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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.

[limitstorm]

[ he gives a little laugh. ]

Yeah, ovens're easy.

I'm gonna make something. I'll make extra if you want.

[puro]

Gracias. Eventually, I'll figure it out, I'm sure.

[Or burn the ship down. One or the other.]

[limitstorm]

[ ah, what does that mean? ... he won't ask. he can figure it out later.

oh, uh, right. he's got... to talk. about things. normal people talk about things! ]

Did you meet everyone else already?

[puro]

I met Robin, and you. That's it, for now.

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...

[puro]

[And this, this right here is what Manolo knows he was born to do. Make people happy with his music. It's his place in the universe, and it brings him great joy to see his music bring it to others.]

Thank you.

[He makes no comment on it, that's what the Fleet wants from him, right? Give the people on the ship a safe place to come to.]

You mean like that jingle? [He pulls a face. ] Not what I'd call music.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Yeah, like that. Or the music they play over speakers at the stations--it's just kind of there. No heart in it at all.

[aaah, he gets it. someone who gets it. that's wonderful.]

[puro]

But if music isn't played from the heart, it's not really music at all. It's what gives it life.

[He chuckles softly, turning his guitar sideways, so Robin can see the inscription carved into it.]

I made a promise to make sure my music always has heart in it.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he... props his head up against his hand.]

That's charming. Is Maria who you made that promise to?

[puro]

[If Manolo is a regular smiler, right now he has moved onto full on beaming ]

Yes! She is the love of my life. I was trying to get back to her when I was brought here.

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?

[puro]

I've met him, he's a nice guy.

[Manolo glances around. ]

Counselling, I guess? That's what I'm here for, apparently. So my door is always open for that.

[transferedfate]

... Did your augment give you a degree to back that up?

[puro]

Nope. And I sure didn't get one back home. My father would have had a fit.

[transferedfate]

Wait, why? [she puts a hand on her hip and cocks her head to the side]

Does your Dad have a thing against psychologists?

[puro]

Oh no, no, nothing like that.

He just wanted me to be a bullfighter. Family tradition.