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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.]