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.)]

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.

[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.)

[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

[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.]