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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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[Oh! Her eyes spark with interest and she edges in a little closer.]

Ah, hand code! Excellent! [Well it's obvious who he's talking about, but of course she doesn't understand that.]

Can you spell your name for me, kiddo?

[he squints a little, almost suspicious. he doesn't know if she actually understands, but... whatever.

he rattles the letters off fast]

'C-O-I-L'

[Fascinating. Scouts do some signing to each other, but it's hard to pass on lots of detailed messages with the speed their battles usually go at; a letter code wouldn't be so useful in general... except maybe, this is something she could take home for Eren.

She spells his name right back. She flubs the change between C and O a little because they're so similar, but I and L come out nice and clear.]

[he corrects her--more because he doesn't want to be called something weird than anything else--and the distinction between the two is clear when he takes his time with it]

[She rattles off his own name back at him repeatedly. C-O-I-L C-O-I-L C-O-I-L - and then breaks off, laughing.]

Great! How about your buddy, hm?

[...he literally draws a question mark in the air with a finger.

what about him?]

How do you spell his name?

[ah... this time, aside from the first one, the letters are cryptic as hell and make very little sense when compared to the shapes of the written letters. and again, he almost pointedly speeds right through them]

'Z-H-A-S'

[The distinction between A and S are the ones that come out muddled this time; they're so similar. In spite of how Coil races along she takes her time spelling out the symbols, clearly not bothered.]

[he's not going to correct her this time. she can just figure that one out for herself.

he does point at her though, in a vaguely questioning way]

Zoe Hange! [Z-O-and no E because their names didn't have an E H-A-no N no G no E}

'Z-O-E'

[he'll sign that much. mostly because he has no idea how her last name would be spelled.

so, there. she can have an E.]

[Z-O-E C-O-I-L Z-H-A-S good, excellent, there will be much sign language babytalk in Coil's future. And she laughs again.] Good teacher!

[he frowns a little and glances away unhappily. and shrugs.

but, at least he's got some slim avenue for communication, he supposes.]

Well, if you feel like sharing more, I'd like to learn.

[he gives a very noncommittal nod. he'll think about it, maybe.]

So, kiddo, are you just gonna stand around here til your buddy gets here?

[he shrugs, but then looks past her after a minute.

he points at the measly treadmill and spells out a word, complete with one of those drawn question marks at the end]

'A-L-L-?'

[There's a second where she parses that. But... neat. Man, she's pretty sure that the crew will come around with a bit of work, but she hopes she can squeeze the alphabet out of him without too much effort.]

Yup. I'm afraid that's it. [She shrugs.]

[he frowns, much more intentionally this time. it's meant to be communicative.

the sign might not be one that she knows explicitly, but it's clearly one of distaste--a flat hand set on his mouth and then flicked away. he clearly doesn't like it.]

We-eeell... [Yeah that doesn't need a direct translation] I'm used to a better setup myself. But there's still things we can do. You're welcome to work out with me while you're waiting.

[he hesitates. the reluctance is clear in his face while he takes another glance around... but the thought of getting some kind of training in before Zhas shows up to test him is just too tempting.

he gets an idea, but he stalls over trying to figure out how to ask it.

eventually, he opts for charades. he mimes holding something in font of him, almost like one would hold into the handles of a bike. but then he keeps his fingers in that shape and draws his hands out to the side, showing that whatever it is is very long. he ends with as far as his arms can extend out to the sides, showing with flat hands that it ends at that length on either side.

and then a question mark sign and he points around curiously. as if asking if she's got anything like what he demonstrated lying around]

[... Mmm... there's a pause... as she mulls what he just demonstrated over.]

A staff user, huh?

[he nods! kind of relieved she got it so fast]

[Aw.] Nope! There's nothing like that around here. We might be able to equip you with something similar when we stop at a waystation or a planet, though, depending on what you can work with. I use swords myself, I'm not looking forward to trying to replace my gear. [Because it'll literally be impossible.]