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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]

[mmmf] Never mind, I'm rambling. Do you want some tea?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[that's... so nice. he watches her change her mind, tilts his head a little, still smiling like that...]

Tea sounds lovely, yeah.

[transferedfate]

I got some from the planet we're on. It's just run of the mill green tea, but it's not bad.

[Ringo does her best when she feels like she's looking after someone, so she takes charge in a sense and starts to lead the way to the kitchen]

Sorry, if you were hoping for something fancier.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

No, no. There's, ah, some sort of tea from the drinking spouts, but it's really very terrible. Not sure if it was originally from a plant of any kind. Real green is a treat in comparison.

[he likes... being led around. and talking about useless things. it helps him not think about the bad dream.]

[transferedfate]

[as they get in the kitchen she points at one of the chairs]

Sit down, I'll get it ready. [aldgkha and she doesn't even... wait for a response she just turns to one of the cabinets and like, hoists herself up on the counter. She keeps her feet dangling off the counter, but is standing on her knees to get that extra height... Because she's a Japanese girl and extra short forever]

I stashed it up here so it would be out of the way. Hopefully no one else has used it... [she doesn't think they would, the crew is pretty nice]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he has a seat in one of the kitchen chairs, tucking one of his legs up onto the chair. he sits on his foot. he watches her clambering up there with... distant curiosity, and suddenly voices his thought:]

You're very nice, Ringo.

[transferedfate]

[eh... she starts suddenly at the comment and stares at him, looking a bit embarrassed and touched before she shrugs]

You guys have been nice to me. [she finally looks away and tugs the bag of tea out of its hiding spot] Nice people make me want to be nice too.

[and with that she hops down from the counter and heads towards the hot water dispenser]

And... nightmares suck. No one should have to be alone after a bad night. [finally able to put that thought from earlier into words]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Well, good. Most of us are certainly trying, anyway.

["to be nice", presumably. he slumps down onto the table, resting his chin on his arms.]

Do you ever have nightmares, Mynah?

[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.