Red Fish Pond

[mortalcoil]

Who: Anyone aboard the SS Red Fish
Broadcast: Probably Not
Action: SS Red Fish
When: Through the end of May

[as usual, all is friendly smiles and laughs on the most lovable ship in the fleet!]

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[theboogieman]

[hey, Red Fish! while parked on the moon, you guys get a visitor.

...well, more specifically, you get someone repetitively banging on the front door of the ship with far more force than necessary. it's probably knocking, but then again, it might just be some dumbass kicking the hull of the ship over and over. it's hard to tell.]

[mortalcoil]

[call him a negligent captain, but Coil doesn't usually care who is at the door. with every new face infiltrating the ranks of this ship, the number of people he doesn't care about that might come calling continues to grow.

but there is a certain dead, unfriendly, unwavering 'tone' to that knocking that is especially hard for him to ignore. it takes only a minute or so of trying to come up with more compelling reasons to ignore that sound before he gives up.

and on the way across the cargo bay, he finds himself inexplicably hurrying.

Zhas won't have to wait long for too long before a sharper, rougher, wearier ghost of Coil jogs over to answer the door.]

[theboogieman]

[he knows that a lot has happened. he knows he doesn't have a good grasp on all the details of their unique situation yet. it isn't a surprise to him that Coil is the one to open the door, so he puts his leg down from where he was caught mid-wind-up... and stands there, waiting.

expecting, almost. hello, brother.]

[mortalcoil]

[it only takes the span of time needed for that face to register in his head--one startled blink--before Coil is hit with what almost seems like terror. his gasp is an audible one as he almost trips over himself in falling back fast away from the door.

Zhas has seen the look a thousand times--the look of those who know the myth of him but are caught in horror at the sight because they know it can't be real. this is the first time that it's been on Coil's face, however.

he's not seeing Zhas. he's seeing the specter that Zhas must be... and he falls back another few bewildering steps almost as soon as he finds his feet after the first retreat.]

For Zhas

[child_of_bhaal]

[So long story short, Syeira got very drunk, and Arthur had to chauffeur her back. She'd been put to bed, but she hadn't stayed there. Even drink has a hard time combating her insomnia.

So it's after hours on the ship. She's knocking around in the kitchen while everyone should be asleep. She's doing her utmost best to be quiet while she makes herself coffee. Which means that everything she does is louder than it should be. There will be coffee. Eventually. It might just take her a few extra minutes.]

[theboogieman]

[after the long ordeal of getting Coil calmed down, he's fleeing to the kitchen for a momentary respite. he figures the kid could use some food, and he--well, this isn't his ship right now, but he still wants to see how badly the poor kitchen has been mangled in his absence.

he didn't think the knocking-around sounds belonged to anyone he knew. a foolish assumption, especially as he turns the corner and sees that familiar tangle of red hair across the room.

he makes a... sound. which is a somewhat monumental feat of communication, for him.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[Hey, the kitchen is fine. She's actually kept it the same as possible, because she needs consistency.

But isn't there a saying about the only consistency is change?

She turns at the sound, mild surprise muted further by inebriation. She's expecting someone else, maybe Arthur coming to usher her back to her room to try and sleep it off. So seeing Zhas there is unexpected to say the least.

She stares, blinks once, hard and slow, but he's still there when she opens her eyes. Even so it's hard to believe. Is she seeing things?]

Zhas?

[theboogieman]

[he knows that he's been gone... a while, but he keeps forgetting exactly how long that "while" was. to his senses, it's been a week and a nap.

her exaggerated reaction doesn't fill him with a whole lot of confidence, but he raises an arm in what would have normally been his "hi" gesture anyway.]

[Locked to Sam]

[flickerflash]

[At some point during the day, there's a tiny streak of black and white that barrels itself on board the Red Fish and sprints straight for Sam's room. Don't worry if his door's shut, she'll just. Go straight through it, in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it kind of way. Pooka do that kind of thing.

Whether Sam is in his bedroom at the time or not is also a moot point; she scoots right under the bed to the furthest point beneath it and curls into a ball. It doesn't matter. She's in pure flight mode for both kitten and small child, and if she went straight for the person she trusts to make everything better, what of it? Just let her hide under here for a while until she feels better.

