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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[mortalcoil]

[he nods absently--possibly to both statements. summing it all up as a nightmare is close enough to the larger truth, and he also knows that exercise is a good idea in theory. he flexes his fingers as he thinks about it, tightening them into a halfhearted fist. he'd tried running a few rounds on the punching bag with fists and his quarterstaff, but it just hadn't been enough. with his strength and energy still low from healing, he just hasn't been able to unleash the sort of violence that would normally make him feel better.

'Still can't sleep.' if he'd been stronger, he could have kept working all of the demons out of his nerves, but he just loses momentum before managing to exhaust himself, now.

it's maddening.]

[interstices]

There's stuff in the med bay. [But the way she says it, barely biting back a grimace, shows just how high she rates that form of help. Remembering Shinji's dependence on sleep aids makes her stomach coil up, and thinking about pills in general makes her sour.]

[That suggestion rejected as soon as it's uttered, at least by her, she surprises herself by pushing her bowl across the counter, towards him, without fanfare. It's not as hot as it was when she'd first pulled it out of the microwave, but it's still plenty warm.]

Then eat. That's supposed to help, too.

[mortalcoil]

[if it makes her feel any better, he does make a face. being the resident medical "expert," he's very aware of what's all contained in the lab, and he pointedly ignores most of it. even if he hadn't had a natural distaste for that sort of thing, his partner's past history with pills turns him off to the idea even more.

and she's not the only surprised as the bowl of food is pushed across the table. he blinks at the offering for a moment, like he's expecting her to take it back just as quickly, before he finally sends a glance toward her face.

he almost seems wary. 'You're being nice.']

[interstices]

I'm not always pissed-off.

[It's as close to a yes as she'll manage. Hopefully Coil isn't too concerned about hygiene, since she's not about to get up a second time for another bowl and spoon. There's a limit.]

It's better than the processed stuff. You can eat soup, right?

[mortalcoil]

[germs are the least of his worries, really. he accepts the bowl and secondhand spoon, if only to just stir and poke the food around for now.

'What is it?' he asks. because though eating might be one of his least favorite subjects of conversation, he'll take just about any easy distraction right now.]

[interstices]

You don't know what soup is? [Oh, come on. Then she realizes she has to be being obtuse, and he just wants the ingredients. It's too bad she's probably far more ignorant than him on everything involving fresh food.]

Fish. I think... clams. And bacon. [A pause that's a bit too embarrassed for what she's discussing. It's been so rare that she's had food that wasn't the equivalent of soylent green.] There's some-- potatoes, I think. I don't know. It's pretty good, all right?

[mortalcoil]

[he pulls a bit of a face over the main ingredient in this being seafood... but he doesn't have much of a tongue, so he can't complain too badly, can he? he and Zhas just have eating habits that resemble those of kindergartners, so fish and vegetables don't take center stage very often in their meals.

his brow quirks up when he notices her getting hung up on... the ingredients? normally he can at least guess at things that are bothering or embarrassing her, but this one totally loses him.

with one finger, he draws a question mark in the air.]

[interstices]

[Asuka still looks a bit ashamed even as she explains. In the restaurant where she and Shinji had worked, it had been hard memorizing the menus-- so she hadn't bothered-- when she didn't really recognize half of what she was serving.]

We don't have very much real food at home. It's like what's usually on the ship.

[mortalcoil]

[at least, out of all the people she could have confessed that too, it would be hard to find someone less appalled by that admission than Coil. he seems surprised, taking a minute to absorb that and add it to the ever-growing collection of tidbits he's learning about her, but then he only nods.

'You're not missing much.']

[interstices]

I am, too. [Runny beige foodstuffs, fortified with vitamins and minerals she didn't need anymore. Cubed monstrosities. Mari used to get a plethora of junk food while on shore leave, avidly downing it in her cockpit, but it was expensive and just as artificial as anything else.] I should have bought more.