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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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[aberrant_type]

[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.

[aberrant_type]

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.

[aberrant_type]

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.

[aberrant_type]

I'm afraid it doesn't mean much to me. Before I arrived here, I'd never been off my planet... in fact, leaving home in this way would have been completely impossible. The last thing on anyone's minds.

[She grins a little. More like an absent showing of teeth.]

As for me, I'm a scout. But I expect my experience in the military isn't quite like what you're envisioning.

[parricida]

Do tell.

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[aberrant_type]

To understand our military setup, you need to understand the situation humans at home are in. That is to say, we live within the walls to protect us from the titans, giant humanoids outside that stalk and devour humans whenever they can.

[aberrant_type]

[AND SUDDENLY]

And oh, there is so much I could tell you about titans! They're just so precious, once glimpse of their dreamy gentle smiles and they'll capture your heart forever! Titans vary from about 3-meter types to the biggest we've seen, sixty-meter types! Their innards are hot! So incredibly, unbelievably hot! If a human survives the grinding teeth, they'll undoubtedly be boiled to death in the stomach!

Titans don't eat due to hunger, no. We know this because when a titan fills its stomach, it won't stop eating and go away - instead it vomits out what it's consumed! Piles of humans to a one, men, women and children, haha!

[RLLY GETTING INTO HSI FACE HERE]

[parricida]

[WOW BACK UP THERE FRIEND

That being said, he is somewhat charmed. It's somewhat sociopathic, her sheer joy at these predators, but he can't deny the appeal of someone intelligent enough to research them. No wonder she's a scout, if she's so passionate; it must be a dream, to have initial access to them.]

Have you found what does drive them, then? They sound like no animal I've heard of.

[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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[aberrant_type]

I would never dissect a sentient creature without ample reason!

[jeez.]

[aberrant_type]

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.

[aberrant_type]

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.]

[aberrant_type]

[She raises an eyebrow. Ah, this kid. Big and inarticulate. Ah well.]

Do you think it's likely that your little friend will go running off to try and take on jobs on his own without letting anyone know?

[theboogieman]

[that's him. he thinks for a second, but shakes his head... doesn't bother to separate it from his next thought, though.]

He'd be good at it.

[aberrant_type]

I don't mind that, but we don't entirely know what we might be dealing with out here.

Obviously he'd probably work best with you, but I don't exactly feel secure about him going off alone. If things took a turn for the worse...

[theboogieman]

[he seems to give her words some thought, at the very least. he looks aside, mulls things over. if he has any disagreements, he doesn't voice them. then again, he doesn't exactly voice agreement either.]

I understand.