Jacuzzis Make Everything Better

[mikangirl]

 
Who: Bloodsport Crew and  Visitors!
Broadcast: Nah
Action: Bloodsport.  For some odd reason.
When: June

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[Worst-named ship in the fleet, I swear.  Unless one of you is about to turn murderous.  Please don't, you won't afford Nami's cleanup bill.]

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[vartex]

[Downtime off-planet means too much free time, so Messer's visiting the Bloodsport again, because he half-lives here now, though as somewhat of a ghost since he isn't the most social. His focus is on examining the equipment and shuttles for any quirks or defects, making sure the ship is up to snuff. He's also guiding a little painted cleaning bot through the halls and letting it take care of any mess it comes across; since the Bloodsport doesn't have a maintenance augment assigned, he takes care of it for his own ship and here.

In other words, he's... around.]

[mikangirl]

[Man, Nami is never gonna knock back someone doing voluntary work to help out the ship. She's also not the type to begrudge visitors, antisocial or otherwise (boy Kaname does get a lot of them, though none as blatantly invasive as Sam's barging angel).

Mostly she leaves him to his own devices. She's bubbly and he's, uh. Not. So you know, as you do. Except for one day after he passes the kitchen with his little cleaning bot, she calls out to get his attention.]

Hey. Messer. [C'mere for a sec.]

[vartex]

[Messer glances sidelong at her, pausing mid-step; the little bot whirs up behind him, trying to stop, and instead veering into the wall. There's a silent look of exasperation crossing Messer's expression as he crouches to correct it. Stupid Delta 5, why does he keep bringing it when Freyja's not even here?]

What is it?

[Because you look like you want something.]

[mikangirl]

[Snrk. She glances down at the bot for a moment with clear amusement. Your problem botchild, Messer.]

What are your kitchens like on the Blameless?

[vartex]

[Messer's brows furrow, and his answer is clipped and precise, like he's already got a list prepared.]

Fully upgraded. The appliance behaviour is mostly functional but poor overall, and no amount of maintenance can improve this. Most of the cookware have high-quality replacements taken from Nariba Relia. ...Why?

[mikangirl]

[...um.

Well, that's a whole lot more information than she really expected or needed. Mental note to self that casual questions are not very casual with Messer.

It makes her follow-up question feel like an anti-climax, honestly.] ...'cause I have an overabundance of fruit and you're over here helping a lot. Wondered if you'd take some back for your crew.

[That's all.]

[vartex]

[......Ah.

He coughs awkwardly into a fist and nudges his bot over towards the corner where it's dusty.]

I'll take whatever you can spare, then. They'll likely appreciate it.

[mikangirl]

[kfdsf okay she will keep the amused look off her face. So srs bsns. She should ask Kaname about him one day.]

Yeah, no worries. You ever had mikan before?

[vartex]

I'm not familiar with the name, no.

[It could be one he knows, but alternate realities make things messy.]

[mikangirl]

Maybe you're more familiar with the flavour. [She picks one out of the basket and balances it on her fingers for a moment before tossing it in his direction.] It's part of the citrus family, anyway.

[Everyone's heard of citrus, right?]

[vartex]

[He catches it and turns it this way and that, giving the skin a sniff. It mostly conceals the scent, but it's still recognizable-]

It's an orange.

[mikangirl]

Not quite! Closely related. [He's not the first to make that mistake.] These are a little smaller, sweeter, more of a bite. They're also called tangerines, if that's more familiar.

[vartex]

Tangerines.

[Messer gives it another look, and... nope.]

I've seen them before, but they're usually smaller than even this.

[mikangirl]

Oh well, fruit's known as different things in different places. Where I'm from, these are mikans. [If you wanna be a philistine and call it an orange, be my guest, my guy.] Do you like oranges?

[vartex]

Mandarins and apples were more common in my area- our platoon's dorms were stationed above a Chinese-Ragnan restaurant, and not all fruits relocated to other planets well. But I like them well enough, when we had the chance to try some.

[Hence why he's more familiar with the smaller, pure variety.]

[mikangirl]

[Ah. He is a soldier. Explains much.]

Well, hopefully you can get some use out of that lot, then. Even if they're not quite the same.

[vartex]

[Explains SO much.]

Thank you. I'll see that they're properly distributed.

[mikangirl]

[Look at me carefully not being amused.]

Good. I'll consider them in good hands, then.