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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Bloodsport Crew!
Broadcast: if applicable!
Action: yes, that!
When: during the medieval-funtime world!

[aaaaay bloodsport how u doin'. how's life around the ship? what have you already dragged back from ye olde renaissance world? what trips are you planning? what's broken and why isn't it fixed yet? who's flying this thing?

mingle, talk to your newer crewmates, go nuts.]

Comments

Open as an open thing

[puro]

[Personnel office]

[Therapy is a fairly new career path, in Manolo's time. It most certainly hasn't caught on on his tiny backwater town, at any rate. It's not the job he would have picked for himself, but it's still exponentially better than trying not to get gored by a bull. He likes helping people, and he might as well do some good, while he's working on an escape route.

He can often be found in his office, door open, sitting on his chair with his feet resting on his desk. More often than not, he's playing something on his guitar. Sometimes just a random collection of notes that somehow work together; sometimes he plays something a little more recognisable.]

[Galley]

[He's not a good cook. Like, at all. But they haven't got one aboard, and food needs to be eaten somehow. He's rather dejectedly prodding what looks like a charred bowl of protein mush with a spoon. ]

...I'm pretty sure it's not supposed to look like this.

galley;

[limitstorm]

What're you trying to make?

[ riku steps in from the doorway.

it's highly unlikely manolo has seen or heard riku around--he's certainly made himself scarce. but food is food, and everyone needs it, including him.

as far as first impressions go... maybe not the best, but nothing too bad. he hesitates before making his way over to the dispenser, to start on tea. ]

I'm Riku, I've got the security augment here. I guess you're new?

[puro]

It was supposed to be chicken. But I'm pretty sure this has never even seen an egg.

[He pushes the charred mess aside with a grimace, before the smile's back on, and turned in Riku's direction.]

Pleased to meet you. I'm Manolo, apparently I'm personnel? I just got here this week.

[limitstorm]

Man-oh-loh?

[ he repeats it quietly, carefully, because names can mean so much more than just, well. a name. he exhales, hoping he's got that right before he gestures to the protein dispenser. ]

This thing's tough to get used to. I've been here for months, so if you need help with it, you can ask.

[puro]

That's right.

I appreciate that. I've never seen anything like it. Back home, we have ovens, nothing like this.

Personnel

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[with that little bit of guitar strumming, it doesn't take long for Robin to poke his head in--distracted from whatever less-important thing he was doing. he looks surprised.]

Ah--you know how to play that?

[puro]

[Manolo looks up from his guitar with a wide smile. ]

Longer than I can even remember, any more.

[He plays a small refrain. He never knows where the music comes from. It just does.]

There's nothing in any world more freeing than music.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[...he just looks. so happy. to hear that.]

That's wonderful.

[he hadn't even meant to check this out for long, but now he's slinking into the room and having a seat on whatever piece of furniture isn't occupied.]

We don't get a lot of music out here, and it's kind of... boring, when we finally do. I miss having real instruments around...

office! (and a placeholder for when our thread wraps up :3)

[transferedfate]

[Ringo knew that this was shuffle day, and since that weird angel guy was no where to be found, she wondered if she might stumble across someone. So when she sees a whole new office she stops by to look inside...

Oh! Hey, this guy. She waves and actually looks kinda jazzed about this situation]

Hey, welcome to the ship.

aww yis

[puro]

[He offers her a grin, because hey, someone else he recognises. This ship isn't all that bad at all. ]

Thank you, senorita. Seems I got lucky on where they put me.

[transferedfate]

Yeah, this ship isn't so bad. Most of the people tend to keep to themselves, but the captain is friendly enough. [and not to say that the others aren't friendly, she actually likes that everyone kind of minds their own business]

What's this office for?

OPEN | any time

[birdsbirdsbirds]

GOOD DAY;

[he's taking a break from the medieval festivities to mess around in the bridge... under the various control panels, wrenching and drilling and screw-drivering things, pulling out circuit boards, occasionally welding something together. after a few hours of this, the screen he's under lights up, with a bright, colorful display! it's accompanied by cheery, 8-bit music. it looks like he's managed to start up some kind of... game.

there's a snake, and cute little pixelated fruits, and bright colors, and... the music can be heard down the hall, for sure. what's going on in there?]

BAD DAY;

[well, it was only a matter of time before his nightmares started catching up with him.

it's the dead of night. lights out. his sleep has been like the grave for the last few hours... until now, as he's started moving. restless. turning over. muttering very quiet nonsense under his breath.

--until he suddenly twitches awake. shoots bolt upright, panting, clawing at his shoulders as if to get something off of them. the darkness hits him a second later. it's just--his room, he's just in one of those cots, this is the ship, this isn't--

he glances over, holding his breath. was he loud? did anyone notice? maybe they're all asleep, and he can just...

he slips out of bed, almost silent, leaves the bunk room. he's not wearing anything more than sleeping pants, but he doesn't care--he just needs to move for a little bit. get his nerves to even out. let the dreaming fade from his mind.]

bad day;

[limitstorm]

[ riku's not hard to spot.

he's sitting in the pilot's seat, turned halfway away from the door. with his feet on the chair and curled up close with a cup of tea, it looks like his night hasn't been all that good either. it's not a secret to him that robin has nightmares--he feels him walking around when he's up, too. it's not usual they cross paths, though.

when he starts, he almost spills tea on himself, peering up at robin. funny, he'd been so lost in thought he hadn't even...

he shifts his gaze back downward. ]

Couldn't sleep?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ah...

