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Who: Zhas & You!!
Broadcast: None (probably)
Action: Planetside OR Red Fish
When: Forward dated to the 31st, late at night

► PLANET-SIDE

[back home, Zhas had a long-standing tradition of not working on Halloween. he gets totally into it. he puts on his best "normal person" costume and goes out and parties and drinks and talks to the locals like he actually belongs there. it's the one day a year he doesn't obsessively hunt down monsters or worry about his slowly-decaying family.

he may be lightyears away from home, on a planet with no vampires or any proper Halloween festivities, but like hell he's going to let that get in the way of his traditional day off. he can be found hanging around town, dressed in a nondescript black shirt, not covered in weapons, and not wearing any facepaint. he might be kind of hard to recognize--though his eyes are still glowing an unsettling, jack-o-lantern orange under the dim, clouded night sky.

oh, and there's blood on his face. his nose was bleeding, or something. he apparently hasn't noticed. actually, to be completely honest, he's kind of having trouble noticing that he's going to run into things until he nearly stumbles over them. once or twice he has to like, hold his hands out to navigate around a lamp-post. dude's pretty drunk.]

► RED FISH

[...unless you're on the Red Fish. he's cleaned up his face, but he's sort of tipsily putting ingredients together in the kitchen and messing around with the microwave? seriously, he accidentally brushed flour off on his shirt, like, what is he even doing. this is probably how fires start.]

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[maybe. his hand goes up to check for what's usually facepaint; the pattern is so inscribed in his muscle memory that he knows just how to run his finger to fix it.

but then, of course, he remembers that he's not wearing facepaint, and that something that just came off of his face is the wrong color... and... he looks kind of perplexed by this revelation until, suddenly--]

Oh, I got in a fight.

[ She quirks a brow, skeptically. ]

It's hard to believe that any of the people here decided fighting with a guest of theirs they were so eager to meet just days ago was a good idea. Are you certain you didn't just run into a wall?

[ It's a legitimate question! ]

[well, he... deadeyes her over where he's pinching the bridge of his nose now.

he did not run into a wall.]

...A lamp-post?

[ She looks mildly concerned. ]

The hull of a ship?

[...wait, no, hang on, just hold still so that he can step closer and slug her in the shoulder.]

[ O-Ow. She wrinkles her nose a little and swats at his fist after the hit lands. ]

Stop being such a child. You're not at home anymore. No one cares who you were or what you did there, and like it or not, we're all in this together.

[ She loses steam very quickly though and takes a step back, putting more space between them in preparation to walk away. ]

Forget I asked. I'll leave you to it.

Edited 2014-11-03 05:04 (UTC)

[and you know what? he looks genuinely taken aback by what she says. an expression actually makes it onto his face, accompanied by him raising his arms in utter, albeit consistently monotone, confusion.]

What the fuck are you talking about.

Why would I waste my breath trying to explain?

[ She almost scoffs. ]

As I said, forget I said anything. I'm sure that won't be a challenge for you.

[ And she's walking away. ]

[well, he... would love to chalk this one up to "girls are weird" and call it a night, but this seems beyond the usual range. he wants to ask out honest confusion what she is going on about and what he did to deserve such a reception, but... he's slow and she's already walking away and he's still doubling back on everything that she's said.

so she gets to walk away. another time, Cecil.]