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?]

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[tothefly]

[It ought to be a no to the former, because she's certainly not accepting a no for the latter. Unless it's a no as in, 'no I haven't eaten in the last eight hours because I'm too busy hating myself and this place and missing my bff.' Approaching slowly, she comes around his side and leans against the bag, looking at him a little more critically.]

Food, and some ice, at least. Come on. You can't let me go on my own. What if I walk down a dark alley somewhere and run into someone unsavory?

[If the lure of food isn't enough, she's shameless enough to bribe with violence. It's not good for him, being cooped up in here alone. Not good for her, either, as she keeps trying to remind herself.]

[mortalcoil]

[he casually glances away as she circles around to look at him more directly, just happening to put her on his blind side as he does. it's a subtle habit of his, when he'd like to ignore someone.

however, the playful temptation of violence does the trick (perhaps unfortunately). he's not in a hurry to try and tackle a meal, but the fact that she even thinks to make an offer like that does mean a lot. it's thoughtful, really.

so, he eventually shrugs. lead the way.]