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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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[transferedfate]

[she gets it, and rolls her shoulders a bit as she pours hot water into a really chintzy looking makeshift kettle that she got with the tea]

I used to. [she glances over her shoulder, feeling bad that she's not looking at him, but she wants to concentrate on the water]

When I was a little kid, and then again after about a month in Haven. [she turns around when the kettle is mostly full, and drops a sizable handful of tea into it]

What about you? Does this happen a lot?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he's fine. he's just watching her work, happy to not be thinking about Bad Things so much anymore. he means to ask more about Haven, but it'll have to wait a minute.]

... It does, actually. It's kind of silly, but I've just... never been a very restful sleeper.

[kind of true. kind of not.]

It comes and goes. I think something about this planet is making me restless.

[transferedfate]

[she shrugs when he mentions that it's silly, but she lets him finish. As the tea starts to steep she sets it across from robin, and goes to grab two cups]

Does the planet remind you of something familiar?

[she doesn't know what he dreams about, but that's the obvious logical leap that she could imagine]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he considers for a moment, and nods. that really is a gaudy teapot... but he can kind of see his reflection in it, and he tilts his head a little to watch it warp in the sides...]

Yeah. I grew up in a town a lot like this one. Not a lot of good things happened there.

[transferedfate]

[she watches him, considering his words]

When we fly away, we can throw something at it. You know... a final 'fuck you' as we leave it in the dust.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[--he suddenly laughs! ducking his face down into his arms, for a second, before his face pops back up with a big grin.]

That sounds great. We'll just wing it out the cargo bay.