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[aberrant_type]

Who: Red Fish Crew
Broadcast: may...be...?
Action: On the Red Fish
When: After leaving January's planet

[An exciting planet, now left behind! An old friend departed and now returned! What exciting new developments will be in store for the intrepid crew of the SS Red Fish this month?

Tune in to find out!]

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[aberrant_type]

[Hange has sort of taken over the table in the galley. On it there now is: one (1) cup of cold coffee, one (1) communicator, one (1) dirty empty bowl, a lot of (????) bagged plant samples - roots, tubers, seeds, blooms that are beginning to wilt sadly in their plastic prison. Somewhere, she got some paper and writing tools too.

It looks like she's drawing some kind of weird shelf plan. There's pictures of plants on her communicator. Plants. Plants. Plaaaants. Why not take the forest with them, after all?

If it starts causing them to hallucinate... well, it'll be a fun and exciting surprise and they can just throw it all out the airlock! But she hopes that doesn't happen.]

[theboogieman]

[he comes ghosting by like he usually does... silently picking up that empty bowl without a sound and walking past her to put it in the sink where it belongs.]

[aberrant_type]

[She's pretty absorbed in her task, so she doesn't even look up. He's gonna have to give her a poke if he wants her attention.]

[theboogieman]

[it's okay, he's on his way back for her coffee mug.

he stops halfway in picking it up to look over her shoulder, though, and peer at her notes. shelf plan?]

[aberrant_type]

[Coincidentally, she reaches out for the mug just after he takes it and then makes an unconscious little grunt of protest. Where... did it go...?

It could be shelving, but what she's drawing is shaped wrong. It looks more like a series of vertical troughs.]

[theboogieman]

Gardening.

[he sets the mug back down near her hand, turning it thoughtfully so that the handle would be closest.]

[blindoptimism]

[Nunnally has parked her chair in the corner of the ship's common room. She's taken her blanket from her bunk and has it draped over her legs as she leans back in her chair and seems to be... writing something? While on the last station, Nunnally procured a sweet notebook. Although her notebook is even better than the pictured notebook, because her cats are nestled between colorful and nutritious FLOOT LOOPS. After she finished writing whatever she was writing in the first few page, she flips forward a few page and tears out a page.

But now she seems to be undecided on something, so she taps her pencil against the notebook and looks up from her notebook. Wondering if anyone is nearby?]

[aberrant_type]

[Hange strolls through the ship periodically... a small way to let off restless energy, like a pressure valve blown open. She pauses when she sees Nunnally look around.]

Do you need something?

[blindoptimism]

[aw, she puts a smile on and shakes her head. Distraction is what she wants, but she won't demand it off the bat]

I was just passing time. Are you working on anything?

[aberrant_type]

Oh I try to be. The fastest way to get bored is to refuse to find anything to do. [But she smiles.] It's not urgent, however. What are you up to?

[blindoptimism]

A game! [she draws four lines, a tic-tac-toe board]

Have you ever played tic-tac-toe?

[aberrant_type]

Ah, we have this, I believe! [She grins, and throws a little look at Nunnally. The little one is bored too, hmm?]

Do you want to play a few rounds?

[parricida]

[Oh. This must be the new person. Garak blinks, somewhat taken aback by how violently colorful that notebook is-- but it's not as if his own Floot Loops brand sweater is any better.]

Penning a story, my dear?

[Oh, right, he should probably introduce himself, right? Only he just sits down and smiles at her.]

[blindoptimism]

[she tries to suppress a small smile. Everyone looks pretty ridiculous in their floot loop gear, but this man has such a severe face contrasted with the colorful sweater drains away any trepidation she might have had]

Something like that. [she folder her hands over the notebook] I've never been much of a writer, but while we have an abundance of time... it never hurts to pick up new hobbies.

But, I'm glad we've finally gotten a chance to speak! My name is Nunnally, it's a pleasure to meet you.

[parricida]

Garak, at your service.

[He dips his head politely, one hand going to his chest.]

I believe we'll be working together quite closely-- you've been assigned communications as well, haven't you?

[blindoptimism]

[aw... she dips her head as well in a curtsy like way. So polite!]

Yes, it seems that way. I'm sorry for barging in so suddenly and encroaching on your space. Please feel free to let me know anything I can do to make the shared work environment an enjoyable one.

[theboogieman]

[he was walking by, and... backtracks. squints at that notebook from the doorway.]

[blindoptimism]

[hm hm hm.... hm? she hears the footsteps stop, but it takes her a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light difference of the room and the hall. She waves....?]

Is something wrong?

[it's a bitchin' notebook, zhas, don't be jelly]

[theboogieman]

[...he kinda... tilts his head? he ends up walking into the room properly and crouching in front of her to just... peer at this bizarre cover.]

[blindoptimism]

[oooh.... ah, the object of his gaze is obvious now. She looks a bit embarrassed but talks nonetheless]

Oh, this-- they had limited options, and I thought the kittens weren't the worst option...

[mortalcoil]

[Coil's heading back into the ship and heading straight for the lab, when he sees... someone new.

no one tells him anything around here.

...so, Nunnally suddenly has a scraggly, scarred-up, one eyed boy quietly eyeing her from the nearest doorway. not quite glaring, but it's not exactly a friendly look, either.]

[blindoptimism]

[ah! she spots him, and actually looks quite eager. She smooths out her blanket, puts her notebook in her lap, and rolls towards him]

Hello, Coil? I think this is the first time we've met face to face.

[mortalcoil]

[oh. she's coming closer.

he almost frowns. and he isn't exactly shy about looking over--namely her chair--with some kind of look. judging, maybe a little.

he... nods, though. so, someone has at least told her about him, hmm?]

[blindoptimism]

[ah, she knows that look enough to pick it out. It's one that she's quite used to, and it's almost refreshing to see it in an honest sense. She holds back a slight sigh, and keeps her smile even]

We spoke very briefly with each other over text when you first arrived. For me it doesn't feel that long ago... but to you I suppose it must be a distant memory.

[theboogieman]

[there's nothing too exciting going on in Zhas' little world right now, but he can be found sitting around on the bridge, wedged right up next to the large windows and reading what is very obviously a little red ASL dictionary.

it looks old and well-used. whoever got through the forest with him might know that this was his "gift" for making it past the illusions.]