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driftfleet2015-09-16 12:28 pm
theboogieman) wrote in driftfleet2015-09-16 12:28 pm
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Red Fish Mingle
Who: Red Fish Crew!
Broadcast: None!
Action: Yes!
When: Dinner time!
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[there is an almost-long-standing tradition in the Skullface Household regarding having a certain dinner on a certain night of the month because certain creepy vampire hunters just kind of miss the food that their moms used to make sometimes. Zhas had been unsuccessful in aquiring the ingredients until very recently--when he figured out that this economy-sized pack of Floot Loop Macaroni was not actually Floot Loop flavored (they're just "loop" shaped, whatever that means...) and that there's a place down on the dusty moon that sells little meat-based sausage things that are basically hotdogs if you squint at them a little.
so one night when everyone's home, the crew gets a text from Zhas saying 'KITCHEN', which is somewhat-helpfully followed up with, 'there is food'.
because guess what losers it's a RED FISH FAMILY DINNER and he secretly likes all of you enough to share.
so sit your ass down around the table and start eating because there is a ton of crappy out-of-the-box macaroni with little meat pieces in it!! there's also bread and bowls and utensils and whatever else other people contribute. tag in with food prep, or showing up, or already eating, or all of those things... threadjacking (and breadjacking) is highly encouraged so do what makes you happy it's freakin' macaroni night.
suck it Blue Fish we can have a nice dinner too (I'm kidding it'll be a mess)]
Broadcast: None!
Action: Yes!
When: Dinner time!
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[there is an almost-long-standing tradition in the Skullface Household regarding having a certain dinner on a certain night of the month because certain creepy vampire hunters just kind of miss the food that their moms used to make sometimes. Zhas had been unsuccessful in aquiring the ingredients until very recently--when he figured out that this economy-sized pack of Floot Loop Macaroni was not actually Floot Loop flavored (they're just "loop" shaped, whatever that means...) and that there's a place down on the dusty moon that sells little meat-based sausage things that are basically hotdogs if you squint at them a little.
so one night when everyone's home, the crew gets a text from Zhas saying 'KITCHEN', which is somewhat-helpfully followed up with, 'there is food'.
because guess what losers it's a RED FISH FAMILY DINNER and he secretly likes all of you enough to share.
so sit your ass down around the table and start eating because there is a ton of crappy out-of-the-box macaroni with little meat pieces in it!! there's also bread and bowls and utensils and whatever else other people contribute. tag in with food prep, or showing up, or already eating, or all of those things... threadjacking (and breadjacking) is highly encouraged so do what makes you happy it's freakin' macaroni night.
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[yeah, it would kind of ruin some of the surprise he'd been going for--but Zhas can be found doing things for at least a good-half hour before dinner. he's in front of the stove, wearing a full face of skull makeup and a very serious apron. because he doesn't want to get food on his shirt, duh.]
(B) DURING THE THING
[look, he's participating! sitting at the table, trying to converse with you in sign language about something. he's doing it between shoveling spoonfuls of food in his mouth, but at least you don't have to worry about him talking with his mouth full...
oh, he's asking about birthdays! if you can... gather that from his one-handed signing... or know enough sign to even... that it...]
During dinner!!
well, Coil is very pointedly looking at his food, so focused on that, so he can't 'hear' you. sorry, ask someone else.]
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I don't know it.
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'w h y ?' he signs, the letters. everyone should know their birthday.]
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[Shrug.]
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[which is less the 'oh' of awkward surprise and more the 'oh' of 'well, that explains that.' he signs back, roughly: 'We find you birthday.'
much more eloquently, back towards Coil: 'What do you think her birthday should be?'
is he serious? he always looks serious. maybe he's smirking a little, though.]
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he doesn't worry about it for too long though, because--whether Zhas is serious or not--he still answers quickly with, 'Christmas.'
Coil hates Christmas.]
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What was that word? What did he say?
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[He's picking up on the sign, but not enough to know a word like that.]
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[In the tone of who cares; that's never been a priority back home.]
Remember my name day, though.
