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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?

[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.]

[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]

[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.]