[he stops in the doorway, pressing the bony part of his wrist into his temple. he was so distracted that he... didn't even see that Riku was in here, didn't "look" ahead of time. it's no surprise to him that Riku has bad dreams either, but he usually tries to give him a wide berth when they're both up at the same time.

he'll pick at him for lots of things, but nightmares... it seems an unspoken courtesy to not dig too deep. he'd be a hypocrite if he expected anything from it.]

Yeah, I... Think the planet's got me a little rattled.

[he still looks anxious, at the corners of his eyes. his body language is... tense, which is usual for him. his gaze goes distractedly out the window... until he decides to walk in, further, take a seat in the captain's chair.

it's where he usually sits. just, you know, typically with more clothes on.]

Figures, the one night I get to sleep at a normal, human hour...

[limitstorm]

[ riku closes his eyes, not saying a thing at first.

there's something like static electricity in the air, he can taste it on his tongue and it makes him likely to sneeze. nervousness, anxiety... the darkness is good for pinpointing those 'negative' emotions. when he actually looks to robin, he can tell how tense he is. ]

Need a shoulder?

[ it's a quiet, earnest offer; as if to clarify why he doesn't need one, he speaks again ]

Nothing new here. I have the same nightmare every night, so talking about it doesn't help. Is this planet like yours?

b-b-bad day

[transferedfate]

[mmmm, she wakes up more from instinct than actually hearing the noise. She's never been a heavy sleeper, and her eyes crack open slowly as she hears someone leaving the room. She attempts to just turn over and not think anything more of it, but the thought keeps her from falling back asleep. Is something going on? Was there some signal that she missed? Groaning slightly she pulls herself out of bed, and throws a sweatshirt on over her pajamas. Bare-footed, she attempts to follow whoever walked out of the bedroom area, and finally crosses paths with good old Robin.

A bit more awake by the time she finds him, she starts talking right away--]

Is something going--

[but she trails off as she gets a better look at him. Reading people isn't Ringo's specialty, but even so...]

Hey. What's up? [her tone instantly becomes more casual. Not... coddling, or anything gross like that, but just a little concerned]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[it helps that it's pretty easy to tell something's up--he looks back at her with eyes just a little too wide, still ringed with anxiety. he pulls down anxiously on his shoulder, and something about the way he's holding himself just seems... on edge.]

Ah... [did he wake her up? he... hopes not. she's being casual with him. he pauses a little too long before he responds. he doesn't have it in him for a smile yet.] Sorry, I just had a bad dream. Kind of antsy.

[transferedfate]

[Hm, her eyebrows knit together a bit at that answer. Bad dreams huh? She pauses, putting her hand in front of her mouth as if she's thinking about what to say. But when she finally decides she lowers her hand to ask]

Do you need some time to be alone? [not that she wants to just dump him after making him even more anxious, but if he does want to be alone she wants to know now]

[limitstorm]

[galley]

[ if you haven't seen riku around the last few days, don't worry!

you aren't the only one. since they've arrived on the planet, riku has made it his job to be mostly unseen; he's stalked around and observed all there is to observe. he has to gauge any and every threat, and it's a good thing he's hyper-vigilant, or this would be really hard. but three days afterward, riku starts to show his face around the ship again, if only slightly. a flicker of him in the galley here, a moment in the armory there.

but it's finally a day of rest, and riku looks exhausted as he flips some crumbled-minced protein in a frying pan. finally, a stovetop--he's been dying for one.

mmm, beef protein. ]

[armory]

[ the best thing that comes out of wandering around the planet is that riku has finally found tools.

so you may be walking by the armory and find that the door is open, and riku's on the floor. and riku is whittling away at a small piece of wood. he's trying to still his shaky hands, and he's halfway through carving a little orb. it's like he's cutting the figure out of the wood itself. it's definitely not done, he's shaping the underside of it now, but he looks ultimately focused, even when it's put down and he glares at his shaking hand.

his tremor is gonna be the end of him. how is he going to make a clocktower with shakiness? ]

armory; you can't keep me away from this

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[it might be when he's focused carving, or it may be when the knife is safely and strategically away from Riku's fingers--but there comes a knock on the doorframe to the armory, the pang pang pang that means Robin's here to stick his head into whatever's going on.]

[limitstorm]

[ he definitely jumps when that knock comes at the door, but he hesitates before he calls-- ]

Come in. [ thankfully, he wasn't carving--just sanding. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[well, here he is. nosy and properly pleasant.]

Hey. No exciting reveals today, just checking in on you.

kitchen!

[transferedfate]

[Ringo almost jumps when she waltzes into the kitchen and realizes that someone else is there! But she vaguely recognizes Riku. She tries to figure out what he's doing (cooking. Oh right, Robin mentioned that he liked to cook) before she waves and properly says hello]

Hey.

[... as she gets closer she examines him more carefully]

You look horrible. Are you okay?

[limitstorm]

[ he half-snorts. ]

Gee, thanks.

I'm fine. I haven't slept the last few days.

[transferedfate]

[kadlgh she shrugs like the rood that she is. don't make bad life choices and she won't call you out on it]

Why not? [she frowns a bit] I mean, you're not a kid so you can do what you want, but that's a pretty bad habit.