Bloodsport Mingle

[namisan]

Who: SS Bloodsport and visitors!
Broadcast: Probably not
Action: Bloodsport
When: 26 May onwards!

[You know the last time we had one of these was three months ago?  Things have been that quiet.

Or, y'know, we've all been busy with espionage.  Such is life.]

Comments

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl moved to the blender and checked the drawer. They were dull as shit. Maybe he could sharpen one. Or use it to pry something sharper off part of the ship.

"Need to cut something," he replied, as he shifted through them and tried to find one that was decent enough for prying things. "What'd'ya think I need it for?"

[moseyin]

YEAH, WELL!!!! ...okay fine dumb question.

Cloud huffs and turns away before squinting back into the kitchen. "...blender's got blades in it, doesn't it?"

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl paused, squinted at the kid, then turned to check the blender. No dice.

He shook his head, "Too short to be worth anything." His attention turned back to the drawer where he finally picked out something better used for prying than for cutting. At least it would get him on track to having a more proper weapon.

Daryl moved away from the counter and to the door. Kid was still standing at it. Just beyond it. He was clearly trying to figure out if he'd have to tell the guy to move or just get him to with a lot of staring.

[moseyin]

STARES BACK. Even has the nerve to lean against the doorjamb and get comfortable. Look, there's not a lot to do here. "...need me to move?" He'll move, but like...he's pretty sure there's something going on here and he doesn't want to lose just in case there is.

[dirtyredneck]

...asshole.

He scowled at the kid before nodding, "Yeah." As if it weren't obvious. He wanted to go back to his room and shred the damn sweatshirt in peace.

[moseyin]

...the guy didn't even try to shove him. Huh.

Cloud leans back against the door and out of the way. He watches the guy head back down the hall, then goes and takes the blender apart for himself.

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl moved past with a grunt. Half of thanks and half just acknowledging that the kid had stood aside for him without pushing things. He didn't bother to look back as he made his way toward the cargo hold. But he appreciated that it hadn't been harder.