Red Fishies

[mortalcoil]

Who: SS Red Fish crew and visitors
Broadcast: No
Action: Aboard the SS Red Fish
When: Around the drifting week (and probably a backtag party!)

[watch the newest episodes (and catch up on a few reruns) of your favorite dysfunctional fish in the fleet! what kind of drama will they create next? you can find out right here, right now!]

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[theboogieman]

A ► TEXT TO THE WHOLE CREW (yes, that means you)

Coil's birthday is 9/18. embarrass him. or give him a present if you do that kind of thing.


B ► IN THE CARGO BAY

[oh ho ho, guess who's built himself a new toy? it's the resident bully, now armed with something he's testing out in the cargo bay.

you may have seen him putting it together over the past week, but now that it's complete... it looks like some kind of an arm-mounted crossbow, if it was missing the actual "bow" part. it wraps around his forearm, just flat enough to theoretically be shoved under a sleeve. the mechanics of the thing are open and visible, making it fascinating to watch as he lifts his arm, tugs down on a trigger at his wrist, and shoots a bolt across the room at what must be several hundred miles per hour.

he's just shooting upright pieces of tin siding, but oh boy, some of those bolts make an ugly hole through the stuff. he stops every once in a while to adjust it, picking at things with his screwdriver, tightening wires, checking pistons--all while it's still on his arm, because this is a practical test.

it's still too loud, in his opinion, and the trigger mechanism isn't sensitive enough for him... but the work makes him smile through his skullish facepaint (which is either charming or kind of terrifying, depending on who you are.)]

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[child_of_bhaal]

UM. The 18th was three days ago Zhas

???

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[theboogieman]

no it says the 18th is tomorrow ?

??

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[interstices]

How old is he?

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[theboogieman]

[that's... a really good question.]

hang on i'll get back to you.

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[mortalcoil]

[Coil can hear the awful noise in the cargo bay through the closed medical bay doors, but that's not why he's grabbing his communicator and pecking out an irritated message.]

what are you doing

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[theboogieman]

[oh, hey brother.]

what does it look like

how old are you turning, again?

B

[forcefullyunstable]

Kylo Ren had been exploring the small ship when he heard the sound of a weapon firing. That definitely got his attention. So, of course, into the cargo bay he went,

"A primitive bowcaster. Interesting..." He mused. But it was still powerful enough that one look at the test in action made his side hurt. "Did you make that yourself?"

arthur

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

a ) cargo bay

[Wow. He's in here a lot. He's a bit frustrated with things with his crewmates, and taking it out on his body. He's worried about Syeira, he wants to pour Zhas' face paint down the drain, he doesn't know what to do with Coil and his birthday, and they've got this weird new guy now.

He's been going to town on the punching bag, but now he's at the weights. He's been trying to bulk up a little more lately. FOR NO REASON AT ALL not because he has a girlfriend or anything. His eyes are a little bigger than his muscles, though, and the barbell goes to his chest. Whoops. Maybe he should have had someone spot him.]


b ) hallway

[Arthur's on his way from Syeira's room with a few boxes, wrapped sloppily in colored paper. He's not looking where he's going, and runs straight into your character, the boxes going everywhere.] Shit, I'm sorry.

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[girlverine]

[Laura had stepped silently into the cargo bay a moment before Arthur had seemingly lost control of his weights. His heart beat and his breathing clearly indicated he was struggling, but that didn't necessarily mean he needed help. He could've just been taking a long time to do what he needed to? Maybe? Probably not.]

[Still, after maybe fifteen seconds the teen stepped up next to the weight bench, her green eyes slightly narrowed as she looked down at him.]

...Do you need help?

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[forcefullyunstable]

What a coincidence, it's the weird new guy.

"Watch where you're going!"

The demand was immediate, but it was followed by a slightly more curious examination of the scattered brightly-colored boxes.

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[mortalcoil]

[why are people always in his cargo bay? Coil is stopping by for his own round of overindulgent training, but someone has apparently already beaten him to it.

he's content with just glowering from the doorway while he decides what he's going to do about this, for a little bit, until something interesting suddenly happens. it's enough to make him decide to stick around after all.

so, while Arthur struggles, he'll have a visitor skulking around the side of his vision, casually getting a closer look at what's going on here.]

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[theboogieman]

[it's really a testament to how comfortable Zhas is on this ship that he can keep running into people on accident and not, like, instinctively karate-chopping them in the throat or something.

though old habits die hard. in the sudden chaos of being bumped into, he snatches one of the falling things out of the air. he doesn't really know what it is until he's holding it (and the rest of the boxes are still absolutely on the floor).

hi, Arthur. Zhas glances at him unhelpfully before looking curiously over the color-paper-wrapped thing in his hand.]

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[child_of_bhaal]

[And suddenly a face and a mass of red curls appears in his vision. The face is concerned.]

Arthur, are you okay?

[The weight looks heavy and she watched it land roughly on his chest.]

[forcefullyunstable]

Kylo Ren, to put it bluntly, is not a nice guy. He's socially awkward at best. But as long as he's on board the Red Fish, you guys have a pantry filled with actual food and someone who's surprisingly decent at preparing it.

So come into the galley and sample what happens when you combine orange drink, flavored protein gel, powdered milk and a little sugar. Presenting... The Space Smoothie!

(Kylo recommends banana.)

9/19

[therewillbeorder]

After his confrontation with 2187 Hux decided that hiding out would be the best option, somewhere out of sight where there would be less of a chance of encountering someone who was ready to attack him again.

Seeking out Ren seemed like a place to start and after grabbing a few things to stuff in a bag he headed over. Considering Ren's augment it wasn't difficult to find him thankfully.

