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zнaѕ ([personal profile] theboogieman) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-08-02 10:49 pm

One fish, two fish...

Who: Crew of the S.S. Bad At Feelings S.S. Red Fish and visitors!
Broadcast: Optional!
Action: All sorts!
When: Around the Drifting Week.

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[if the worlds really are watching, they must just be chomping at the bit to find out what's going on aboard this ship full of misfits and sad-sacks! with one crewmate reportedly dead, another recently missing, and now this thing about a hacking device planted in the communications system--what could possibly happen next?

stay tuned, audience!]
dontthinkaboutelephants: (don't you do it)

[personal profile] dontthinkaboutelephants 2016-08-05 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Zhas is probably the only person that could actually pull off growling. Still, it ticks him off instead of scaring him. He wipes off his face on the inside of his t-shirt, watching Zhas as he walks along the wall. He lets out an angry gust of air then, turning so he can see him, his stare and voice cold.] Say it.

[Outloud.]
dontthinkaboutelephants: (mhm yeah)

[personal profile] dontthinkaboutelephants 2016-08-07 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[His chest shakes with mirthless laughter.] Yeah, sure.

[Arthur, his eyes are glowing why.]
dontthinkaboutelephants: (business)

[personal profile] dontthinkaboutelephants 2016-08-07 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[And that's the insane thing. Either one of them could leave. And yet, neither will. He raises an unimpressed eyebrow, though his heart is still beating fast.] You could add in a grip to the front of my shirt. Maybe another growl.

[He stands up, trying to muffle the surprise that he's actually pretty close to Zhas' height.] I honestly expected a few more words than that, though.
dontthinkaboutelephants: (you had no right)

[personal profile] dontthinkaboutelephants 2016-08-08 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[The push sends a jolt through him, and he stiffens.] Why the fuck not?! Why the fuck aren't you beating the crap out of me right now? I was there. And she died. She's dead. And I'm just-

[He runs a hand through his hair with a growl.]

I'm fucking useless!

[So push him or blame him or do something.]
dontthinkaboutelephants: (fight)

[personal profile] dontthinkaboutelephants 2016-08-08 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[It hurts like hell, and he doubles over, losing his breath for some moments.

He shakes his head, inhales sharply when he can, and heaves some weight in Zhas' direction, pushing him backwards. It's hard enough that he could knock Zhas off his feet, though not necessarily if Zhas plants his weight. He's not even sure why he's doing this except that he's angry and Zhas is a good target right now.
]
dontthinkaboutelephants: (stateside)

[personal profile] dontthinkaboutelephants 2016-08-10 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[He skinnies out of his arms before it gets that far, shooting backwards so fast that he falls backwards right on his butt. He scrambles to his feet as fast as he can, watching to see if Zhas pursues.]
dontthinkaboutelephants: (business)

[personal profile] dontthinkaboutelephants 2016-08-12 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Arthur sets his jaw and launches himself at him, his fist moving fast and aimed for his face, and his body meant to overwhelm him, knock him over.]
dontthinkaboutelephants: (you had no right)

[personal profile] dontthinkaboutelephants 2016-08-14 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, that was sure satisfying. Especially smudging his face paint.

But, well, Arthur's thrown his entire body at him, so there's no really compensating for the attack when Zhas doesn't go down. He just barely manages to not fall on his rear again, stumbling backward.

He's livid as hell now, and he aims a punch in about the same place Zhas started in on him, though he's getting shakier.
] Come on!
dontthinkaboutelephants: (glare)

[personal profile] dontthinkaboutelephants 2016-08-21 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Arthur growls when he misses, frustrated. This is starting to become a thing of futility, so he backs off, breathing hard. He waits, giving Zhas the opportunity to leave, just glaring.]