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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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Oh. You sound so unenthused...

[this is not the time for his weird brand of humor, but still... after a moment of thought, he sits up straighter. his voice regains some of that softness from earlier, at least.]

May I show you something? A memory. I can give it to you.

[he touches his own forehead. implying the transfer.]

[ riku hesitates, before he nods and leans slightly forward. ]

Okay... sure.

[he smiles. he loves this, enough to push away his fear and his insecurity--he stands up, crossing the short way over to Riku. he leans over him, one hand braced on the back of the pilot's chair.

he cranes his neck forward so that he can touch their foreheads together and--there's a little breath from somewhere inside, a moment where it's the both of them, existing very quietly in the same empty, nebulous something. Robin is very open, here... it's something he does to not betray the trust of the one he's "speaking" with. it's polite. trusting. if Riku wanted to come into his thoughts, he could.

but first, Robin has a present for him... he slowly pours a flood of colors into Riku's awareness from his memories. he paints a picture that unfurls like a flag, spreads like wildflowers.

flowers... yes, that's it. a field of beautiful flowers. tall grass, green and lush and soft. warm air, soaking into his skin. it smells so alive, this late spring day, clean with the scent of the river to the east. he's very happy, laying still and calm on flowers in small white and large orange and bright blues and dark purples.

birds are singing, of course. darting around over his head, chasing each other.

he wanted to show him something nice, he tells him. or maybe Riku just knows--but sometimes thoughts like this, thoughts full of light and warmth and good memory, help keep the nightmares away.]

[ at first, riku hesitates. unlike robin, riku is closed off with mile-high walls. it's the price you pay once you've been possessed once--you take no chances.

but, robin isn't forcing himself in, he isn't intruding, so riku shyly starts to step out of his barrier, for scenery to paint itself around him.

this kind of lush landscape can't be found on destiny islands, and he's never stayed long enough in one world to relax and find this kind of place.

riku has a small amount of good memories, and most of them are tarnished with thoughts of darkness and jealousy and never measuring up, but this...

he just relaxes, even if he feels his throat close up. it's beautiful to watch, to feel... and nevertheless, it's calming. riku certainly isn't as tense as he was a minute ago. he reaches one hand up, to grasp at robin's shoulder, to keep himself steady. ]

[Robin is very steady, in the real world. he even manages to put a hand over that mug--which might have gone tipping elsewhere had he not been paying attention. it flickers through his awareness and then is gone, smoothed over by the sound of leaves rustling. children laughing, somewhere, far away.

but they can't stay there forever. he pulls the memory back, wrapping it up again. letting it fade away enough that it won't be too jarring when he pulls away--and they're both suddenly in two physical bodies again. very separate. just them and the constant hum of the ship.

he's looking down at Riku with a little smile on his face.]

You can borrow that one. It's probably better than a hug anyway.

[ when riku falls back into his own body, he blinks fast.

he's too out of it to notice that he held onto robin for balance, and when he notices he's still doing it... he blushes brightly and pulls back, bracing his cup with both hands again. ]

O-oh. Uh, okay. It is pretty nice...

... thanks.

No problem.

[he pats his head, gently. just a short pat-pat before he takes his hand back.]

And if you ever want to talk about your nightmares more, I'll listen. That's what I'm for.

[ grumble grumble-- ]

I thought you were here for engineering, not therapy.

I am engineering you a more effective and efficient psychological state.

[he shoots him a dumb grin.]

[ riku actually laughs, settling back. he still sits with his legs against his chest, but it's more easygoing and less terrified and small now. ]

Being charming doesn't suit you.

What? Yes it does.

[he looks a little surprised! mock-offended, even, as he takes his arm back and stands up straight again.]

What would I be if not charming?

[ opens mouth.

closes mouth. ]

As first mate, I'll be nice and not answer that.

What? What do you mean?

[Riku you can't just say that and then not say anything.]

I should try sleeping again...

[ remember the last time riku just petulantly left the conversation?

yeah, he's doing that now. ]

You...

[wow. wow okay he's just going to stand here then. okay.]

[ before he exits the doorway, he turns and outstretches his hand. ]

What? Come on, don't you need your sleep, too?

... [oh, fuck it. he winds up smiling again. sure, he'll follow.] I guess I do.

[ heh, good. riku leads them back in a comfortable silence, only stopping once to put his mug in the sink. ]

Goodnight, captain.

[it's... really nice. he appreciates it. it's rare that he's the one to get led anywhere.]

Hah... Goodnight, Riku.

[maybe they'll both actually get some sleep tonight.]

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