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!]

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[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[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.]

[theboogieman]

[another fun fact: messing up his face paint is nearly an unforgivable crime.

which is why it's so odd that he takes the punch rather than avoid it. it makes a satisfying sound, cracking into his jaw like that, even if he twists with it like he already saw it coming. even if it leaves smudges of black and white grease paint on Arthur's knuckles, shadows of where marks are now dug out on Zhas' face.

he still doesn't go down. maybe he was directing all of his focus into standing, or maybe he's just too good at grounding, too built like a mountain, to actually topple. he skids back just a little, but his footing stays solid and he once again tries to shove down on Arthur and send him stumbling in the other direction.]

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[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!

[theboogieman]

[intentional as it may have been, the blow to his face still stings. what's worse, it gnaws on his mind because he knows it's a glaring flaw in his metaphorical mask. the Boogieman isn't supposed to be someone you can touch.

plus, he knows he can't just grab this guy and break his neck. so his anger is finally starting to creep in, and yet another blow coming his way is frustrating. he dodges aside, just barely avoiding getting punched in the gut, growling again.]

Fuck off.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[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.]