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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[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?

[witheringlotus]

[Oh my fucking god, this is embarrassing. Please kill him right now. Please. He's somewhat alarmed at the appearance of a redheaded woman with swords, but more importantly--

-- he's leaning over and spitting those noodles into the sink. Only when he's sure the last bit of spaghetti has been cleansed from his mouth does he turn and look at her.]

... I'm fine.

[He doesn't want to admit he just failed at making something, though, so he just dumps the whole pot in the sink.]

[child_of_bhaal]

You sure?

[She doubts, because he just screamed. People don't just scream.]

[witheringlotus]

[Erk.]

I'm sure. Just some bad food.

[She's nice. He's not used to this. Stop being nice, thanks.]

Who are you?

[child_of_bhaal]

[Sorry. Can't.]

Oh! Yes, sorry. I'm Syeira, one of the captains here.

[She bows, because it's polite. And handshakes are still odd.]

Well met and welcome, good sir.

[witheringlotus]

[Ironically, bowing is a little more acceptable since he comes from an Asian background. He doesn't bow back, though.]

Kanda. [Captain-- wait, multiple captains? What on God's green earth is going on with this ship?]

... You don't have to welcome me. It's not like I want to be here.

[child_of_bhaal]

Rarely does anyone want to be abducted, of course. But all the more reason we should be hospitable to one another.

[The smile she gives him is warm and friendly.]

So, if there's anything I can assist you with, I am at your service, Kanda. ... Though if you're looking for something passable to eat, I'm not the best one to ask.

[witheringlotus]

Whatever. I'm not one to make friends or entertain people, so I don't know why they brought me here.

[He scoffs and looks away. He's obviously the prickly, secretly-shy type-- or else he'd meet her eyes more often.]

Soba. That's what I'm looking for.

[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...

[witheringlotus]

[At least it's muffled non-girly screaming, but still, Kanda has a tendency to yell when he's upset. Zhas gets a great view of Kanda halfway through spitting up noodles, though most of it is hidden by the pan. Surely he has an imagination.

Their eyes meet. There is a palpable moment of silence for the poor deceased teriyakighetti. He practically hurls the pot back into the sink and turns the water on without looking, sending Zhas the dirtiest look he can manage.]

Do you need something?

[He does not sound particularly charitable.]

[theboogieman]

[well, that's... unfortunate, because he can't keep a straight face for long.

his skeleton face breaks into a grin shortly before he starts laughing. his arm goes up to cover his mouth but he's hardwired not to touch his facepaint, so he just ends up clutching at his side and laughing harder because that's the funniest thing he's seen in months.

god help him he is turning away from the kitchen because he can't look at Kanda and not start laughing all over again. he's going to remember this forever.]

[witheringlotus]

[Normally when skull-faced miscreants laugh at him, Kanda chops them up because they're related to Akuma somehow. Unfortunately, he's not getting that feeling from this kid. The moment he starts laughing, Kanda's face scrunches up-- which no doubt makes it funnier.]

What the hell is so funny?!

[Maybe he has something on his face. He wipes his mouth on his Exorcist uniform furiously. He's so tempted to yell a challenge but he's trying... to break out of that. He just got here. He's not supposed to hurt anyone.

UGH BUT IT'S SO HARD TO BE GOOD.]

YOU GOT A PROBLEM, BONEHEAD?!?

[theboogieman]

[HAHAHA, oh god, ow, haha, he's trying to stop laughing, honestly. he's trying so hard. he's leaning on a wall at this point because otherwise he'd fall over.

his face hurts. his side hurts. it's awful! he tries to wave a hand off in Kanda's direction because he's very much trying to keep himself quiet for more than a couple of seconds at a time.]

...Stop...

[you're killin' him... oooh lordy, at least the laughing is turning into him just trying to catch a breath...]

[witheringlotus]

[He is... so damn embarrassed. He'd love to stick around and introduce himself, but instead he gathers the shards of his dignity and tries to move past Zhas into the hall. FUCK THIS SHIT I'M OUT.]

Whatever, I'm going.

[theboogieman]

[and Zhas isn't really going to make an attempt to stop him. he's busy pulling himself back together--and he prefers an empty kitchen to an occupied one, besides.

but when Kanda's already several feet behind him, he does call back...]

Leftovers are in the fridge...

[while he may be an asshole, even he wouldn't want a fellow man to starve to death...]

[witheringlotus]

[That gets Kanda to stop, if only because he's really hungry and frustrated. He turns at the end of the hall, though he doesn't make any move to come back.]

... Are they decent?

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.

[witheringlotus]

[He recognizes her, distantly. She seemed less obnoxious than some people.]

... I don't know what that is. [His world has flying golems and portable radio communication via jewelry, but handheld blow dryers? Yeah right.] Do you have one of those?

[interstices]

Yeah. It's in the bathroom. [Asuka points sort of vaguely, then stops herself. If he doesn't know what it is, he'll have no luck finding it. The sour look on her face deepens for a second, and then, digging her hands into the pockets of her sundress, she starts to stalk off.] Hold on.

[Only to return a few minutes later with a cordless hairdryer, attained probably through slightly unscrupulous means some time before. Holding it out to him, she gestures towards the on button and the different settings.] You can change the intensity and the temperature with these. It'll get rid of the confetti.

[witheringlotus]

[Kanda looks her over. Something eases in his expression-- just a little. She's genuinely trying to help him. It's... different.]

... Thanks.

[He takes the hairdryer and gives it a thorough inspection. It... looks like a gun. Is it like an air gun? He's not sure what to make of it, but then he hits the on button and HOLY SHIT IT'S LOUD HOT AIR and he almost drops the damn thing. JESUS.]

Hope this works.

[He tugs his hair down with the stereotypical Loreal commercial look, and it's down past his ass. There's no excuse for that, really. He turns it on... and scrunches up his face as air blows past it, giving him the impression of a fluffy cat in a wind tunnel.]

[interstices]

Better?

[Asuka doesn't look remotely like she's about to laugh at him, that same irritable expression glued on her face as before, though she does give him a quizzical look when he nearly drops the hairdryer. And what kind of guy keeps hair that long, anyway? Someone with more vanity than sense.]

What's your augment? [What's your name might be a more friendly response. Asuka pokes one hand out.] I'm Asuka Shikinami Langley.

[witheringlotus]

['More vanity than sense' is a pretty apt description of Kanda, really.]

I think so.

[Maybe. He draws his fingers through his hair just to check, and there's no confetti! He turns it off and hands it back to Asuka like one would handle a gun, hilt first.]

Lab support, whatever that means. Name's Kanda. [He... isn't used to handshakes, so he just puts the blow dryer there.]

You're Japanese?

[interstices]

Quarter.

[Asuka doesn't elaborate, but accepts the hairdryer in lieu of a handshake, sticking it on the same table the dessert cream is on. He's seemed so suspicious of the hairdryer that she's secretly grateful he hasn't ended up with the pilot augment-- though maybe, given her tendency to hog that duty, that wouldn't be an issue. He might be too wary to try to fly.]

[She raises an eyebrow, the effect muted by the fact that only one of her eyes is visible.]

You haven't worked in a lab before?

[witheringlotus]

You speak English. [Or at least that's what he's hearing. He doesn't know about the babel thing.]

... No. [He manages to look a little uncomfortable.] I've seen enough.