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[aberrant_type]

Who: SS Red Fish crew
Broadcast: nup
Action: yurp. It's a crew mingle!
When: Today/forward-dated according to preference.

[Holy smokes, Red Fish had four people now! They're almost finished forming a five man band. Who's gonna be the leader? Who's gonna be the lancer? If Hange is the leader, is Zhas the lancer? Wait, obviously Zhas is The Big Guy. So Coil is The Smart Guy? Does Nunnally have to be the chick? No way, Nunnally. We believe in you. You're way too useful to be the chick. UwU ♥ ]

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[aberrant_type]

[When Hange isn't in her lab, she's usually in the recreational area doing some kind of awful workout or sprinting on the treadmill. As sad and bare as their gym area is, she would go stir crazy without that way of letting out her internet, so everyone should be really glad they have a treadmill.

Even if Hange tends to hog it sometimes. Well, not now. Now she's started a round of hip dips. It smells sweaty in here and she's breathing hard. At least she's being quiet?]

[mortalcoil]

[the newbie has done an exceptional job of avoiding everyone so far... until Zhas sends him a message saying to meet him in the cargo bay. which also doubles as the gym.

so, he slips in and... stops when he sees that it's already occupied.

how awkward.

he's going to hang awkwardly around the entrance for a few minutes until he can decide whether or not he should disobey his orders and head somewhere else instead...]

[aberrant_type]

[Too late, when she notices him she pops up and comes on over to say hello. Aggressive friendliness!]

Hey there, kiddo! Haven't seen you around much so far!

[mortalcoil]

[he retreats a step or two, quietly putting his back almost against the wall. like she's coming at him with a weapon instead of a greeting.

and he just stares at her with nothing but vague wariness. so friendly, this kid.]

[aberrant_type]

Easy there, kiddo. [this... This is nothing. Hange is a freak of nature in her own right. People have called her an aberrant type human and not been entirely wrong. And she works with teenagers, some of whom are sulky by nature.

It also hasn't escaped her that he's both stuck to the text option and/or kept mum]

You're doing a good job hiding on the ship so far. You came here for Zhas or yourself, hm?

[mortalcoil]

[the only thing that could maybe be construed as an answer is the way he glances toward the door. it's on his blind side, so it requires him to turn his head. and he doesn't point to himself as an answer, so she's welcome to read into it if she wants.]

[aberrant_type]

[maybe. Eh...]

Aw, don't think of running off just yet. I don't bite.

[mortalcoil]

[he almost looks skeptical about that, as he flattens out the line of his mouth and avoids eye-contact]

[theboogieman]

[and here he was, foolishly thinking he could finally snag some time alone in the recreation area... but he shows up and Hange is already there, and he has to stop and stand there and reassess how badly he actually wants this.

also yeah he's still got his facepaint on; he might have been expecting someone.]

[aberrant_type]

[Ha ha was he thinking of escape? Too late. She bounces to her feet and grins at him.]

Hey there, champ.

[theboogieman]

[this is... the most hesitant hand-up in greeting he has ever given. hey.......]

[aberrant_type]

[Waving back, with gusto! This is your life now Zhas]

What brings you here? Training? We could work out a regime together!

[theboogieman]

[his small, ineffectual groan suggests that he is not really down with this idea.]

[aberrant_type]

[She looks at him and... bursts out laughing. So easy to tease.]

[mortalcoil]

[he doesn't have a room of his own, which is very awkward. he doesn't even have the lab to himself, which makes this ship inferior to his first in some ways.

he puts it off for as long as he can... but sooner or later, he's got no other choice. especially with how sick he's beginning to feel, he needs to reconnect with something very important.

he either loses some of his ability, or he carries out an unholy little ritual in the quietest corner of the ship that he can find.

so, trying to pick a time when he guesses that everyone will either be in the bunk, makeshift gym, or kitchen, he sneaks onto the bridge, and finds a place as far from the door as he can. up against the wall near the helm, under the watch of the stars beyond the windows, he sets up the best meditation spot he can manage.

without candles or any other objects of power, he's had to cannibalize pieces of paper from around the ship. lab notes, paper towels, paper wrappers... whatever he can find to draw sigils on, all placed carefully on the floor around where he sits.

he doesn't seem to be doing much, aside from staring up out into the infinite black with an unfocused eye. he also doesn't seem to be very aware of his surroundings... but, surprise! the tiniest sound will disturb him.]

[theboogieman]

[he walks into the room--not particularly sneaky. Coil's got plenty of warning.

though Zhas gives Coil's crazy necromancy about two seconds of thought before he turns around and walks right back out again.]

[mortalcoil]

[...


thanks buddy.]

[theboogieman]

[he keeps going. his footsteps stop right outside the door.

so he is either hovering (something Zhas never does; if he wanted something, he'd interrupt him), or he's watching the door so that no one else walks in and bothers him for a while.]

[theboogieman]

[surprise surprise, it's 4am and Zhas is rummaging through the lab, looking for something. he's wearing his skullish facepaint (has been a lot more, now that Coil is on the ship) and his right hand is bleeding. he looks like he might have punched a brick wall, or something.

he can't... find whatever he's looking for, though. he doesn't seem distressed, just annoyed.]

[aberrant_type]

[Hange is in the lab pretty much all the time, sometimes at odd hours. She left briefly to get some tea, so she comes back when Zhas is still rummaging around for stuff.

Why is she awake? God only knows and good luck asking her. She looks a little sleepy-eyed but mostly curious, though.]

What's got you up so late?

[theboogieman]

[he looks up from his rummaging to see a sleepy-eyed Hange... he says nothing, but the hand that's holding a large trauma pad is obviously bleeding and starting to swell...

so there's... that. he looks back down and starts picking through another drawer.]

[aberrant_type]

[Well, she doubts he was slapping Nunnally around, and she knows it wasn't her. Leaves Coil or some kind of self inflicted thing.]

Mind if I lend you a hand with that? [She's gonna come over tea in tow to nose into helping anyway.]

[theboogieman]

[and, you know, he'll just kind of... let her, because he's not going to find what he's looking for in here. this lab is Hange's domain, and it has been since they woke up on the ship.]

[aberrant_type]

[She shuffles him over to wait at one of the side tables while she digs around for what she needs to treat this properly. It feels good! Doing a job, since the down time is nice in a sense but she's not used to cooling her heels for so long at a time.]

How's it feel, kiddo? You didn't break anything, did you?

[theboogieman]

[he remains standing, but waits there with a bizarre patience. he's less anxious when he's got something to focus on. a problem that's being remedied.

he shakes his head at the question, wiggling his fingers to test. they're... sore... but nothing's broken.]