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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[interstices]

[She looks at him disdainfully. Silences are weapons, too, ones she's accustomed to being used against her, frustrating because it's so stupidly difficult to figure out what they conceal, or if it's even worth the trouble more than half the time. Puzzles make her impatient.]

[She scuffs her shoe against the floor, making a slight squeaky sound, before she says anything else.]

Whatever. I can't tell you how to handle it.

[theboogieman]

[he's aware that he's ruining something, but it only serves as one more obstacle between his brain and his mouth. he's frustrated, exhausted, not sure whether to apologize or tell her to knock it off.

he says nothing, for a moment, holding very still. his gaze is now solidly down on the floor.]

It's... good of you, to try. I'm sorry. [the prior side wins out after all, because of his own disgust over his state of mind, if nothing else.] They're just... ugly things.