One fish, two fish...

[theboogieman]

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!]

Comments

[mortalcoil]

[the jolt of the whole thing, along with the effort of slamming an elbow into something, is exactly the sort of thing that aggravates the hell out of his still-healing wounds.

while Arthur is recovering on his side of things, Coil is also reeling--hissing through his teeth with a grimace and taking a moment to ride out the painful spasm in his ribs. and once he does manage to catch his breath, there are a couple of angry, pointed signs being gestured in Arthur's direction.]

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[He shakes his head.] I think I get the idea, yeah.

[He kicks some of the dishes to the side before throwing him a suspicious glance.] What's wrong with you?

[He saw him grimace.]

[mortalcoil]

[he shakes his head, because as far as he's concerned, he is just fine. he'd spent long enough healing--a couple weeks laid up in the medical bay--so it's mostly just pain still lingering around. in his mind, it's not enough to mention.

and he's more concerned about what this guy's problem is anyway.

so, Coil points at him instead, a little accusing and a little demanding.]

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[Arthur makes a frustrated noise, waving him off.] I just wasn't looking where I was going. Everything's fine.

[mortalcoil]

[he nods with the deadest expression ever. right. everything is obviously just fine.

skeptically, he points at Arthur and then gestures messily to his own face--indicating the lovely state of the other's unkempt state. that's all just fine too, hmm? perhaps a new fashion statement?]

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[Okay well... point. He rubs a hand over his beard.] Okay, maybe not everything.

[Pause.] You sure you're okay? Maybe you should talk to a doctor.

[mortalcoil]

[unbeknownst to Arthur, the signs that he spits back are to say that he is the doctor...

though, he does point at himself, so maybe Arthur can get some of the gist of it.]

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[Actually, he gets the picture.] Okay. Good. Sorry.

[He sighs, sounding tired.] I'm sorry. [Arthur, you already said that. But maybe it's for something different?]