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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: The intrepid crew of the SS Bloodsport!
Broadcast: Maybe?
Action: Probably!
When: Right now!

[SO HEY GUYS WHAT'VE YOU BEEN UP TO.

what's cooking on the Bloodsport? what fresh drama is unfolding?

has anyone thanked Robin for how the cargo hold doesn't smell like death and slowly-reversing decay anymore because that stuff was gross.]

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[puro]

[The lack of decay is nice, Manolo is one hundred per cent done with dead things at this point, thank you very much.

Manolo, as always, can be found in his office. He purposefully never closes his door, after all, he's here for people to talk to, to feel better around. He can't do that with a closed door. He's lounging on his chair, feet up on his desk, playing his guitar

This is what he brings to the table, you guys. Counselling and free music.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[always a lovely sound...! Robin pops his head in, as he does. he's been in and out of the ship a lot these last few weeks, between engineering and all of his various contacts being in various states of drama now and again... so he likes to check in when he gets the time.]

Morning, Manolo. How've you been?

[puro]

[He's glad to be contributing somehow, even if it is largely with music. He smiles, pausing in his playing.]

Can't complain, nothing terrible has happened to me for two whole months. I think that's a new record.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

That... [he pauses in his cheer to point at him.] That is a depressing statement, but I know what you mean.

[wordmiser]

[Jinx may be lazy, and crotchety, and kind of silent. But she does rather like the music.

It's a nice change of pace. Which is the only reason she's here, head peeking around the edge of the door a little suspiciously.]

[puro]

[He notices, and continues playing for a short while, a small smile tugging at his lips. After a few moments, he decides to speak.]

You know, you can come in. You don't have to lurk by the door.

[wordmiser]

[She wrinkles her nose at that, and debates in the doorway for a moment or two. Then decides he's probably right, and trundles into his office, dragging a pad of paper and some colored pencils with her.

She'd managed to procure them while in the waystation through... not entirely legitimate means. She'll just settle herself into one of his seats then, all right?]

HE'S BACK AGAIN

[killedwithlove]

[He's back again.

Like an antibiotic resistant infection, Cole vanishes, only to turn up again a short while later. He likes this ship, it has some people he really likes on it.

So he's wandering the ship again, watching, waiting.

Poking through the lab and picking up random items and cradling them close to him.]

HELLO STRANGER

[wordmiser]

[This person was new. Jinx wasn't sure where he'd come from, or what his point was. Which would be the reason she's spying on him.

Following him through the ship by way of the adjacent rooms and poking her head through walls. Eyeing his habit of holding things. That one was a bit weird. The fact that she refuses to talk doesn't register as nearly as strange.]

[killedwithlove]

[Cole is obviously aware of her. He tilts his head sometimes, listening to her, but doesn't try to engage her at first.

When he's sitting in the kitchen, holding a plate, he suddenly looks over to her directly.]

Hello. I won't take anything.

[wordmiser]

[She steps all the way out, and shrugs at him. She doesn't care what he takes, does she? It's not like any of this random crap is hers.

She gives an inquiring head tilt, rather hoping she wouldn't need words to imply she wants to know who he is.]

[puro]

[Manolo is always happy to see Cole about the ship. He brings good vibes with him, and knowing he's around makes this whole experience a little more bearable. As soon as he notices Cole on his travels, he smiles and gives a wave. ]

Hola, Cole. How're you doing?

[killedwithlove]

Hello!

[He beelines over, doing that odd thing where he gains colour and realness close to Manolo.]

I've been helping people. And making friends. I think I've been making friends. You feel well.

[puro]

[That is so weird, but Manolo tries to be cool about it. It's just one of those things that makes Cole, well, Cole. ]

That's good! I'm glad you're making friends.

I'm fine, I promise.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[...there is nothing interesting about the way that he shows up. he just sticks his head in the doorway of the lab, looking rather blank-faced about the whole thing.]

Oh, you're back. You're making a habit of this, aren't you?

[killedwithlove]

I like to visit. And a few of the people I like being near are here.

[And so is Robin. Sorry, Robin, you're not one of those people he loves being near.]

arrives late with cold starbucks

[pompous_today]

[Given Cole's abrupt departure the last time they had spoken, Simon kept his distance from the man when he next arrived on the ship, wondering if he had done- or thought- something to upset him, hoping that it was not the case. Instead, he carefully watched Cole exploring the ship, letting it be known that he was open to be approached if he so desired.]

It went up *last night*, hardly late.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole does come looking, or rather, he turns up in the lab sitting on a table and rocking back and forth slightly.]

I'm sorry. You didn't do anything wrong. I was too full, I felt too much and it was going to make me burst.

[heresyandlace]

[so the thing that has been living in the cargo hold and sometimes Robin's bunk room is... ambulatory, now.

he tends not to move around until the hours of 'night' least likely to have many people awake. and when he does wander, it's only to the kitchen. because, when you're burning through this much energy, you need to scavenge as much fuel as you can get.

when the halls are quiet and still, he comes creeping out, wrapped in a sheet repurposed as a makeshift cowl. he's haunting your kitchen, picking at whatever he can find. hope you weren't saving those leftovers for later.]

[limitstorm]

I was wondering why my leftovers keep disappearing.

[ hi, tek. riku's quiet and looks somewhat haggard as he moves into the kitchen. ]

You've been recovering for a long time, or at least that's what it feels like. If you need something to eat, you could just ask.

finally gets to this????

[heresyandlace]

[he really doesn't know a thing about Robin's crew, so his gaze slides over toward... who was this, the first mate? and he watches him as he enters, quietly eyeing the details of how he moves and talks. just a little cursory judging and measuring between friends.]

But, if I asked, it wouldn't be stealing.

[he's kidding. probably.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

You're up...!

[comes the familiar and vaguely impressed voice from the other side of the kitchen. he won't interrupt Tek's scavenging, but he will take out a glass from one of the higher cabinets.]

That's good.

Kitchen

[wordmiser]

[Jinx has been trying desperately that last couple of days to make the food in the kitchen something along her lines of edible.

It was not working. She was starving, and the gunk still tasted like gunk. She was extremely mad.

Jinx expressed this displeasure by throwing her most current food attempt at the wall. Don't tell her she never tells you anything.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[...Robin feels like he showed up at a weird time. he pauses in the doorway.]

...How old are you?

[wordmiser]

[She glares at him, and hurls some pink gelatin at his head.

That old, asshole.]