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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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[theboogieman]

[ OPTION A → before anything really starts happening, Zhas can be found milling about the ship without any of his signature makeup on. he's wearing his normal-people clothes, too, and seems to be moving around with less tense, looming, antisocial gloom than usual.

could Zhas be... in a good mood? if you'd have to see it to believe it, well, now's your chance, because he's heading your way right now. crewmates are welcome to know it's his birthday today, because he's never been subtle about mentioning it.]

[ OPTION B → much later in the evening and several drinks later, Zhas' mood has elevated to "this is the best ship and I love everyone in this bar." sure, they're all just... hanging out in the kitchen, but Zhas has pulled everyone he's found in for a little impromptu mingling, and there is food (hey, dried pumpkin seeds!) and there is alcohol, and he's still totally down to talk to you. for once.

he's at his most sociable (at least compared to his usual, anyway) and just happy to have his one, traditional day off from being a scary vampire hunter. if you've ever wanted a good chat with him, get in on it now, because...]

[ OPTION C → ...eventually, there's probably too much drinking, and Zhas starts getting kind of incomprehensible. are you guys still hanging out in the kitchen? have you wandered off somewhere else? have you left the ship, only for Zhas to pop up and try to misguidedly talk to you again? YOU DECIDE.]

[mortalcoil]

[it happens every single Halloween... and while Coil may have only known Zhas for a few years out of his life, those years have packed more than enough punch to seem like eons. and he feels like he's lived through this particular tradition enough times to make his hair turn grey.

once a year, the world turns on its head. today is Zhas' birthday, and all the rules of Coil's reality run backwards until it's over.

this means that it is also a rare day in which Coil doesn't have the option of hiding in his room or disappearing into the shadows of the planet... because he has some babysitting to do.

tonight, Coil is out in the open, camped out in the corner of whatever room Zhas happens to be in. and while his partner may currently have a naked, human face, Coil seems to have taken up the slack--for once, Coil is the one with a skull painted on his face. and because of the paint, it's hard to tell what he thinks about this whole thing, but by the way he's mostly ignoring the cup of something inappropriately strong in his hand, he doesn't seem to be particularly thrilled.]

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

a )

[Arthur is... drunk. Very drunk. It started with a couple glasses, and then he realized maybe he had more than that when he stood up.

He seems very happy at least, greeting anyone who approaches. But, at the moment, he's sitting at the table, stacking kitchen items on top of each other like a strange version of Jenga.]

Don't break my concentration, [he warns whoever's approaching, his eyes set on his pile as he tries to put a ladle at the tippy-top.]

b )

[After that, he's winding down to sleepy and drunk, and he tries to appear bright-eyed and sober while slumping over in his seat, his chin in his hand and elbow slipping on the table now and then. In his other hand, he has a pen, and he's doodling on his sketchpad, now and then drawing the people at the party (his drawing skills are remarkably still pretty good while drunk), the Penrose steps, and words, scribbled notes about dreams and imagery and metaphor.]