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Who: Red Fish crew - Hange, Garak, Zhas and Coil
Broadcast: n/a
Action: On the Red Fish deck
When: shortly after the shuffle and Garak's arrival

[The ship is small enough that when their new crewmate appears, Hange can round up the boys just by taking a stroll through the ship and yelling.]

Zhas! Coil! We have a new recruit, let's meet in the galley!

[Time for everyone to get comfy with each other. And also, discuss ship upgrades, this seems like a convenient time to do that.]

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TEAM MEETING TEAM MEETING

[aberrant_type]

[Hange is just there chilling at the table, of course. She looks pretty relaxed. Waiting for the boys to show. Sure is a lot of testosterone on this ship now.]

[parricida]

[It would be far too much to hope for another alien on this ship. Aside from Vash, who was alien only based on his say-so, Garak seems to be the only non-human in this entire fleet. A pity, but something that he's unfortunately used to. At least it's not Bajorans; these people have no real reason to hate him on sight.

He smiles politely as he enters the galley. The woman there looks captain-like-- she looks relaxed, and judging by that yelling, used to being obeyed. That's a bit of a relief; it would be a pity to have deal with incompetence.]

Garak. Your newest crew member.

[He nods politely and takes a seat-- right where he can view the door, of course.]

[theboogieman]

[the Red Fish's resident security officer is not far behind... he's dressed in his heavy wool coat and a full face of skullish paint, as usual. his dimly-glowing orange eyes add to the theatrical menace, and he doesn't bother being subtle with looking Garak over as he enters... but at least when he grabs a chair, it's just to drag it against the wall near the door instead of throwing it at someone.

he sits down. Coil should be right behind him.]

[mortalcoil]

[and Coil is indeed right behind him. he had to be... retrieved, but he's at least tailing along obediently now. the kid's only a year or two over the middle of his adolescence, but he's full of scars and missing an eye, and his remaining one has the same eerie glow that Zhas' does--but in a dim moonglow white instead of orange. generally quiet and a little severe-looking.

and if Zhas is going to sit near the wall, Coil is going to remain one step more distant, and just stand near his skullfaced superior. sitting is apparently for chumps.

Garak receives the same sort of greeting--one sharp little eye darting over his face, silently tallying up little judgements.]

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[She looks over the remainder of her crew and... perhaps just sighs a little, very softly. She'd very much appreciate Cecil's presence right now. A friendly face for the new guy, who after all hasn't done anything to anyone yet, as little as they might know about him.

But there's no use dwelling on what can't be changed, so with practiced ease Hange pushes the wish down until it disappears. A boat scuttled.]

These two aren't a friendly bunch, Garak. I apologize on their behalf.

[Zhas gets a bit of a pointed look. She expects him to uphold a reasonable standard, at least.]

Meet Zhas and Coil. [She gestures to each of them as she speaks.] Zhas is a security officer, Coil is a lab tech - like me. The captain position is separate, since it isn't obvious. Welcome to the Red Fish.

[parricida]

[He raises a ridge-- not a captain, then-- and offers all three a charming smile. It's not a particularly sincere smile, of course, but at least it's more than the other two are offering.]

No apologizes needed. I'm aware not all humans are particularly used to aliens; it's hardly their fault.

[To both of them:]

I promise I shan't bite, you know. You don't have to be afraid.

[theboogieman]

[despite Hange's pointed look, he doesn't seem to change. at all. he might not even blink, if we're taking details. but after a long moment of dense humorlessness, he glances back at Coil and gestures for him to stand in the room. 'Don't be rude', he signs.

and then, hey, okay. he faces the room again, crossing his arms. trying this from another angle. in his usual gravelly monotone:]

What do you do.

[mortalcoil]

[the 'afraid' comment almost warrants a narrower glance, but then Zhas pulls his attention over so he can read the signs.

fine, fine. he steps into the room like he's sort of part of this group, but he doesn't leave the wall or the vicinity of Zhas' side. he folds his arms, leans against the wall, and looks particularly teenagery.]

[aberrant_type]

[This is already some bullshit. She really wishes Cecil was here at this moment... someone else who knew how to get along with others professionally. And she's already kind of making a note that she'll need to talk to Zhas later.

For the moment she smiles... in a professional manner. She's itching to ask Garak some more questions, but right now she'd rather prioritize putting him at ease and getting the crew used to each other in some slight... fashion...]

That's a good question, Garak. I assume you've noticed your augment. Does you know what abilities it's endowed you with?

