Mingle-ingle

[namisan]

Who: Crew of the SS Bloodsport and guests
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Bloodsport
When: December in general

[We're still missing a doctor, but it's not like we're gonna need one any time soon.  Right?  Don't jinx me now.]

Comments

[collegedropout]

[Curious, he's already peering over her shoulder at said alien flora.

... It's not very hard to peer over shorties, but you get the idea.]

I know a little. But uh... It's hard to keep track when it comes to endless space.

[namisan]

I'm pretty sure he kept notes in the med lab, but isn't it amazing how entire rooms mysteriously vanish if the ship decides we don't need them.

[Because if anything sings out that the Fleet isn't exactly what it says on the tin, it's mysteriously reformatting rooms at the blink of an eye that nobody notices :| sound familiar?]

[collegedropout]

Right? It's a pain in the ass.

Maybe we should be careful about keeping important documents in rooms like the kitchen.

[namisan]

We're going to be from here on out. I wasn't expecting a room to suddenly turn into a glorified broom closet. [She is now. Rude. She squints down at one flower with garishly coloured fragile leaves, and puts it aside.]

...hey, you know computers, right? More than your average pirate, anyway.

[collegedropout]

[PINGED.

He straightens up, looking very interested and, funnily enough, confident.]

I know a thing or two, yeah. What about them?

[namisan]

[Don't ping too hard, she's about to turn you into a secretary. Especially with that confident look.]

It just occurs to me that might be a good place to keep this kind of record, right? I mean-- I don't trust the Atroma not to mess with things as they see fit, but they're obviously not restricted to their own systems anyway. Medical records, things like that.

[collegedropout]

[Dude, he would love to be a secretary, are you serious!

He looks completely into the idea of keeping records.]

Yeah, totally. Agreed. You want me to start transferring them into digital files?

I can get copies for the library, too. On the Iskaulit.

[namisan]

Copies for the library? [You lost her on that one.] ...copies of our records?

But-- yeah. I mean, some stuff is obviously already in system, but it'll stop us losing a batch of notes in ridiculous circumstances.

[collegedropout]

Well. Yeah. It's good to have paper copies, and it's a good idea to have copies off the ship, too. My sort-of-dad used to do that a lot; keep copies out of his house, in safe spaces.

[He shrugs, pleased.]

Besides, this place is nothing but ridiculous circumstances.

[namisan]

Oh, I get you. [That's...a level of paranoid she wouldn't think was necessary (and this is Nami talking) but it couldn't hurt.] You're right. Far be it for us to have a normal week or anything like that.

Your sort-of dad?

[collegedropout]

[Paranoia is a great hunter's tool, Nami. Learn it live it love it.]

Bobby. He's... He kind of helped raise us a little. I mean, not exactly.

We'd get dropped off there sometimes, when my Dad had a hunt nearby. He's a hunter, too, but with more of a permanent residence. After my father passed, he was the only real family we had.

[It's spoken quite simply, but. Bobby is basically Bellemere, to a more mild degree.]

He unfortunately passed, um. A few years back. Usual-on-the-job dangers.

[namisan]

[You make her look like a really laid back individual, Sam, gosh.]

I'm sorry. [But it's a soft commiseration; the death was years ago, and she doesn't really want to drag up yet another trauma; let Sam keep his lighter mood if it's possible.] I'm glad he was there, though. Family's important no matter where they come from, right?

[collegedropout]

It's okay.

[It really is, though. It's been... okay.]

I've gotten to hear from him after he died. You know how weird my life is.

You would've liked him, though. He was kind of crabby, but he was smart. He got crap done with things went sideways; built himself a panic room in case of demonic emergency and everything. Called me and Dean an idiot a lot.

[namisan]

[She makes such a face at the whole hearing from him after death thing. Because of course. But after listening to the rest, she smiles, lopsided and a little amused.]

Ah. Yeah, definitely my kind of guy. He have a shotgun as well?

[collegedropout]

Threatened a lot of people off his lawn with it, yeah.

[He grins.]

[namisan]

Definitely would've liked him. Especially if he called you an idiot a lot.

[collegedropout]

... Idjit, actually.

He was creative about it.

[namisan]

[Snrk.]

If he ever shows up here, you'll have to introduce us.

[Because apparently the rules of death don't apply here.]