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[aberrant_type]

Who: HANGE!!! GArak, Coil and Zhas
Broadcast: none
Action: closed to Red Fish crew
When: sometime... when they're in range of the planet... after whenever the waystation mingle goes up...?

[She'll take a look at the spa later - after slowly going a little stir-crazy on the ship, Hange wouldn't close herself in another building (no matter how luxurious) by choice.

Now, just as she's been, she prowls and paces along the edge of the forest, looking in. She looks excited: her eyes wide, pupils dilated, grinning absentmindedly. The movement never quite stops. The whoops and cries of distant birds or other, more alien things; the smell of wet ground and the rustle of leaves... it's like home, just like home, just like being at home, all she needs is her 3DMG and her horse and her squad. If only.

Hange will head in soon. She's seen that path and - it could be a trap, but her nature is way too direct to pass up so courteous an invitation. Soon enough...]

Comments

[theboogieman]

[somewhere outside... while she's prowling around with a gun and an anxiety problem, Zhas catches her and taps her on the shoulder.]

[aberrant_type]

[And she wheels on him. Eyes frigid and her gun is off her shoulder before she realizes what's happening here and jerks it up again, out of the danger zone.]

Don't do that!

[theboogieman]

...

[there's tension in his shoulders, and he lowers the arm that'd quickly turned ready to redirect--but you know, she did almost just point a gun at him. his judgmental lineface is probably kind of deserved, at this point.]

[aberrant_type]

[She visibly shakes herself. And then repeats herself.]

Don't do... that. [WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT ZHAS. Christ. Don't sneak up on people with guns, basic life safety, lordy.

All right, fine. She steps back and slips into signs - just the alphabet, spelling things out. Slow but maybe they could all slow down here.]

Whats it?

[theboogieman]

[he'll pretend the thought to shoot her in the chest never occurred to him. he reads her signs, but doesn't really sign back--he just points at her, points towards the entrance, and tilts his head.]

[aberrant_type]

[Fine then she'll switch back to talking normally.]

Yes, I'm going out. Absolutely.

[theboogieman]

Alone.

[that seems to be his big question. assuming it's a question.]

[aberrant_type]

Unless someone wants to accompany me.

[theboogieman]

[he raises an eyebrow, slightly.]

Said we shouldn't go out on our own.

[aberrant_type]

[On missions. Jeez. Where did this mother henning suddenly come from? That's twice now.]

Are you volunteering to come along?

[theboogieman]

[get used to it, captain. he tilts his head again, debating. depends. now he decides to sign. W-H-E-N.]

[aberrant_type]

[she's a grown-ass woman let her be GOD YOU'RE NOT EVEN HER REAL DAD, GOD

anyway, there's a pause as she registers that, decodes the signs in her head, reads them and formulates a response... in signing. At least part of it.

N-O-W.]

I'll wait fifteen minutes.

[theboogieman]

[he nods and walks away. probably to go... get... ready? or... find Coil? or something, he didn't exactly specify.]

[aberrant_type]

[How sweet. She presumes he's getting ready, because if he makes her wait longer than fifteen minutes, she'll leave without him.]