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!)

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[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.

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[witheringlotus]

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.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[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.

[witheringlotus]

[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.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[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!

[witheringlotus]

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.

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[witheringlotus]

Okay.

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

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

[child_of_bhaal]

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.]

[witheringlotus]

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

Is there any ginger?

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

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[witheringlotus]

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.]

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[witheringlotus]

[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?

[child_of_bhaal]

[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.]

[witheringlotus]

Sounds like he wants to be noticed.

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

[child_of_bhaal]

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.

[witheringlotus]

Thanks for the warning.

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

[child_of_bhaal]

[The Red Fish is one of a kind.]

He's not as bad as he sounds.

[Does she hear the words she's saying? Who knows?]

It's a good crew here. If you decide to stay.

[witheringlotus]

I don't really have anywhere else to go.

[The Blue Fish is definitely Allen's home. Kanda would feel... invasive. He doesn't want to do that, not after the reaction they got over the network.]