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[theboogieman]

Who: The crew of the SS Red Fish
Broadcast: n/a probably
Action: yep, it's a ship mingle
When: some time around the snow planet?

[yep. they all got business to attend to. new planet, new crewmate, new problems...]

Comments

just for Cecil atm

[aberrant_type]

[Two cups of tea steam on the galley table. Hange sips at one, in a relaxed posture; the other one is for Cecil.]

So, it's not as if you're unwelcome here in my books, but I'm surprised you transferred so suddenly. Did something happen?

[proteusmoon]

[ When Cecil woke up to the sound of Diamond's voice, the first thing that popped into her head was "Makoto is gone". And she closed her eyes again, trying to will herself back to sleep because facing that truth was too difficult and she would really rather not be bothered with it on top of the situation with Kaneis today.

That ends quickly though when she heard Diamond announce she's giving up her captain title and being transferred to the Red Fish.

Then, Cecil's eyes snapped open and she bolted upright in bed so fast that she made herself a little dizzy. After a few deep breaths and looking around, it was confirmed-- she was not on the Wonderduck anymore and the knowledge made her feel sick. She dropped out of the top bed of the bunk she woke up in, and headed (albeit reluctantly) to wash up.

When she's decent again, she mostly just... stands around in the galley, shaking her head at the pile of actual pudding sitting on the table beside Hange's cups of tea, upset and not wanting to believe what she knows is true, but it's hard to argue with reality, of course. ]

I didn't transfer. They just put me here.

[aberrant_type]

[Woah, she raises her eyebrows and takes a sip of tea to buy time. Okay, she just assumed... but she believes Cecil.]

I suppose they could if anyone could.

Will you transfer yourself back?

[proteusmoon]

I doubt my crew would welcome me back after this. Not all of us were getting along so well the last time I saw them. I made some comment about transfers being possible if tensions were too overwhelming to one of them and I'm sure he now believes I did this on purpose.

[aberrant_type]

If you really wish to turn the situation around, I doubt it's as unsalvagable as that. [She sips her tea.] You might have a time with some tension, but sometimes that can be resolved with time.

On the other hand if you want to stay here, that's fine; I want that much to be clear.

[proteusmoon]

You don't know Kaneis.

[ She wraps her hands around her own cup of tea, but doesn't drink anything from it just yet, simply allowing the heat of the tea to soak into her skin as a means of comfort. ]

I'm not sure my request to be returned would be approved anyway, considering Atroma put me here with no consideration for what I wanted, so I'm relieved to hear that, at least. I'd be... a little upset if you tried kicking me off. I imagine Zhas won't be pleased, as it is.

[theboogieman]

[for whatever reasons someone might want to find Zhas, he is in the kitchen, carefully cutting up bits of raw ostrich against a cutting board and dropping them in a pan with some other things--oil, canned vegetables, some kind of spice.

he's still got a skull painted on his face, but he's also... wearing... an apron... instead of his usual coat. you know, to keep his clothes clean. it smells good, whatever it is.]

[proteusmoon]

[ And here is Cecil, going to the kitchen to force herself to eat something, but when she sees Zhas cooking, she turns sharply on her heel to walk right out of there again. They'd spotted each other sooner, but it seemed both of them had the same idea about how to deal with the situation: don't.

She almost makes it out too, but she catches sight of the apron he's wearing and she's so surprised by it that she stubs her toe on the door, alerting pretty much everyone in the whole ship to her presence in the kitchen. ]

[theboogieman]

[he kind of knows she's there. it's a small ship. he's keenly familiar with what her strange magics feel like, now. so he's not surprised when he hears her walk into the kitchen, and then walk right back out again.

...he is surprised to hear the botched exit. he stops what he's doing, paused halfway through raising his knife, and turns to look...]

[proteusmoon]

[ She hisses a curse under her breath, mostly directed at herself, and hops back on one leg for a moment before setting her bumped foot down and shaking her head with annoyance. She pointedly tries very hard not to pay him any mind, trying to make it seem as though she wasn't just attempting to make a run for it, though the silence where the telltale sound of a knife hitting a surface should be tells her he's definitely stopped doing what he was doing and now he's looking at her make a fool of herself. ]

[theboogieman]

[...well, he clicks his tongue and goes back to cutting. lucky for her, he's not too interested in making fun of something that stupid. they aren't on that good of terms yet.

he also taps the cutting board with the flat side of his knife, a couple of times, to let her know he doesn't care if she comes in. sure, that's... kind of hard to guess since it has absolutely nothing to do with that to a normal person, but hey.]

[aberrant_type]

[She glances in at what he's cooking. Hange already has the scratchy grey sweater pulled on over... the uniform she arrived in, actually: white pants, very high black boots flared at the knee, a cream shirt and tan jacket over that. The shirt and jacket are concealed under the sweater but for the collar, of course.

