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Red Fish Pond

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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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?]

[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? ]

[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?

[She takes the cup gratefully, holding it in both hands. ]

I'd definitely crash a boat for it.

[Joking.]

Mhm. [he hums, sitting down at the table with his own.] Is this how it always is for you? I hate this.

I used to have good nights. Before the whole soul thing. This past year, though, I don't think I've slept through the night once.

[She joins him at the table, drinks her coffee with a grateful hum.]

You don't get used to it, but you adjust.

[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?]

[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?

[the noise is what gets him to glance over. the range of reactions to his face has been... widely varied... and he's still not sure whether he prefers people actually react appropriately, or whether he prefers it when they don't react at all.

...whatever the case, he pauses in his fridge-digging to glance down at the chair. and then back up at Arthur. and then turn back to his task.]

... Shouldn't sit like that.

[he's got a voice you could drive a car over: gravelly and flat.]

[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.]

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

[walking up on his seeing side is a good idea... but Coil still pretends not to notice him until he's too close to ignore.

only then does he pause in his routine, letting his arms relax so that he's just hanging there, and finally looks over in Arthur's direction.

he would sigh if he wasn't dangling from a bar.]

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