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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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[No man Hange eats like a wolf with a reasonable idea of what table manners entail. They can crouch over their separate bowls and inhale their food like a good pack. Hange is so into it. This chicken will be gone within five minutes and then she leans back, sighs contentedly, and then burps. Ah, better out then in.]

Excuse me.

[he eats very neatly as well; "mother" taught him good manners. he's just used to having maybe two minutes to wolf down whatever food he has on hand before having to move again. he also scrapes with his teeth--since he'd normally not want to mess up his paint.

he finishes not long after her and shoves his bowl away. leans forward and props his head up with a hand on his neck. looks content and aimless.]

[She just sits. Basks in being still kind of drunk and also now full of food.]

Hmm... what was your story? Hm?

Huh? [he... slumps even further forward, watch that little hamster spin in its wheel until he finally remembers what she's talking about.] Oh, Jack. The Giant Killer.

That's the one! Tell me your giant story. [ENTHUSED as per usual]

There's... A lot of them...

[oh... man this is going to be difficult. he can only remember one of them clearly. he loved them when he was a kid, but now that he's older... he starts telling something in that soulless monotone of his, gesturing very vaguely, maybe slipping into sign language just to think of the right words...]

Okay, okay. So there's this farmer, Jack. The kingdom is stuck in a... drought. And his farm is all dried up so he goes to the market to trade his cow for food... or something. When he's there he meets this... guy who is selling magic beans. Or he says they're magic. Jack thinks they're magic... So he trades his last cow for magic beans and goes back to his farm, and everyone thinks he's a dumbass because he traded his last thing for beans that are probably fake, right.

[She's listening but she's also totally distracted by his signing. Staring intently at his hands, very interested. She remembers a few of those letters...

She's just gonna be a terrible listener here.]

Hey. Hey. You should teach me that.

What.

[he drops his hands. didn't even notice.]

Your symbol language! It looks so useful!

Sign.

[which he says while gesturing, a pointed finger backpedaling around the other one.]

[She copes the sign in a jiffy. Doesn't mean anything to her, but y not]

Your sign language. Teach me.

[he squints at her from across the table...]

There's a lot...

I can do it! [Said with perfect confidence.] Teach me.

[where do you even... start with something like that...? he thinks for a minute...]

This is "Zhas"... [he gestures slowly for her, three fingers on both hands held like claws and dragged down his side.] And "Coil" is... [another gesture, like he's locking his heart with an invisible key.]

[Oooh... she copies the signs promptly. And then, once she does it once, she just absently repeats them again and again, alternating their names.]

Does the hand matter? Right or left?

[he shakes his head.] Be consistent.

[Her right hand is dominant, so she'll go with that.]

What else?

Edited (NOT THAT ICON) 2014-12-08 21:54 (UTC)

This is yours. [it's the sign for 'glasses', like he's pinching the corner of some invisible box near his eyes and pulling outward.] This is "Hange".

[She copies that one too and then does his name again. Zhas Hange Zhas Hange Zhas Hange. Zhas Hange Coil Coil Hange Zhas. Nonsense babble of names in sign language.]

What else? Nunnally?

[another sign, two claws being waved down over his shoulder. a gesture for wavy hair.]

Cute. [Nunnally Zhas Nunnaly Zhas Nunnally Coil Zhas Hange. Sign language babytalk here.]

[he'll show her a few more, but he's not really looking to see if she does them right... he's busy looking to the side, just trying to think of words that would be helpful.]

Report... Talk... Sleep... Eat... [uh, what else does he use a lot...?] Danger...

[...he seems stumped after that, though.]

[She dwindles off into silence herself. Just runs through the signs again and again, though they're a little slushy in their formation because she's still pretty drunk. Saying each word mentally and mouthing it as she forms it... this could be useful for Eren. When he's in his titan form he can't talk... but if he was in control, he could do signs like this... that would be invaluable. Invaluable...

She might be stuck here but if she learns and does enough maybe there's things that she can take home...]

Mmmm... [She looked very thoughtful there. Now her eyes flick up to Zhas.]

More later. When you're not... drunk out of your head.