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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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[after a moment, he gives her a (perhaps friendly?) pat on the back.]

[She registers that... slowly... then reaches around and pats him too.]

You're also all right.

Hng... Nah.

[he scratches the back of his head... he's not all right, but thanks.]

Haha, that's true. You're a problem child. [She thumps him companionably instead.] But that's manageable.

[he frowns.

...and then he frowns more and kind of veers to the side so that he can suddenly wretch up like three drinks worth of booze his body was done with a half hour ago.]

Oooohhh no.

[She stumbles after him to rub his back while he pukes, though she tries to stand back at the same time, because she doesn't want that on her shoes. Being drunk makes her more sympathetic and a little more touchy.]

You poor sucker. You need some food in you.

[whooooo yeah okay he's getting kind of spinny here. oof.

he wipes off his mouth and nods weakly... food sounds good...]

[She grabs his arm and his scruff and hauls them both away from the mess, though she lists as she goes. Just, if they stand around there she's going to get sick too. Ah, it's the smell...]

Too bad we don't have anything but that protein garbage, I could go for some sausage right now. But we'll get you set up... [She starts staggering drunkenly back towards where she's pretty sure their ship is. Somehow she isn't falling over, basically because she keeps getting her feet under her before she actually tips.]

[whooo he'd just going to try and be as unpathetic as possible. he's doing okay at walking. it's that iron willpower, man.]

[Hange lets the conversation trail off, such as it is, and concentrates on keeping them both moving. Soon enough they're in sight of their ship. Hopefully with no more vomit incidents.]

[there will be no more vomit incidents. he's actually doing better now that his stomach is not obviously full of poison. he'll slurrily say something, eventually:]

Seriously, you drink... like you don't want to live...

No no no... no no... no no no. That's all wrong! [Her enthusiasm is GREATLY damped, but she's still walking and still much more cheerful than anyone who drowned that much vile stuff has any right to be.]

I'm very glad... I'm alive now! And alive here! Well, not here here... but at home! I'm so glad! Humanity has seen its first hope in one hundred years... I'm so glad!

Uh... huh...

[yeah, Zhas? not so much up on the enthusiasm thing. he will absolutely stumble over and open the entry hatch of their ship, though. home sweet home.]

It's true! [She's insistent.

But now it's her turn to stop and suddenly stumble away.]

Wait... wait a second...

[She's gonna teeter off towards one of the neighboring ships to vomit. Sorry, neighbors.]

But...

[hange... hange no....... he's going to cling onto the door because there is no way in hell he's going to wander out there after her. if she falls asleep in a ditch, no one will come for her. wow the floor is really starting to get kind of a spin to it.]

[no she's on a mission. a vomit mission. she doubles over next to the neighboring ship and pukes next to one of the landing struts.]

Hlllrgh-!

[Terrible vomiting noises... a nice present for the next crew over tomorrow morning :') but not to worry, Zhas, in a few minutes your captain/friendo comes staggering back.]

Whew...! That's better.

You're a princess.

[--he says, leaning heavily on the door. somehow getting even more deadpan:]

Can we go in yet.

One hundred percent incorrect! I'm a... knight. Heh. [Heh. She leans on the door for a moment, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and then pushes by him.] And you're a pumpkin. Let's go in.

I'm the knight. You're just annoying.

[says as he shoves in simultaneously because CLEARLY this is a contest...]

Noooo. I'm a knight. Flying knight.

[She sticks out her foot to try and tangle it up with his... and then grabs for him as she starts to tip over.]

[funny, because 200lbs of person are grabbing onto her back and pretty much doing everything they can to make falling happen anyway. he doesn't even try.

they are going to be in a pile on the floor of the ship. it might be inevitable.]

[TIMBERRRRR

yeah they're hitting the floor. whomp. Hange starts laughing, although it's a little garbled.]

I don't think I've been this drunk since I was a trainee!

[he takes the fall like a champ. grunts, rolls over onto his back, untangles his leg where Hange had tried to trip him...]

You had like six... hundred drinks.

Mmm... but so did you!

[She just stays flopped on her back. Maybe she'll sleep here. She folds her arms under her head, wiggles to make herself comfortable. She put on her uniform to go out... her white pants are severely dusty now, but her cream shirt and tan jacket are holding up okay...]

Ahhhh... this planet sure is a disappointment...

Yeah...

[that's one thing they can agree on. he stares up at the ceiling, taking up more space but otherwise not particularly interested in getting up again.