Red Fish assemble!

[mortalcoil]

Who: Crew and visitors of the SS Red Fish
Broadcast: Nah
Action: Aboard the good ship Red Fish
When: End of February--Beginning of March?

[why is it called the Red Fish when the place looks more like a spiky dungeon than anything having to do with aquatic wildlife? no one knows.

it might be an unconventional atmosphere for socializing, but the lovable crew of the Red Fish isn't going to let a little thing like that stop them from bonding, are they?]

Comments

[mortalcoil]

['face is fine,' he signs. 'but not eye.'

he only has one of those left, so he'd really prefer to keep it in functioning order.]

[child_of_bhaal]

Your eye is part of your face, smart ass.

[If she were a more confidant type (she might project confidence, but alas it is a projection) she might pick on him and "kiss" his eye better. She could do that. But he's lucky she's not that comfortable with casual touching, and even less with kissing.

So instead, she just does the usual minor heal spell while her hand rests on his face. His eye will slowly, but visibly reverse the swelling.]

There, see. All done. Don't be such a baby.

[Okay but she can tease him verbally.]

[mortalcoil]

[she doesn't taunt him with kissing, and he doesn't karate chop her in the throat. it works out for everyone, really!

as it is, he's already glad that Zhas isn't there to see this. as much as the skullfaced man had complained about magic in general, that's how Coil tends to feel about energies that aren't his own. so, the spell combined with the touch on his face has his skin absolutely crawling.

the very moment that it's all over with, he leans away just that extra inch. and he rolls his eye at the comment--so maturely.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[She let's her hand drop, not even a little offended.

She makes the sign for 'hungry?'], because she worries that he doesn't eat enough. He's not great at taking actual care of himself.]

[mortalcoil]

[yeah, he sucks at that and he knows it. he probably wouldn't bother with making any effort at all, if he didn't know that he can't work if he doesn't at least eat and get some sleep.

so, he shrugs. which isn't a no.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[Regardless of his answer, she was planning on making him food anyway. So it works out.

She's getting better at working all the bobs and whatnots of the kitchen. She couldn't tell you what half of them are called, but she knows which ones make things hot and that's important. After a few minutes, she brings him a bowl of something like stew, any solid bits are cooked down to the point they're basically dissolved, and it's easy for him to swallow. She also brings him a glass of water.]

[mortalcoil]

[this is one of those times when artlessly overcooking something really works out for the best. it's not like he can really taste the difference, anyway.

she even goes the extra mile to bring him some water, which means he actually bothers to sign her a thanks, before beginning to pick at his food.

and it's slow-going as always. he'll be at it for a while.]