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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.]

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[puro]

[He only lies to protect you all, he promises. ]

I will do my best.

[transferedfate]

[she nods again. And balls up her fist as if she's going to like... lightly punch his shoulder? But she stops. Emotionally obtuse as she is, even she realizes that she's projecting on him a lot. So instead she un-clenches her hand and puts her hands behind her head]

Sorry for totally killing the mood.

[puro]

[Wow, he seriously thought she was gonna punch him for a second, there. When she unclenches, he relaxes, offering a smile. ]

You didn't, I appreciate having someone concerned over me.

[transferedfate]

[she smiles crookedly in response. She doesn't quite know what to say next so she stretches and then stands up]

I should probably get back to work. [aka, her weird mad science] But thanks for talking. I'm glad you're on this ship.

[puro]

Thank you for the warm welcome, senorita. I'll talk to you another time.