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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.]

Comments

[puro]

[He watches her quietly for a moment, his smile soft, gentle, understanding. He knows she needs a distraction, and is happy to provide it. ]

I come from a small village called San Angel, in Mexico. Uh...that's on a planet called Earth. Never sure if people are from there or not.

Late late laaaaate

[wordmiser]

[She makes a small 'hmmm' noise that could be agreement or recognition or even just vaguely understanding.

She knew Earth. She usually even liked it. Jinx's pretty much finished, and she writes a small J in the corner of her drawing. She stands up, rips the drawing from her pad, and tosses it on his desk.

It's a drawing of him, looking just a little sad around the eyes, with a smile on his face and his guitar in his hands. If she hadn't turned out the way she did, she would clearly have been an artist.]

GOSH NEVER FORGIVEN GOSH

[puro]

[He blinks, surprised at the piece of art. His smile is soft, and he gives a nod. María always loved to draw. ]

Wow, that's pretty impressive.

[wordmiser]

[She tries to just blink at him blandly, but her lips quirk up at the corners just the tiniest bit.

It wasn't the kind of Art she preferred but it was still nice when people admired it.

That's enough of that sappiness, then. She turns and heads out of this office. Bye weirdo.]

[puro]

[Oh, and off she goes.]

I'll...uh, see you around?

[wordmiser]

[A little wave at him. Like she could possibly avoid it, on a tiny ship like this.]