"What in the name of the Emperor are you doing?" The bag was set down as he took a seat at the table, watching Ren move around the kitchen with raised eyebrows. "You're actually cooking, aren't you?" he said with amusement, smirking.

[mortalcoil]

action, cargo bay →
[Coil isn't much of a builder (when it comes to things not made of flesh and bone, anyway) but he has learned that asking for help from Engineers is sometimes more trouble than it's worth. and he's proud of the supplies that he'd acquired from his time spent with Savvy anyway, so he might as well work with them himself. he's even in an upgraded, Savvy-approved outfit instead of his usual hoodie and grungy jeans.

maybe his stint of working planetside with like-minded creeps had made an impression on him and he's now feeling industrious... or maybe the isolation of drifting in nothing but deep space is getting to him, and reliving some of that time keeps the cabin fever at bay.

whatever the reason, he's working with honest-to-goodness wood and nails in the cargo bay, constructing what seems to be some sort of (very) roughly-human-shaped practice dummy. there's a fat beam of knot-marked wood for the body, with thinner rods sticking out at angles for arms. the head, though, is proving trickier than expected. he might not even notice someone else in the vicinity as he tries to wedge the dummy's blocky head onto what is supposed to be its neck.

he'll get it eventually. probably.]


text, filtered to Asuka →
[and later that evening, he's too tired to do much but lay around in his room, but not tired enough to actually sleep. which means it's the perfect time to pick up his communicator and make bad decisions.]

are you still mad at me

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[witheringlotus]

[Look who else is in the cargo bay. It's the new guy who showed up on your bridge on Friday and promptly fucking disappeared to who knows where.

He's back, and this time he's watching Coil trying to build this thing and not lifting a single finger to help.]

A training dummy?

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[interstices]

[Asuka had known this was coming, but that doesn't stop her from making a disgusted noise when she sees his message finally pop up. She's avoided having anything to do with Coil since calling him out over the communicator, aside from that plate of brownies left outside his door on his birthday. She'd tried to talk herself out of even that favor, but the glimpses of his memories she'd gotten at the tree held her back. Remembering Shinji on his birthday held her back. And so, guiltily, there she'd been, irritably bartering to get her needed supplies. Not that it really mattered.]

Coward. You can't even ask me to my face?

[child_of_bhaal]

[She finds him at some point, around the day that Zhas said was his birthday, to be specific, in the cargo bay working on his practice dummy. She has both hands behind her back as she approaches him, a little smile on her face. One hand comes around to wave hello.]

[theboogieman]

[Zhas wanders into the cargo bay in a pretty good mood, at least for him. the last set of planets was fun. he's got himself a working weapon prototype. Coil has a birthday coming up. all good things.

he could have been wandering in for any number of things--but of course, he stops at the sight of his friend in the middle of some sort of morbid woodshop project...

he comes to a stop in the middle of the cargo bay, nowhere helpful, with a curious look on his face. his attention isn't on the hardware, though. he's looking attentively over Coil and those fancy new clothes of his.]

[witheringlotus]

[9/30; arrival]

[Kanda looks mildly surprised when he's suddenly poofed onto the bridge, but he catches himself quickly. If there's no one around, he'll just poke around the bridge, not touching anything but simply looking. Otherwise, he's going to spend the next few minutes trying to comb confetti out of his hair with his fingers.

God damn it.]

[10/2 and on]

[Kanda isn't around much his second day, having visited the Blue Fish, but he's back soon enough. A sheathed katana rests at his side. Good luck trying to part him from it: he wears it just about everywhere. He isn't much of a cook, so finding him in the kitchen is a bit of a surprise. He's trying to find something like soba and he's very angry about it.]

What the hell is this supposed to be? [He's unimpressed with these synthetic noodles. They're not the right texture, and hell, they might not even be buckwheat.] Is it even edible?

[God, he's considering just eating straight mayonnaise at this point, at least he knows what that tastes like. He eyes his creation, which smells like teriyaki yet looks like two day old spaghetti in the bottom of a dirty pot.

He wraps some of the noodles around his fork. He might die. He realizes this, but he's willing to go to absurd lengths for his very specific tastes.

Kanda finally takes a bite.

And screams.]

10/2 heck yes

[child_of_bhaal]

[You know the fastest way to get attention on this ship is to scream. Everyone responds to screams like it's a dinner bell.

Syeira is at the kitchen in a moment, looking alert and ready. The fact that there's a new person eating in the kitchen isn't so much of a surprise anymore. People transferred through here after shuffles sometimes. No, the fact that he's eating and he screamed is easy more important. She looks like she's ready to pull those swords she has on her hips and do battle with his noodles.]

Did it bite you?

[Did the food bite him. That's a real question, because it's only a matter of time, she's sure.]

What happened? Are you hurt?

[theboogieman]

[maybe he was headed to the kitchen to investigate the talking, or the unfortunate teriyaki-adjacent smell. or maybe he was just headed there anyway, because even antisocial skull-faced justice crusaders need to eat.

he has the unfortunate timing of showing up in the doorway right as there's screaming, which stops him dead in his tracks. he's wincing--a rare facial expression.]

...Why...

9/30

[interstices]

[As usual during days like this, there Asuka is on the bridge, leaning against the wall with a plate of that dessert cream that she's taken all of one bite of. More curious than excited, she takes a look at the new confetti-covered arrival, and her permanent pout doesn't move an inch.]

[This is the same guy she was talking to over the communicator a few days ago. Well, whatever. Asuka lifts her shoulders, sets the dessert on a nearby table, and manages something like a greeting.]

You'll get it out better with a hairdryer.