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Red Fishies

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!)

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[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.]

You sure?

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

[Erk.]

I'm sure. Just some bad food.

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

Who are you?

[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.

[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.

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.

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.

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If we ever puzzle out the why of this place, I'm sure it will lead directly to our liberation. Until then...

[She shrugs. Until then, they just do what they do.

Now, about that... whatever he called it.]

I'm not familiar with that, sorry. Are you from Earth? Because I'm not very learned about Earth things.

That's optimistic. [He was going to suggest killing everyone in charge, but...]

... Noodles made of buckwheat. You're not from Earth? [Well, that's a new one. Even though they're nowhere near their own dimension, everyone he's spoken to so far has been from Earth.]

[Oh no. She's completely on board with killing everyone in charge. She's just being discreet.]

No. I'm from a world called Toril.

[She pulls up her hair in both hands and turns her head, to show him her ears.]

Not human either, though that race does exist on my world.

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[He's not shocked by her ears. Krory has pointy ears, too-- it's just part of having Innocence, sometimes. Thankfully, Kanda has always been beautiful.]

Are you some kind of vampire, then?

[Listen, he doesn't know what an elf is. Lord of the Rings hasn't been written yet.]

[If she'd been drinking something, she'd have spat it across the room. As it is, she looks like she just got slapped in the forehead or something. She flinches in shock, sputters.]

What?! No! I'm half-elven!

I don't know what that is. [He sounds... vaguely... maybe... apologetic. Possibly.] One of my teammates has pointy ears and he drinks demon blood. That's why I asked.

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O-oh! [Okay that's less horribly insulting.]

Nno. Elves are the Tel-quessir, descended from the Eldarin...which.. means.. nothing to you... I don't drink blood.

[Barely.]

I eat food. Normal, non-undead food. Like living people do.

Okay.

[Well, that's good, he supposes.]

I'm not sure I call this food. Tofu doesn't come out of a soda machine.

Most of the real food is in the cold box.

[She means the refrigerator.]

We had a pantry for a few weeks, but we lost it when the person with the cooking augment transferred. I saved the sack of sugar though.

[ Because sugar is super rare and valuable ok.]

[Ah, yes, he's used to those. Mostly.]

Is there any ginger?

[He can probably make something with ginger...]

Maybe?

[She does know what ginger is. They have ginger on Toril. She just doesn't recall seeing it.]

It's worth a look though. I don't do a lot of in depth cooking so there might be.

I don't cook, either. Ugh.

[He just... hasn't eaten since he got transferred. nbd. He goes to the fridge and looks inside of it, though.]

... Are there any peppers? [Maybe he'll just eat vegetables. Just peppers and nothing else. Seems legit.]

Um, there's fruit, potatoes, milk, meat, uh some dry oats in the cabinet. Bread.

[You know, the basics.]

Left overs from last night. Zhas makes most everything pretty well.

[Fruit. He can eat fruit. He's not going to admit he's got a bit of a sweet tooth, but fruit is better than starving. He finds something like an apple and seizes it.]

Who is that?

[She wouldn't judge him if he admitted it. Sweets are wonderful.]

Ah, human, seems taller than he really is, wears a big coat, voice like falling rocks when he bothers to speak, paints a skull on his face. Can't miss him.

[Said with the utmost affection. No, really.]

Sounds like he wants to be noticed.

[And real friendly, too. Like most people who wear skulls on their faces.]

In a sense.

[Zhas wants to be intimidating. Similar things, but not quite the same.]

The kitchen is kind of his space. You'll run into him sooner or later.

Thanks for the warning.

[This... ship... is certainly not what Kanda expected, but it's okay. For now.]

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