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[Well, that went about as well as she could've expected... she supposes.

Hange moves to the viewing deck after their meeting, doesn't sit down but takes a brief time to relax before her private conversation partners show up. Something about seeing all those stars... well, it pleases her. She's anxious to get home, but it's also made her happy to see all these humans, and slight variations of humans, in space here. Even if the population in her own world eventually disappears... worst case scenario... elsewhere in the universe, or multitude of universes, humans will survive.

She's pleased about that.

So, she just stays in place, staring out thoughtfully at the stars, posture relaxed. Thinking about Cecil too. An element of regret and worry that the younger woman is gone, and yet hopefully it's for the best. Hopefully, she's home and safe... though there's no way to be sure of that. The reality could be very dark, couldn't it?

But it doesn't bear dwelling on now. They must carry on, just like at home.

She turns to meet her approaching crewmate when they arrive, after the ten minutes are up, and smiles.]

[parricida]

[He waits patiently for Hange and Zhas to finish their conversation, walking around the ship as he does. It's good to be able to walk around, to enter and exit rooms as he pleases, and it gives him a sense of relief to have that freedom.

As he walks, he thinks. Hange seems the most capable person, but this conversation will help him decide how much to speak to her. There's a sharp intelligence behind those glasses, that much is clear, and he'd do well to respect it. Zhas . . . not a threat, really. Possibly worth getting to know, but nothing to fear. And Coil is more a slight interest than anything.

No, it's Hange he must invest his time in right now. Once the ten minutes are up, he comes to the viewing deck, smiling as he sees the stars.]

Lovely, aren't they.

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Lovely and so fascinating.

[After a moment she tenses barely perceptibly, pushing her shoulder blades back towards each other; the softest of clicks can be heard as she resettles something in her skeleton and then relaxes. That's better.]

So, Garak... what do you think?

[parricida]

[He glances over at her. Ever so subtly, his cheery facade winds back somewhat; he gives her a franker gaze.]

A rather unusual crew, but given our circumstances, I can hardly pick and choose, can I? And I'd rather be trapped with those who have knowledge than fools.

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You are always free to transfer to another ship if you prefer, or if things here become unmanageable for whatever reason.

[She's considered that on and off, although she hasn't committed yet.]

I'd rather we all felt comfortable, of course, and that it weren't necessary, but understand that you have the freedom.

[parricida]

Oh, it's hardly that bad. I'm certain I'll manage.

[aberrant_type]

[She just wanted to make him aware, so she lets it go, turning back towards the stars but watching him from the corner of her eye.]

What's your background like, Garak?

[parricida]

As I said: I'm a tailor by trade. I had a shop on a space station in the alpha quadrant-- if that means anything to you. And originally, I'm from a planet called Cardassia.

[He tips his head.]

And you? Military, yes, but that can mean oh so many things.

[theboogieman]

[he spends his ten minutes smoking outside, because he can and he wants to and Hange won't let him do it indoors. he still kind of smells of it when he walks back to the bridge, pulling down on his neck distractedly. he's not sure if he's happy or mad that Cecil's disappeared, but he's definitely still tense and sore after her spontaneously healing him a second time.

hey, captain. what's the deal?]

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[She turns and looks at him with an actual degree of genuine fondness. Slaps him on the back when he gets close enough and turns back to the view.]

What do you think, champ?

[theboogieman]

[oh, he's... not in trouble? he takes the slap to the back like he always does, but the look on his face doesn't really change. maybe he's just a little confused. he takes a moment to condense all of his thoughts, then:]

You can't dissect him.

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I would never dissect a sentient creature without ample reason!

[jeez.]

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Anyway, good job in there, kiddo. I know you were trying.

[theboogieman]

[perhaps the positive reinforcement isn't hitting him like it should, or maybe the whole thing is just tugging on some uncomfortable feeling of his, but her comment doesn't seem to ease him any. he doesn't seem irritable, just... troubled.]

He should be fine. No magic.

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I'm not expecting anyone to be his best friend. As long as we can relate to him professionally, that's all I expect.

[She smooths out too. Eh... it seems like there's something going on here, but either he'll bring it up with her or it'll have to wait, since he doesn't respond well to digging.]

If there's a problem, let me know.

[theboogieman]

[he nods. his troubled expression fades as he decides its not worth bringing up. maybe someday, when he's better at recognizing his own feelings as something other than "foreign" and "unexpected".

he'll wait to see if that's all... or if he's free to go.]