S'all good, nothing to see here.

...is that a sock.

GOOD ENOUGH SECURITY BLANKET, I'M TINY.]

[collegedropout]

[Sam is just on his way back into his room, completely oblivious to Katie's woes — well, almost. Something makes his hair stand a little, a strange feeling he can't quite shake. It reminds him of when he was in his twenties, getting some strange chill when ghosts were close by; it's been a long time since he Jennifer Love Hewitt'd.

The giant squints, looks around the room.

Well... There's one place. He hunkers down to look under his bed, blinking at a slightly wriggling sock. His guess does include Katie, but then, who's to say it isn't... like... a little person? God, or maybe his sock is possessed. It's hardly like it would shock him anymore. He sees a little fuzzy tail and sighs down, relaxing a fraction, though his concern is palpable.]

Katie? What're you doing under here?

[flickerflash]

[It's so stupidly ridiculous (relieving) that, you know, the onset of Sam's hellish echoes and the curl of sulphur that hits her senses is reassuring in this case. His echoes are nightmarish, but they're Sam, okay. She's filtered that particular trauma into something better by now.

But also, they're a distinct presence of glamour, twisted though it may be, which is far better than what she saw around Sascha. Vampire? Hah.

Katie's response is to

...curl up into a tighter ball round his sock and peer back at Sam for a moment before squeezing her eyes shut. Can I curl myself up out of existence? Who knows. Let's find out.]

[collegedropout]

[.................... Not good? Not good.

He frowns deeply, not moving from where he's sitting on all fours, peering at her.]

Katie -- come out, alright?

A bed's nowhere to be hiding. At least sit on top of it, huh?

oppenn

[kickingand]

[ Dean had begun adapting, he had. He thought he had, at the very least.

And then Cas went and fell asleep and forgot to wake the hell up. Which means that it's time to choose your own adventure!! Or, at least, choose which Dean you're willing to deal with. If any at all (and if the answer is none, I wouldn't be surprised.)

OPTION A: Dean has not left his room when anyone might see for days. His booze consumption is that of noxious levels and it's likely that whatever pot Cas had on him? Is now suddenly Dean's. Because he's a bastard like that and getting a hold of chemicals is a reprieve he finds necessary. Do you smell whatever it is he's smoking? Are you concerned he's died in there? All of the above? Feel free to bang on his door.

OR!

OPTION B: Dean has made his way out of his bedroom whilst being... rather hungover. There's a lot of squinty eyed grumbling going on right about now and he's making his way for coffee and what might be considered food. Sitting down with a plate of gunk in front of him, he sure as hell is not eating it. Would you like to eat it? He might even be heard mumbling to himself- ] There is no goddamn way.

B!

[mortalcoil]

[ah... it's the brother that this half of the captain-duo has yet to really have interacted with, now finally leaving his cave. Coil hadn't minded when he'd more or less disappeared, really. he'd noted the various smells emanating from his room, and he'd just kind of... hoped that eventually the stench of death would follow at some point. it would have been one less crew member to think about.

because he is a caring individual and an attentive captain.

but now that the man is actually out and about, ignoring him isn't so much of an option. so, as Coil steps into the kitchen and finds him hunkered there... Dean will have a sketchy one-eyed kid kind of skirting quietly into the room--keeping to himself, trying to appear unobtrusive. and also sneaking pointed, curious glances over as he picks through the cabinets.]

[kickingand]

[ Really, if Dean knew that's how you felt about him--

He wouldn't be even remotely offended.

And actually, ignoring him is still most definitely an option, considering Dean's been brushed off more than a few times over the course of his life. But he's fully aware that he's at least being somewhat scoped out by the kid he hasn't met yet and it's likely that he should know the people that he's sharing a ship with. Or, at least, know to some kind of reasonable extent, which is hard enough on a good day. But while those are few and far between, Dean is weirded out enough by the food that he'll do anything to distract himself, finally looking up with a modicum of interest. ]

We haven't met.

[mortalcoil]

[though the kid seems human enough (if you ignore the dimly-glowing eye, anyway), he doesn't exactly seem the definition of normal. all scarred-up and looking like he hasn't slept a day in his life, he edges around more like a watchful animal than the captain of a ship. and then there's the way he just looks at him without saying a thing in response.

the most Dean gets is a slight lift of the kid's chin. maybe it's a greeting.]

