the most red fish mingle that ever was

[blindoptimism]

Who: Crew of the Red Fish and visiting friends.
Broadcast: Possibly? Possibly not?
Action: Aboard the lovely Red Fish.
When: General late March/Early April catch all!

[This week the stalwart passengers on the SS Redfish loose one of their own! The dashing "tailor" is no where to be found, but in his place a mysterious bearded stranger has appeared? What could possibly happen??

Find out on today's episode of... DRIFT FLEET - RED FISH EDITION]

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[blindoptimism]

[It's been a day and she hasn't seen Hange anywhere. After spending some time faffing about, trying to convince herself that she shouldn't be concerned... other crew members will be able to find her at her communication station. She's combing through the computer files, meticulously checking the ship rosters. And... nothing. She frowns and her fingers pause above the keyboard, her pinkie gently tapping the 'A' key before she lets her fingers rest on the board.

Is she really gone? It was baffling to think of and she didn't quite know what she should do. Would someone have to replace her as captain? The idea felt wrong even in her own mind, much less imagining saying it out loud. She'd have to tell Zhas and Coil, although it struck her that they might already know.

People are free to either run into her while she's in the com room, or while she's rolling her chair through the ship looking for people. Either way, if she spots your character first she will decisively roll in their direction, looking a bit more serious that usual.

Wanna get the first word in? If not, she'll lead off.]

[delicioustea]

[ Iroh is just walking through the ship himself, looking curiously at everything they've got going on in here.

Spaceships are weird. Weird, and so .... inorganic. But, this was where he was to be for an undetermined amount of time, so he supposes he had better get used to it.

Either way, when he spots Nunnally wheeling on by, he's happy to greet her with a respectful bow. ]

Ah, good afternoon. You must be one of the people living on this ship.

[blindoptimism]

[oh! She hears Iroh's footsteps before she quite recognizes that they aren't a cadence that she recognizes. Hange's quick and eager shuffle, Zhas's heavy boots, Coil's silent steps... These footsteps are slow, calm but decisive. She looks up and quickly attempts to look less serious. Slight strain may be visible around her eyes as she tries to make her smile look entirely carefree]

Yes. My name is Nunnally, I'm the communications officer aboard this ship.

[she folds her hands in her lap, unconsciously sitting up a little straighter in her chair and bowing her head in return] If you need help with anything, please feel free to ask me. I'll try to arrange it as best I can.

[delicioustea]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Nunnally.

[ He has to admire how hard she's trying to greet him properly ... ]

My name is Iroh. I appreciate the offer, this is all very new to me.

[theboogieman]

[oh, he... suspects, at the very least. and it hasn't sat well with him at all.

he was on his way to the bridge himself, having finally worked up the guts to check... but he runs into Nunnally first, looking serious, and it all but confirms it for him. he slows, looking at her... and tilts his head to ask the obvious question. any sign of her?]

[blindoptimism]

[she specifically tries to use the official sign for Hello instead of just waving her hand aimlessly. And then she shakes her head... She assumes they're both on the same page right now]

I can't find her anywhere... And I checked all of the ship logs, she's nowhere to be found.

[theboogieman]

[he doesn't return the gesture, but he nods. if she's not on the ship logs and not hanging around the ship... Hange has either pulled a fantastic disappearing trick, or she's disappeared. just like Nunnally did before.

he wasn't saying anything before, but something about him changes and now he seems... quiet and withdrawn, just with the way he's holding himself. he sets his jaw while he thinks.]

[delicioustea]

[ What better way to greet his crewmates than to make them a delicious meal, right?

He's just in the kitchen, working with what he can find to make something he can share with everyone. And, of course, there's a pot of tea brewing, too.

Come bother him! ]

[child_of_bhaal]

[Once she's 'shuffled' on board, Syeira goes poking around. Her nose actually leads her into the kitchen. She's not surprised to see someone in there, because cooking tools should not be left unattended. So she actually politely knocks on the door frame before setting foot inside though. Manners.]

Ah, hello?

[delicioustea]

[ He turns from whatever he's cooking to see her, and gives her a friendly smile, though they have yet to meet. ]

Hello, there. Please, come on in.

[ He gestures to an empty chair by the table. Make yourself comfortable, Syeira! ]

[child_of_bhaal]

[She does come in, clearly not very awkward about being a new person in a new space. She travels too much to let that happen. She sits where he points.]

Thank you. I'm Syeira. I was just [dropped] sent here.

[theboogieman]

[the kitchen is usually his domain... he doesn't have the skill of someone with the right augment, but it's still something of a pasttime for him... and no one else knew how to cook. until now, apparently.

so he shows up in a full skull-face and a big coat and... hovers in the kitchen, looking confused and kind of irritable.]

[delicioustea]

[ Well ... that sure is a getup, there. Iroh looks a little confused at his choice of face paint, but it quickly turns into a warm smile ]

Hello there. I didn't mean to startle you.

[theboogieman]

[...Zhas gives him a very flat look, glancing over everything going on here. where did that pantry door come from? since when do they have one of those? this guy must... actually be a cook. that's... uh. interesting.

he, of course, gives Iroh absolutely zero words to work with.]

Forward dated to after she got shuffled on board

[child_of_bhaal]

[Syeira is both new to the fleet and new to the ship. She explores, and by that, she opens every door that isn't locked at some point, just getting her bearings. She'll end up in the Armory at some point (congratz Redfish, you have one now, thanks to her timely abduction) and spends some time frowning slightly at things that are not swords, or bows, or any kind of normal weapon.

