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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...]

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[he puts up with that for a very generous four seconds before he (almost involuntarily) shudders away from her touch. there's not much room for him to move away, but he somehow manages.

at least her words sound... well, he's not sure if he agrees with any of it, or even fully understands, but it still sounds like something she might have said, and that in itself is a little comforting. he still doesn't look at her.]

I can't help him if he sneaks around my orders. Do you understand.

[ When he moves away, she withdraws her hands out of respect for his unspoken wish not to be touched anymore, not offended herself in the least bit. She recognizes that it's really a wonder he stayed still for as long as he had, after all. ]

Of course I do. A lot of your yelling could have been avoided if you had just said this in the first place.

I don't know how things were done exactly where you're from, but it seems rather clear that communication wasn't too important or even welcomed. You aren't at home anymore. You know this already. All of us on this ship are accustomed to leading at home, and we all have our own methods and ideas as to how to approach that. You can't simply treat us like insubordinates and expect us to obey without question or conjecture. Please don't raise your voice at me like that again when all I am doing is trying to understand the situation.

I will do as you wish with Coil, unconditionally. He is your responsibility and your only direct connection to your home world. I respect that. I belong on this ship even less than I belong on any of the others and it is not my intention to make matters worse.

[as bad as he is at talking, at least he seems like a good listener.

because he lets her talk. he had his words, she can have hers, even if he holds tension in his jaw and his shoulders and has to fight down his own disagreements. yes, he's used to leading. yes, he knows this is a different place, a different situation. his throat hurts. the food is still cooking on the stove.

her words settle in the air and, after a silence, he says the one thing he thinks is worth saying.]

Why don't you think you belong here.

[ She looks at him a bit like she can't really believe he's asking that. ]

It's not a matter of belief. I know I don't. In truth, none of us belong in this world. We belong in the places we were born.

I took up the responsibility to lead that ship and help the people on it to the best of my ability. And now I'm here instead. Even if I didn't choose this, I would still be abandoning them if I didn't try everything in my power to get back to them.

Besides that, it is not a secret we aren't friends.

No.

[to what, zhas? what was that saying no to? he glances behind himself, at the cooking food. the situation has lost steam. he's still angry, but no angrier than he always is.]

Might be here for a reason.

[...excuse him, he needs to turn the stove off and flip the food over before it burns.]

[ Well, then, he can do that while she just stands there, feeling really confused and mildly bewildered. Here for a reason? Who? What? She's not sure she understands what he means by that at all. It feels a bit like she should be surprised he even commented in the first place, but the remark still certainly leaves much to be explained. And she doesn't feel as if asking will even get her anywhere right now. ]

[give him a moment--he reaches for a bowl, scoops up a serving, and holds it out with the assumption that Cecil is going to take it from him.]

What do you know about vampires.

[ The question seems to make her instantly uncomfortable-- so much so that she forgets to plainly refuse the bowl. Instead, she just gulps hard and her brow furrows, blue-eyed gaze dropping to the floor in thought. ]

They are vile creatures who literally thrive off of the bloodshed and suffering of others, in the plainest and most direct of ways.

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