety.

Your transfer still hasn't gone through, I notice. [Atroma are jerks. What a surprise.]

[ Sascha has most certainly not met Robin and honestly has no idea why the ~~hills~~ walls have eyes, but when e wakes up for the evening and emerges from Bigby's room, he's definitely unnerved by it all. What on earth )8 ]

....... [ Yeah no this is creepy as all heck. They'd better not follow him when he moves. ]

And the people who live in them, to some extent.

[Robin will gratefully drink some mango(ish) juice. Everything still tastes strange, to her, so it isn't as if it'd be any worse than anything else.]

Mm. I'll put in another request. Thankfully, my shipmates are friendly and rather open. Even if one does seem more like something out of a strange hallucination...

In any case, I was wondering if you've any advice for tending citrus trees. Our ship was recently upgraded and now we've got several different varieties all tucked into the hold.

[Robin is seated somewhere relatively comfortable, one leg crossed over her knee, and reading a book. She doesn't seem to change her position, but the eye in the wall blinks a few times.]

It isn't the ship, but I can hear you just fine. You're a rather observant girl- I usually try to hide those so as to be unobtrusive.

[She flips a page in her book, continuing to pore over it.]

[She looks between Robin and the eye a few times, evidently very confused.]

Thank you for your kind words, miss, but... This eye is yours?

[Oh, they follow. And blink curiously. Because eyeballs can totally emote without the rest of the face, right?

And then one of them vanishes. It drops a flower petal, like a soft pink tear, onto the ground. Then that disappears, too.]

As mine as that fluffy orange tail is yours. In my world we'd call you a minkwoman, but I imagine it'd be more respectful to call you by your own identification.

"Mink"... Ah, you are from the same world as Nami?

I am human. Though my kind are called mixed-bloods, we are as human as you.

[Though she sounds fairly friendly normally, there's a slight tenseness to her voice at that last part. Not everyone has been so accepting of that, after all.]

[Considering the way things work in her world, Robin can imagine why it might be a point of conflict. She looks up, curiously.]

Is that so? My apologies, then.

Nami and I are nakama. Not only do we come from the same world, but we sail together in the same crew and live together on the same ship. For whatever reason, the Atroma have seen fit to keep that from being true in this world. Thank heavens for interstellar visitation rights!

"Nakama"...?

Ah, that is true, and you may transfer eventually. But you are sailors in your own world? Are you merchants?

[she seems very interested.]

[Oh dear, is Nami keeping her profession a secret in this world?

Alas, Robin has no qualms admitting it. She's learned to embrace the fate the World Government unwittingly imposed on her, and her grin, far from being friendly, becomes somewhat visceral.]

Pirates.

[WELP this went from nice to terrible in .5 seconds flat.

She goes tense, and in an instant, the way she carries herself changes- Tail kept low, shoulders tensed, legs bent to move quickly if needed- She carries herself like a military veteran.]

I... beg your pardon. I am afraid I must have misheard.

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