Then around her shoulders and head she's wrapped the great traveling cloak: traces of white patterning are visible, the wings broken into abstraction by folding and layering.]

What are you making?

[theboogieman]

[lookin' good, Hange... Zhas pauses in his work to look over at her, but he doesn't hesitate to tilt his head in the direction of the pan, inviting her over. she can come look for herself.]

[aberrant_type]

[She does, sniffing briefly over the pan. Mmm...]

Not bad. I didn't know you were a cook.

[theboogieman]

[he shrugs... he's never considered himself such, but he guesses it's true...

he's almost done chopping up meatstuff, so he'll finish the last of that now.]

[mortalcoil]

[Coil's got himself a new piece of technology, picked fresh from the shady planetside shops. it's not often that he gets so excited about something like this, but the hope of being free of a little frustration is fueling him.

...if only it would work.

the quiet boy has deep wells of patience for a great many things in life... but technology is not one of them, and his augment is not helping him as much as he'd like.

so, he's kneeling beside an open panel below one of the network stations, new toy (which looks mostly like a flat square of plastic) plugged into the ports there. alternating between leaning up so he can see the comm screen and peck at the keys there, and plopping back down on the ground so he can dink around with the mysterious piece of hardware... things are not going as planned.

finally, with a hiss of breath between his teeth, his temper snaps and he slams a fist down on the comm's keyboard.

ugh. great. one more thing not going right in his life. ...being an angsty teenager is hard.]

[aberrant_type]

[She hears that temperamental keysmashing and pops her head in to see what's going on.

When it's Coil... she raises her eyebrows briefly. She's not entirely opposed to the idea of letting him struggle by himself, but she'll give this a shot, at least.]

What have you got?

[mortalcoil]

[he always feels guilty when he lets his anger show like that, but he's been finding it harder and harder to care so much about that lately. so, it's a conflicted sort of glower that he shoots back at Hange when he hears her.

but the expression really isn't at her, so he's quick to avert it again, following with a defeated sigh.

he picks up and waves the panel of hardware by way of explanation, and then flaps an annoyed hand at the computer. whatever it is, it's not working and he's giving up on it.]

[aberrant_type]

[Her expression doesn't betray any reaction to his grouchiness, but she does come in the room and crouch to take a look at what he bought. What did he buy, anyway?]

[mortalcoil]

[he hands it over like he doesn't want to see it anymore... and it really does just kind of look like a panel of white plastic, with a cord that may or may not need to be attached at all times, and a few identical buttons along one edge.

...but then he holds out a little plastic stylus, and that probably makes the whole thing make way more sense in context.]

[aberrant_type]

[Early one morning while they're planetside Hange gets up early and braves the cold to go fishing. Sokka is to thank for the idea. Some hours later she returns with stinging ears and very red cheeks but a decent stringer of fish, mostly frozen by now.

Not that that's so terrible. They're just hard enough to be easier to cut so she goes at it in the kitchen, humming to herself as she beheads and guts them, splitting the cold bodies and cleaning them. She gets a pan and steals some of Zhas' oil for frying. If he gets mad, she figures she can probably buy him off with fish.

Maybe they can have a nice fried-fish breakfast together and pretend like they're a crew of comrades who get along. If you perform a lie long enough it can become real, anyway. So the smell of fish hangs in the air, slowly replaced with the more delicious smell of frying fish, and Hange can be found humming to herself still, and frying, and pinching her still-chilled ears to get warmth back into them. Good morning Red Fish. Your captain says hello.]

[mortalcoil]

[like a stray animal, Coil just quietly comes creeping at the smell, skirting around the edges of the area. just circling until he makes up his mind.

and when he does, he just slips in through the doorway and hangs at a distance, silently observing and looking over the gory aftermath of this cooking adventure. not really seeking out her attention or gaze, or going out of his way to make his presence known. but he's there.]

[aberrant_type]

[A trick with cats that Hange knows is that when a cat is shy, attention just makes it shyer. Nervous felines don't come scampering up to people who coo and stare at them, but they might edge closer to someone who is to all appearances ignoring them.

So she doesn't even react to him other than raising a hand briefly before another fish goes into the pan to sizzle.]

[mortalcoil]

[it's a good tactic. he appreciates the space--it gives him room to move and exist without conflict. it's almost a lure, really. he continues his meandering way into the room until he can pause near the discarded fish bits, picking up a nearby utensil to poke at them with, while peeking over to see what she's cooking.]

[aberrant_type]

[Most of them are still a little iced over. Made it nice and easy to chop. As for what she's cooking - just more frying sides of fish. Smells good though. There's a spare plate with a paper towel on it piled with finished pieces, just sitting there. Hange continues to ignore him.]