It's That Time Again

[namisan]

Who: Bloodsport crew and various visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Bloodsport
When: February

[It's a mingle!  Please don't mind the narcoleptic captain or the comatose first mate.  Or the fact that one of our bunk rooms is full of giant wolf hair.  (Dammit, Bigby, couldn't you clean up before you left?)]

Comments

[foxpas]

... I understand.

[She nods.]

If you are asking that I be your second-in-command, I will accept, knowing the full meaning of the station.

[namisan]

That's definitely what I'm asking. [She grins widely.]

Great, then! When you're up to it, there's a way to apply for it on the computer system. You don't need to do that for me, though, so no rush. But if I end up leaving suddenly, it means the ship will recognise you as the next captain. It'll save grief if we get any, uh. Troublemakers on board.

[foxpas]

I shall do so soon, then.

But you need not worry. I am... rather accustomed to leading troublemakers.

[namisan]

Thought you might be. [With the conversations they had during the raid, at the very least.]

When you're out of bed and I'm no longer falling asleep all over the place, I'll go over some stuff with you. I'm going to install emergency procedures on ship for if this happens again.

And. [The smiles fades.] I'm sorry you got so hurt. But thank you.

[foxpas]

[She listens attentively, but at the last bit, shakes her head, a soft smile on her face.]

It is all right. My wounds were obtained in battle, for a just cause. I do not regret them.

[namisan]

As long as you recover from them fully. Which it seems you will; just... take it easy until you're better, okay?

[Captain's orders. Totally.]