She's also a chronic insomniac due to nightmares. Anyone who's trying to sleep the same time she is, might hear her thrashing, or talking in her sleep, or she might just wake you up at the end of a nightmare, by screaming a little.]

[theboogieman]

[they've actually had an armory for some time, thanks to Zhas being the first resident security officer... which is why he's confused when a new, unfamiliar presence is coming from the tiny weapons room. he's on-guard, of course, but pauses in the doorway.

and for whatever reason he... stares at her. his eyes have this dim orange glow to them, in the low light of the hall. he's also painted his face to look like a human skull, which really doesn't do much to make him appear people-friendly. he's got a dark wool coat on. looks heavy.

so... uh. hello. this is Zhas, your crewmate.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[She's a little surprised by him. Not by his appearance or anything, they grow them way way weirder on Toril. But definitely by his suddenly being in the doorway she was going to go out of.

He stares at her, she stares up at him, noting he's taller than she is, but not towering. She lets the silence go one for maybe 30 seconds. Long enough to be certain he's not planning on saying anything and also probably not moving. So, the ice breaking is on her.]

Hello. I'm Syeira. I just got [dumped] placed here.

[theboogieman]

[hearing her talk seems to take the edge off of his guard, but not by much. he still watches her, looking over her clothes, her face. he can feel the effects of her enchantments working on him, and he doesn't much like it.

he finally walks closer, but it's... absolutely so that he can smell the air. near her face. which is not typically a thing that humans do.]

[blindoptimism]

[Nunnally rarely sleeps in her small bunk, it's hard to haul herself in and out of bed from her wheelchair and her chair is comfortable enough with a pillow and blanket. But she still likes to sleep near the other beds, just so she feels close to everyone else.

So when she hears screaming she wakes up blearily, and rubs at her eyes. She rolls her chair slowly through the dark and tries to figure out where the noise is coming from]

Hello? Are you okay? [she kind of calls out aimlessly, her sleepy brain trying to catch up with what is happening]

[child_of_bhaal]

[It wasn't a terribly loud scream. More abrupt, strangled and quickly cut off. She's done this enough that she wakes up fast enough to not be too disruptive to other people.

She can also see decently. Not great. Her infravision helps her to see better than most, if there's even a little light to go by, so she can see Nunnally searching for her.]

No, I'm- [She clears her scratchy throat.] I'm fine. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.

[mortalcoil]

[there are new crewmates on the ship? aside from one eye glancing sideways at them in passing, the silent boy hasn't given them the time of day.

though, he's hardly been on the ship at all recently, to be fair. the kid is always out, working on something, coming and going with hardly a sound.

today is different, though. they finally each have their own bunk rooms now, and Coil has made a few important trades with passing merchants. on this day, he's buzzing back and forth between the cargo bay and his bunk, bringing in things to set up in his little room... and one thing in particular is giving him trouble.

it can barely be considered a desk, but the piece of makeshift furniture will just have to be adequate for the task. he has managed to drag it all the way up from the hold, through the halls, but trying to get it down into his bunk is a problem. the thing is now kind of wedged in the hatch, and the kid is struggling to get it loose by himself.

he'll get it eventually... maybe.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[Syeira could accurately be described as 'social'. She generally likes people. Likes to meet them, talk to them, discover who they are, and with luck, become friendly. She has seen the fourth crewmate. She's made attempts to talk to him, but he has managed each time to promptly ignore her and walk away. She hasn't pressed because she tries to respect people's boundaries.

Well...mostly. She has been gently sieging Zhas' aura of "grr, I'm dark and broody, go the fuck away" with attacks of companionship. But generally, she tries to at least be tactful, not over zealous or pushy. Opportunities to get to know people usually present themselves.

And thus, here they are. With a ...furniture like thing wedged in a hatch and the one person she hasn't managed to meet struggling to get it to move. So she pokes her redhead into the situation, like she's wont to do.]

Do you need some help?

[mortalcoil]

[she comes up on his seeing side, so he doesn't have to turn far to be able to slide a glance in her direction. and as usual, this is his first line of defense, and it's all she gets at first.

there may also be a little huff of breath through his nose, but that rolls right into him continuing his struggle, so it's hard to tell.

he's really not going to get far on his own, however. with the way the spring-loaded inward-opening hatch door is applying constant pressure to the furniture thing, it's going to be literally impossible for him to push that open and unwedge the desk at the same time.

she could stand there and watch him struggle for an hour if she wanted.]

[delicioustea]

[ And Iroh's heading down the hall to go to the kitchen, when he spots ... this.

Now, he's noticed that this guy hasn't really wanted to say anything to him, though he's been decidedly friendly to him anyways. But it's clear the young man needs some help, here, so he'll come on over ]

Oh -- I think I see the trouble, here. Let me help.

[ He doesn't actually move to help just yet, because he doesn't want to butt in if he's unwanted. But he's looking at Coil expectantly ]

[mortalcoil]

[and even though it's pretty obvious that there is no way that the kid can manage this desk by himself--especially with how the springloaded nature of the hatch is keeping it constantly closing on the piece of furniture that is now stuck--he doesn't seem eager for the help.

with the man happening to be coming up on his blind side, he turns his head far enough to be able to fix him with a long look.

it's not exactly a welcoming expression.]