mingle post? mingle post. MINGLE POST!!

[carreau]

Who: you
Broadcast: if you want
Action: also if you want
When: right. goddamn. now.

[ It's a mingle post. IN SPACE.

Just comment and tag around. ]

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[aberrant_type]

option 1.

[Once Hange cottoned on to the fact that they were selling fried ostrich, she got herself some of that as fast as she reasonably could. She has a big carton of it and she's slowly chewing through it, luxuriating in the food - real food! And meat like this hard to come by even at home! and the grease and the salt and all of it... just... all of it. Her eyes hood like a satiated cat as she cycles the bones to the side and moves on to more meat.

She's also leaned against the fence, watching the tallbirds go by.]

Aren't you precious... hey, do you know I'm eating one of your brothers or sisters?

[Gosh!! No she's just so content right now.]

option 2.

[Waystations are so nice. Since she's feeling better, she's going to try varying it up a little by doing some... parkour running.

There's enough planes and jumps around here to make a reasonable go of it. And she wouldn't call it parkour, but she's very accustomed to this kind of work, since scouts have to hop rooftop to rooftop sometimes, at least if they're fighting titans in town.

So, at any time, Hange might be barreling at you. Or barreling around you as she weaves through irritated people on her little workout fun trip.]

Whoops, 'scuse me! [But she's not stopping no matter how near the collision was, bounding away to bounce over more park benches and up more ramps and so on and so on. You'll have to yell at her or chase her down to get her attention.]

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[amarant]

They may not be related at all.

[ A bit dryly. ]

[aberrant_type]

Speaking in the figurative sense! [She waves a piece of ostrich around demonstratively as she talks.] As in, all humans are my brethren! All tallbirds are their brethren.

[amarant]

[ Those poor tallbirds, watching this strange woman eat one of their kind. ]

I see...

I wonder if they think the same. They don't seem to care much about the one you're eating.

[aberrant_type]

They don't seem too clever. [Crunch crunch. It'd be nice to offer a bite to Emblica... but oooh, it's soooo goooooood... maybe she wants to keep it all to herself.]

I can vouch for them being delicious, though.

[amarant]

[ She's not staring too longingly at your food, Hange, it's okay. ]

Maybe I'll try it, later.

[aberrant_type]

Do!

How are you doing, Emblica?

[amarant]

I'm fine.

...you're feeling better, then? That's good.

[aberrant_type]

I'm feeling much better.

You didn't feel ill in the first place, did you?

[amarant]

That's good to hear.

I seem to have been the only one on my ship who stayed healthy, actually.

[aberrant_type]

It must be because you weren't so sociable with the locals. You weren't exposed to their little nanomachines. [She crunches through another piece of chicken thoughtfully.] Did anyone ever summarize what happened for you?

[amarant]

[ Shrugs lightly; maybe, maybe not. ]

No, they didn't. Did you want to tell me?

[ It's unlikely that Hange wouldn't want whatever work she did going unknown, but better safe than sorry. ]

[aberrant_type]

Everyone ought to know. It's actually somewhat concerning. [Crunch.] The illness we all suffered seems to have been caused by nanomachines, tiny robots that infiltrated our bodies. The source of said nanomachines being the red stones that locals handed out to us from the last planet.

It doesn't sound like an honest mistake, does it?

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[theboogieman]

[he was genuinely minding his own skelly business before she rocketed past him and started parkouring off onto the nearest structure...

and since absolutely nothing is a competition to him ever, he stops whatever way-more-boring thing he was doing to take off after her.]

[aberrant_type]

[It takes her a tiny bit to notice his pursuit, as she dodges people who yell irritably at her and launches herself up to climb some... wall... with enough handholds to be climbable, when you take tenacity into account.

But she's attuned to pursuit in a way. Hange is from a world where freedom is also accompanied by being chased. Her head turns, she glimpses him, and then she laughs - a breathy sound, given that she's exerting herself.

But that's fine, he can chase her if he wants. It'll be fun!]

[theboogieman]

[absolutely! and as is probably expected, he has no problems darting around people just the same and throwing himself at a wall in hot pursuit. it's been ages since he's had something to chase. even if he doesn't get to stab this one, it'll be good for him.]

[aberrant_type]

[She chins herself at the top of the wall with a grunt, swings a leg over, rolls onto the flat surface, then pops up and bolts off again, ignoring the fact that she's just perturbed some people who were only innocently strolling along.

Hmmm, where next? Especially now that she has a skullface in tow. Ha ha...

Maybe they can take it up a level. :> She hares off towards the shops.]

[theboogieman]

[oh, good. he follows her up, boots scrambling on a relatively flat wall until he's able to hoist himself up too. he can already tell it's been too long since he's done this.

but he's still thinking like he always has, already trying to think of a chance to cut her off or get ahead of her as he follows.]

[aberrant_type]

[A high wavering laugh escapes her as she gets further keyed up. Just like old times - run, run, without stopping. Stopping outside the walls is a dangerous proposition.

She's veering towards the ostrich pens. Just to make this more dangerous, crazy, and disruptive, why not perturb some birds?]

[theboogieman]

[you know, he's never actually seen ostriches in real life before now, and he's not a zoologist or anything, but he's pretty sure that those things can kill you.

but he's also, perhaps, overly confident that if anything, they'll crush her before he even gets in that much danger--so yeah, sure. he'll follow her right towards those ostrich pens.]

is this even possible idek

[aberrant_type]

[She vaults the fence.

ARE THEY DOING THIS ZHAS ARE THEY REALLY DOING THIS.]

you bet it is

[theboogieman]

[well, some startled guy starts yelling at her when she hits the ground on the other side and ostriches startle in every direction....

...but the guy sounds even more outraged when Zhas vaults the gate right behind her and makes a grab for her arm...!]

[aberrant_type]

[She howls with laughter. They're going to get into so much trouble. They're never going to be able to stop at this waystation again. Levi would lose his shit. This isn't responsible at all.

He gets hold of her but she heaves away, darting towards the milling crowd of ostriches. Birds flirl in every direction, more interested in getting out of the way then in kicking the hell out of Hange. Feathers and dust fly up. The angry yelling from the ostrich handler increases in pitch.]

[theboogieman]

[damn it! he'll have to remember to teach her the rules of this game as soon as he catches her for good. he finds his balance again and begins the chase again, dodging bird legs this way and that. everyone's very upset. they're making quite the ruckus.

but Hange might notice that all of a sudden Zhas stops following her because he gets distracted--dodging suddenly out of the way of a huge bird that charges right for him. his attention is very drastically shifted to actually trying to get out of the way of this extremely territorial male, who is turning around to try and peck his eyes out.

did you know that male ostriches can roar like lions? because one might be doing that near Hange.]

[aberrant_type]

[Birds and feathers and GABBLEGABBLEGABBLE rising up in all directions, but that terrible roaring still stands out. Oh, that's just not on; Captain Hange can't allow an ostrich to gut her crewmate... or... or whatever would happen.]

AaaaAAAAH!

[She charges the ostrich. She's gonna do it. She's gonna punch the ostrich. A very agitated ostrich handler is getting nearer and nearer to them, screaming too: "What the fuck are you doing? Get outta there -"]