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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

[limitstorm]

[ pfft... he laughs. ]

Okay. I wouldn't mind a little help.

[transferedfate]

Cool. [...] Sorry that I'm new at this doctor stuff. But I'll learn and get better...

Try to be a part of this crew. [She can recognize that these are good people, and she wants to help in her own awkward way]

[limitstorm]

[ there's a quiet noise of disbelief. ]

I don't care that you're new, you know? It's not a problem. Take it at your own pace, and I'll try not to get hurt or anything.

Besides, you're already a part of this crew.

[transferedfate]

[ugh what is this right away acceptance thing, she really likes you bloodsport guys. huff puff she fiddles with her hair a bit]

You know, saying crap like that just makes me want to be more helpful. So don't go worrying about me.

[limitstorm]

[ he laughs a little... ]

You don't have to be embarrassed. If Sora was awake, he'd tell you there's no way you can make me stop worrying, either. Sorry, you're stuck with that.

[transferedfate]

So what, are you the mom of the ship?

[she sounds more amused by the idea than anything else]

[limitstorm]

Well, it sure isn't Robin.

[transferedfate]

[she snorts]

Yeah, he seems kind of like that one cool delinquent older brother who gets in a lot of trouble.

[limitstorm]

[ LAUGHS. ]

Yeah, that sounds more his speed.