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[She doesn't really think that's why Zhas asked, though. He's not a celebration sort.]
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[Chuckle.]
I think only gods can do that.
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A
But that's not to say he doesn't sometimes crave a little variety, and not only the kind that cutting into the ship's vermin population has given him. So when he smells something new in the kitchen, he's there in an instant, peering over Zhas's shoulder with wide eyes.]
What's that?
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Not done.
A!
Zhas, may I help? [she talks instead of signing because she doesn't want to make him look away from his prep work if he's in the middle of an important step]
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he stops stirring things to look down at her, though... and then look back at his pots... and then back down at her. he'd kind of had a plan with this. he's never actually had anyone help him cook things before. ever.
...but Nunnally's good at things like this? so he nods, even if he's a little unsure about it.]
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[it's not that he's suspicious, per se, because Zhas busying in the kitchen isn't exactly an unexpected thing... but Coil does kind of seriously hesitate at the door while he decides whether or not to commit to actually entering the eating area. just kind of lingering there--scoping out who's there, peering at the food from a distance, trying to ascertain exactly what kind of dinner awaits him in there.]
EATING!
[okay, okay. he's here. he's a little hunched over his bowl, trying to seem like he's entirely focused on his food... but he's quietly paying attention to the group at large, for once.
between his usual struggles with dinner--feeding bites carefully to the back of his mouth so he can chew them effectively, and washing it down with sips of water--he's stealing glances at the others and watching them interact.
maybe's he's finally resigning himself to the fact that he's living with these people, for better or worse, and should probably pay more attention to them.]
EATING
'Much better with Cassandra gone.']
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...but this catches him off-guard enough to strike just the right chord. he might even be enjoying himself right now, and being reminded of a time when he certainly was not, makes his expression lighten.
he nods-- agreeing wholeheartedly.]
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which is why he now feels comfortable gossiping at the dinner table.
'What do you think of Nux?']
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and then he can't help but glance in Nux's direction, because their newest crewmember has been picking up a little bit of their language already. which maybe gives away the fact that he might care if Nux caught on to the fact that they were talking about him.
he shrugs a little, and tries turning the question around.
'What do you think of him?']
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he points at himself, like there's any question. his eyebrows go up in mild surprise--which is a pretty big expression, for Zhas. he can't believe how dodgy that answer was.]
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so, his jaw tightens a little before he nods. he's really trying to seem more sure about it this time.]
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on the bright side, he doesn't seem mad about it. on the less-bright side, he seems to think this is funny. this can't end well.
'You getting shy?']
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'stubborn,' is next, followed by 'he likes his job.'
it's not exactly new information, but it's something.]
B
A lot.
Nux is eating like someone that doesn't get fed often enough -- and to be fair, from the look of him, that's probably been true up until the last couple of months. He'll eat his own bowl, and then seconds, and thirds if he's able. He'll eat everyone else's leftovers right off their plates as soon as they seem like they're finished. He might try do so even when they're not finished, so watch your bowls, everyone.]
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he's a slow eater because he has to be, and he never appears to be enjoying what he's eating. it's a struggle full of frequent pauses, especially when peering over to watch the little details of someone else's behavior across the table is far more fascinating.
he could very easily be mistaken for being more or less done with his meal... or at least maybe not very deserving of it.]
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This is, like, Nux's fifth helping by now, but he shows no signs of slowing. He's never been dangerously full before, but apparently he's challenging that tonight.]
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as it is, Nux only gets it halfway to himself before Coil notices and suddenly snaps a hand out to grab for the nearest wrist, trying to slap it down toward the table.]
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You're not eating it.
[Too damn slow, dude.]
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he stabs a finger down on the table--pointing for Nux to put it back where he got it from, right in front of Coil. it's a silent demand, and it's the only warning Nux is going to get.
hopefully no one else was really expecting a nice family dinner.]
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he just lunges for Nux's other arm, the one without a bowl of food in it. just like he'd done on the bridge during Nux's chaotic welcome, he grabs for that key point so he can twist the joint against bones and nerves.]