red fishies

[mortalcoil]

Who: The Red Fish crew, and any trespassers
Broadcast: Probably not
Action: Aboard the SS Red Fish, and the planet's surface
When: For the remainder of the month

[Red Fish is the party ship! yeeeeah!


...no, I lied. really, does anyone on this ship know how to have fun at all? like, really have fun? does anyone here gamble or go dancing or party all night long?

maybe the Red Fish just have fun in unconventional ways-- like reading, or sipping tea, or constructively beating the crap out of each other.

who needs a worlds-famous casino station when you have simple joys like that, right?]

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[mortalcoil]

[Coil hasn't given the casino station a second glance... but that planet.

though he normally spends most of his time either working out in the cargo hold or holed up in his room with him homework, he's been pretty scarce since they've been in contact with the planet. he's just so full of energy. who needs sleep? he sure doesn't. there's too much to see, too many samples to collect, too much to absorb here...

and so here he is on another return trip to drop off what he has collected from the surface, hucking packs stuffed full of natural treasures slung over his shoulder... except, this time, he's a little roughed-up.

he doesn't seem to notice, but he's a little bit of a mess. there are leaves in his hair, little scrapes and scratches all over his face... and there's a weird scattering of some sort of dust all over his clothes.

he won't be on the ship for long, but he can be found anywhere between the cargo door, his room and the laboratory to drop off his findings, and the kitchen to pick up a snack before he heads out again.]

SUPER-FUN CAMPING TRIP OK

[theboogieman]

[THEY TOTALLY KNOW HOW TO HAVE FUN, LOOK AT HOW MUCH FUN THEY'RE HAVING.]

A.

[Zhas has suggested an expedition out into the spooky evil magical forest, and you're part of it, now! are you leading? exploring? helping navigate? in awe of the schools of luminescent flying wildlife and coral-lichen? quietly freaking out about the bizarre, tempting call that seeps through the very air you're breathing? it's probably best to stay in a group, but feel free to split off into pairs if that's easier for threading.]

B.

[alternatively, everyone has stopped in a clearing for a moment. sitting around, catching their breath, maybe trying to decide if they should head back for the day, or press on for a little bit longer. it's a moment of rest! just ignore the cat-sized rodents that are scurrying around at the edge of the camp. it's probably fine.]

[openhands]

[For the most part, Cassandra's time on the station has been for business purposes. She's picked up a few jobs here and there to put more money in her pocket and also to give her the excuse of hitting things aside from the punching bag. But when it comes to the planet? With the exception of looking after people who have made the decision to go down there, Cassandra has very little desire to return after one night down there.]

[Instead of looking for her there, you can find her on the Red Fish beating the crap out of the punching bag. She spends a better part of her day doing just that. She can be convinced, however, to give the punching bag a break and hit you instead if you'd like. Or you guys can chat, I guess. If you're into that sorta thing.]

[Sometimes though, she can be found in her room. She sits or lays down on her bed, reading quietly while occasionally tuning into her communicator to see if there's anything new to be made aware of. Other times, she is praying either silently or whispering it just under her breath.]