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.]

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Cloud

[dirtyredneck]

[One of those times Cloud found his way to the pilot seat, Daryl was curled up into the communications chair. Legs drawn up to his chest, studying the panel he already knew everything about. His eyes darted over at the kid and watched him spin a bit before stopping and looking like he was about to be sick all over the pilot's console.]

If yer gonna be sick, turn off the gravity.

[moseyin]

[Glances up at need-a-knife-what's-his-face in the comm chair before bowing forward to rest his head on the console instead. Steady breaths...]

Right. Why get puke on the floor when you can get...can get it all over the ceiling?

[dirtyredneck]

It'll float in the air, gel up into a ball, and you can put a container around it to hold it. Long as it's closed when ya turn the gravity back on, ya got no mess ta clean up.

[And Daryl didn't know about the kid or nothing, but he'd prefer not be scrubbing someone's up-chuck off of anything. Not that he'd learned that from the augment or anything. He'd seen a lot of space shuttle footage of liquids in zero gravity from Before to know what it did.]

[moseyin]

[Looks at Daryl like he's crazy...but what does he know about zero-g physics? Though the idea of floating around when he's already nauseated is not helping.

He turns back away with a groan.] How d'you know that? [Distraction. Distraction is good.]

[dirtyredneck]

Saw it on television. Used to show clips of astronauts on the space station on the news. They had lots of fun playing with water.

[Daryl wasn't having any issues with the view. Not that he was admiring it or anything. Just didn't get motion sickness or whatever it was the kid had.]

[moseyin]

Space station? Your world had guys up in space for a while? [Cid would be going bananas over this...Daryl being chill and also not bringing up Cloud being an asshole earlier is helping too, so he just turns his chair completely away from the Windows.]

[dirtyredneck]

For a while, yeah.

[Actually, now that he thought about it, the astronauts were probably still up there. Or maybe dead. Did they grow their own food up there or not? He didn't actually know. Shit. What a way to die. Stuck in space with no food and limited oxygen. No one to bring them back home so they could at least go out with the Earth beneath their feet.]

Fuck...

[Sorry for going suddenly maudlin, Cloud. Daryl just had a terrible epiphany.]

[moseyin]

[Immediately enters paranoia mode, which more or less cures his nausea so thank you] What, what is it? [Did he realize something? Is there a threat? Someone to fight?]

[dirtyredneck]

[Daryl shook his head and waved a hand, trying to dismiss the kid's sudden worry.]

Nothin'. Just... had a thought and it weren't a good one. It ain't nothin'. Ignore it.

[moseyin]

Oh yeah I'm totally not curious now, [Cloud grumbles, but at least he doesn't press Daryl for more details. ....yet. Give him a few minutes to turn it around in his head.]

[dirtyredneck]

[Daryl brought his hand up to rub at his forehead some and sighed. Kid probably wouldn't stop bothering him until he made sure it wasn't something he had to worry about.]

It ain't about this place, okay? It's about back... back in my world.

[Calling it 'home' didn't seem particularly apt just yet. Not with all the shit going on.]

You ain't gotta worry about it.

[moseyin]

What, is your world jacked up? [Hadn't he heard or read somewhere that time doesn't pass back home? Or some other insane bullshit?] Or do you need to get back for somethin'? [And here you thought he would drop it. Hi my name is Cloud and I involve myself in problems that don't need my involvement]

[dirtyredneck]

[Answer was both, but Daryl had already said as much as he cared to, so he shrugged in a non-committal manner and stayed quiet.]

[moseyin]

[.......arright, fair enough.]

Sorry, [Cloud mutters instead after turning back around in his chair.] For bein' an ass before.

[dirtyredneck]

[Daryl snorted. A dry sound somewhere close to a laugh. Then shrugged again.]

Didn't lose no sleep over it.

[Which was to say, thanks for the apology.]

[moseyin]

[Cool great, now that that's over let's ignore each other for a while. sound good??? awesome]