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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...]

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If we run into a titan, and it's real, your best bet for survival under those circumstances are to blind it and then flee.

[he nods. and then places a hand to his chest--the sign for my--and then spells out p-r-o-b-l-e-m.]

[She squints for a second, and then -]

I disagree. As captain of the ship, it's also my problem.

[he sighs... and this is apparently a big enough deal to him that he bothers to unzip his sweatshirt and fetch the electronic tablet from where it's kept pocketed away inside.

give him a minute to write a few neat words across its surface, and he turns it to show her.]

'No blades.

No bullets.'

Why not?

[he just shakes his head again, resolute. at least he's not being snappy and short-tempered about it.]

Kiddo, I'm not willing to go along with you if you're not prepared to shoot to defend yourself against something like that.

[he does pretty well at keeping the growing frustration quiet, but it's definitely there. he shrugs heavily over the fact that they are clearly at yet another impasse. at first, he's thinking that he'll just have to figure out the simplest way to convey that he's going to head into the forest anyway.

...but, a moment later, a delayed idea catches up with him. he doesn't look happy about the new option coming to mind, but a potential way out of the standstill seems worth it.

he signs out the letters for b-l-i-n-d-?]

[... she might need more elaboration there.]

In the one eye? You?

[he frowns, shakes his head. then he points off towards the trees, way up high. he uses his hands to indicate something huge.

he points at the word on the tablet, and then points at the imaginary titan again. they're supposed to blind the thing?]

Oh. [Now it makes sense.]

If it's real... our best chance at survival is to blind it and then run while it's regrowing its eyes. They regenerate, you see?

[okay, he nods. he's got it. but he still isn't using a gun.

so, he motions for her to turn around.]

[She raises an eyebrow and doesn't move.]

What?

[he hurriedly answers with a sign she's never seen before, and just motions for her to turn around again.]

[Her trust for this kid is at a low point. Both her eyebrows rise... but, all right, after a moment she turns. She'll see what he has going here.]

[once her back is turned, she can hear him plop down on the ground behind her. he's seated with his back to her as well, because he doesn't trust her enough to not expect her to try and peek. but he'll have his work as hidden as he can manage, this way. it will just have to do.

rustling sounds of him probably putting his tablet away and maybe getting something else out of a pocket. unless he's taking clothing off, which would be awkward for everyone.

and then, there is only deliberate, methodical scratching sounds. something being written or drawn or dug through the gravely soil.]

[She folds her arms... but all right, if it's not a setup for a sneak attack, she'll wait. Impatiently.]

[he works as fast as he can, but he doesn't have nearly the components that he would like to have, and trying to scrawl anything in this chunky terrain is not easy. she'll have a few minutes to wait, at least.

until finally, there is a distinct hiss and dull flicker of grey light, accompanied by a horrible feeling shivering up from behind her. it's one of those things that the natural, animal creature in anything living can't help but recoil from, because it is not right.]

[Now she's turning around.]

[and he's still seated on the ground, now working on dragging fingers over the gravel to break up the big ol' unholy-looking symbol he's got drawn in front of him.

he glances back briefly when she turns, holding up a hand for a second, to reassure her that it's no big deal. don't worry about it.]

[Nuh uh.]

What was that about?

[he stands up, shakes out his hands, scuffs up the last of the sigil until it would be only an unrecognizable patch of disturbed earth to anyone happening by. the glow of his eye is brighter now, visible even in the grey, outdoor light.

and to answer her, he shows her what look like a few tiny chunks of ostrich bone in one hand. then he draws a line across his eyes.

here is his answer to the blinding problem. he apparently doesn't need a gun now.]

[Sheeeee... looks doubtful.]

That's a weapon?

[he nods, very sure.]

[She raises her eyebrows, but lets it go.]

I'm leaving now. Do you need any time?