B

[theboogieman]

[hi there. some guy in a dark coat and a full face of skull makeup walks into the kitchen. Zhas is just a visitor, technically--but his history on this ship has him ghosting around like he owns the place anyway.

so, opening cabinets, taking pans down, knocking an open shelve closed with a casual kick of his boot. hasn't even glanced over at Dean yet. how's noise treating you with that hangover, buddy?]

[kickingand]

[ Dean's life is one giant hangover right now, it's cool bro. Really. He takes no offense.

But man, he is kind of baffled by the skull makeup. It's suddenly infinitely more intriguing than the shit food he has in front of him (though it's just an excuse not to eat it) and while he wants to ask about it, he's not even entirely sure what he'd say. But it's also the first time he's seen the guy around and that should be more pertinent, right?

Gaze narrowed a bit because his brain would like to evacuate itself from his skull, he finally lifts his chin with interest- ] Haven't seen you on here before.

arthur (open options)

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

a ) kitchen (open, day)

[Welp. Being a teenager for a while was kind of embarrassing. He's glad to be back to adulthood, and he leaps back into his projects right away. The data from the survey isn't doing much, so he's compiling a new list of questions on one piece of paper. On other papers, he has a long list of chemicals and notes on them. He's sitting at the table in the kitchen, his chair tipped back against the wall, hovering, as Arthur reads from a book on chemical compounds, a pencil sticking out of his mouth. His papers and books are spread out all over the table, and his hair's sticking up a bit, as if he's been at this for a while and hasn't noticed.]

b ) halls/kitchen (open, night)

[Arthur's a pacer. Always has been. His sleeping hasn't been great lately. And that leads to him pacing a lot, back and forth, down the halls and back to his room. He tries to avoid making sound, but he forgets sometimes. He paces with a frown on his face, deep in thought, his feet bare, his hair natural and wavy, and wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants.

After a while of pacing, he gives up and makes himself a hot cup of coffee. He dumps a ton of sugar and milk in it before taking a seat, sighing and taking a sip. He wishes someone else was up, too.]

c ) coil (closed)

[Arthur doesn't know Coil as well as Syeira does, but she said to check with Coil. It's with a small stack of papers, a pencil behind his ear, and a book tucked under his arm that he strikes out to find Coil. He's kind of noticed where everyone tends to hang out, and he peeks around, starting with the cargo bay. Where you at, Coil?]

B

[child_of_bhaal]

[Someone is always up. And she's got a coffee addiction too, thanks to a certain skulky, skull faced someone. So she follows the smell.]

Mm, yes please.

[She sounds sleepy, and looks rumpled. She's at least attempted rest. That's good right? ]

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[He's up getting a second cup, so he grabs another mug when he hears her voice. He's surprised he didn't hear her earlier even. He hands her the cup when it's filled, giving her a tired smile.]

Coffee's like a siren call for you, isn't it?

A

[theboogieman]

[hi buddy. some guy in a dark coat and a full face of skull makeup walks into the kitchen.

he isn't technically one of the crew here, but his emotionally-compromised psuedo-sibling hasn't exactly let him leave, either... so he ghosts in like he belongs there, starts looking through cupboards, pulls down a bowl, opens the fridge...

you know, normal skull-face things. is Arthur the type to make conversation, or politely not say anything?]

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[Arthur looks over and-

He bites down hard on his pencil in his surprise, and makes a pained noise before taking the pencil out of his mouth. He keeps his chair tipped back and watches him, curious about this newcomer.]

Hey, uh... are you a crew member?

C!

[mortalcoil]

[the cargo bay is a good place to start. when he's not out and about on the Iskaulit, or holed up in more restricted areas--his room or the lab--that's where Coil can often be found, working out his frustrations.

he's already gone a few rounds with the punching bag today, but he still has restless, useless energy to burn off. so, the kid has recruited a beam under the walkway to use as a chin-up bar, where he is now monotonously hauling himself up and working hard to ignore the fact that someone else is milling around nearby.]

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[Arthur walks in, approaching Coil. He's curious, since they haven't talked much, but he waves, trying not to surprise him.]