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]

[he's not exactly in a hurry... he continues to take in the details of the cargo bay while Coil cleans himself up. one thread of thought weaves into another. all of the equipment is still here, but the room seems... sharper than he remembers, rustier.

it hasn't been that long, has it? he shakes off the looming feeling that the whole ship has grown older without him. he blinks back to Coil's hands, ignoring his lingering worries to nod in response.

under the circumstances, that would be fine. he trusts Coil's room to be safe when he can't say the same for the rest of the ship anymore. he signs back, 'we'll talk after I rest.']

[mortalcoil]

[Coil nods, nice and obedient, though he's still wiping at his eyes.

it's good. he's not truly together--not by a long shot--but he's at least making the attempt to appear that way. some progress, finally. he straightens his spine; he tries to stand tall. appearing stronger than he really is has become even more second-nature to him over the past few months than it ever had. the shoes he'd had to fill were big ones.

and he shuffles to the side, giving Zhas some space and signaling that he's ready to follow again.]

[theboogieman]

[it's funny, but last time they had the opposite problem. getting Coil to obey orders had been like pulling teeth--but here he is, stepping aside when Zhas would have been fine simply acting as the follower.

something has changed. it's not as though the boy's sobbing hadn't clued him in--but this cements it. the wound is deep, whatever kind of wound it is.

so he stands up straight himself, taking care to stretch his ribs despite the sting in his chest, and takes the lead. through the door, down the hall. he remembers well enough, and picks out Coil's door on the first try.

down they go.]