fbradshaw ‖ 001

[jinking]

So board games are all well and good — I ain't got a thing against 'em — but what this ship really needs is a way to play some honest to God competitive sports. And when I say competitive sports, I mean baseball. I'd settle for basketball in a pinch, but baseball's the great American pastime for a reason.

Might just be I’m getting to that stage where I'm starting to climb the walls from not being able to do much of anything. Not that Saldanha Bay was exactly a thrill ride, but at least you could stretch your legs without bumping into bulkheads.

Anyway. If any of y'all can figure out a way to play baseball in space, I'll owe you one so big it'll have interest on it.

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[murphyy]

yeah, exactly.

[jinking]

I can’t promise I’ll improve, but consider me your willing pupil, Ms. Casper.

[murphyy]

ms. casper makes me feel like your kindergarten teacher. you gotta start just calling me murphy, bradshaw.

[jinking]

I’ll do my best, ma’am.

[jinking]

I mean. Murphy.

[murphyy]

g […] better.

[jinking]

I’m a quick study.

[murphyy]

then maybe you’ll pick up some skills after all.

[jinking]

I’ll at least try real hard.

[murphyy]

we just gotta break you a lil. then you’ll be good to go.

[jinking]

Break me how?

[murphyy]

don’t worry about it.

[jinking]

That’s real ominous.

[murphyy]

think it’s just normal ominous.

[jinking]

Can I get a hint about what this might entail?

[murphyy]

you scared, bradshaw?

[jinking]

No, ma’am. Should I be?

[murphyy]

only if you keep calling me ma’am.

[jinking]

It's a hard habit to shake, ma' Murphy.

[murphyy]

i got faith you can manage it.

[jinking]

I won't let you down.

[murphyy]

good.