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[theboogieman]

Who: The fine crew of the SS Red Fish!
Broadcast: Probably not so much...
Action: You betcha.
When: Barely forward-dated to Halloween!

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[welcome to the Red Fish, the ship that always looks ready for Halloween anyway.

while today is a popular Earth holiday, it's also Zhas' birthday, and he has probably mentioned it to everyone on board in an unsubtle way over the last few weeks. there are a hilarious number of jack-o-lanterns around the ship, showing off skull-face carvings of... varying quality. thanks, Syeira!

what's in store on this spooky night? HILARITY, probably.]

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[recipio]

[ The shrug is more than enough for Carl to relax a bit more. He doesn't know how up to answering questions he is at the moment. It's a relief to know that he's among like-company, though how they're all connected isn't clear yet. ]

Really? [ Hey, a pilot, that's handy. ] Cool.

[theboogieman]

Kinda cool.

[kind of. he has a love-hate relationship with the void of space, and with the information that's been given to him by their mysterious overlords. it's complicated. and today he doesn't like complicated things.]

And you're welcome to anything around... [though, after a moment of thought, he looks back over his shoulder.] 'Cept the lab. Coil'll stalk you through the vents, or something.

[recipio]

Guessing you've been here long enough for it not to be as exciting?

[ It's still pretty exciting, all things considered. Even if the world decides to un-fuck itself, it's not like there's a zombie space program. The idea that someone just stuffed all this new information in their heads is kinda freaky, because what the hell else can they do? ]

Okay, no poking around the lab. Got it. [ He pulls a face, though. ] The vents? People can fit in there?

[ Not that he's really tried, because small spaces... yeesh. ]

[theboogieman]

Nah. Just think it's weird, mostly.

['weird' is a nice, good, neutral word for it. he looks back over at Carl, though he points up at where he knows an internal vent is hidden up in the ceiling.]

Some of 'em. Not me, obviously-- [he's too tall.] But there's room for smaller folk. You'd fit... Dunno about your hat.

[recipio]

Weird is a pretty good word for it, yeah.

[ Much like this conversation, but hey, space. Carl spares a glance upward toward where Zhas is pointing. How do the vents even hold somebody? Space vermin are light enough, but he remains unsure..

Though he still maintains the thought that someone's going to stalk him through the vents if he goes where he's not supposed to. ]

I'll leave the vents to whatever's crawling in there.