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]

Comments

[mortalcoil]

[calling the look that he quietly pins on her 'wary' wouldn't be quite right. it's untrusting at the very least, and reluctant, but there is also some amount of measuring, there.

whatever it is, he isn't quick to agree and let her help. there really isn't an obvious downside to her offer, but he still just stops and looks at her for a minute.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[She bears up under the look. The only really reassuring thing she knows is that that distrustful look has likely nothing to do with her. It's a little sad to ponder, but it means that she's not fighting her own reputation at the moment. She's fighting everyone else's that caused him to give such looks instinctively to offers of help. She finds those odds to be better, especially since she doesn't know how high they stack. Ignorance and bliss after all.

So she lets him stare, giving it a few moments before adding one last gentle nudge.]

We're part of a team now, aren't we? I'd really like to help.

[mortalcoil]

[the suspicious look clears up a little, at least. but with the way he tilts his chin a little higher, looking slightly more sure of himself in this situation, it seems like he may be gleaning more from her statement than simply her words.

but he moves over, a little--allowing her room to step forward and help if she really wants.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[When he moves, the smile that comes across her face is just pure and beaming. She's never more happy than when she's helping someone. Even in small ways.

She moves in where he gave her space, finds a grip, lifting. She's not a bruiser by any means, but she's fit, plenty enough for this.]

Go back to go forward, yes?

[Not an order. When she says team, she means it.]

When you're ready.

[mortalcoil]

[she gets one more distinctly sideways glance, and this one might be over how excited she seems to be over helping. it isn't a sentiment he exactly agrees with, even though he's the one being helped.

but he eventually adjusts his grip and nods to signal that he's ready, and then gives the desk a good little tug to try and get it unwedged from the hatchway.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[If only he knew the reasons behind her apparent excitement. He might at least understand the motivation behind the reaction, if not the intensity of it.

In any case, she goes with the nod, and when he tugs, she does too, throwing her weight against the desk to get it to move from the wedged position. It shifts. A little. They're on the right track!]

[mortalcoil]

[and that little bit of success is a good temporary distraction from his opinions on his new crewmate.

he focuses in now, leaving his spot without warning, just kind of hoping she'll hold the thing still for a minute. and stepping around to where the corner of it is still stuck partway down the hatch, he takes up a new leverage point.

this time, he'll lift up while she pulls. and once he crouches down and gets a new grip on the desk, he nods at her. he can't exactly say 'one, two, three, go,' so that part is probably on her.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[She's not wholly unobservant, so she gets the idea of what he needs her to do. She makes sure her grip is solid, and then nods.]

Ready. Go.

[And she pulls, using her legs, like you're supposed to.]

[mortalcoil]

[and hey, the kid is apparently stronger than he looks. he braces and hoists the desk up while she pulls, and the whole thing finally levers out of the hatchway and rattles up onto the floor of the hall proper, leaving the hatch to swing closed behind it.

success!

and Coil huffs a big, annoyed breath once it's all over.]

[child_of_bhaal]

Okay. Hard part's over.

[Positivity. c:

She moves around the desk to the hatch and pushes it open again.]

I can hold this and help guide you through.

[mortalcoil]

[this kid is a worker, nice and focused now that there is a clear task at hand.

he just gives one clipped little nod before he takes up position at the desk again, and he's buckling down to start maneuvering it down the hatch without really double-checking whether she's ready or not.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[It's probably a good thing she can roll with the punches, as the saying goes. He's not exactly communicative, even without the talking, so yes, he catches her a little off guard. But she, just props the door with her body and takes the desk -which may or may not have rammed into her a little- and guides it so it doesn't get stuck.]

Turn it a little to the left. Your left.

[mortalcoil]

[he obeys, angling the thing until it stops being caught by the doorway or hatch or anything else, and is pretty much supported by nothing but the two of them.

so, as long as she doesn't drop it on the way down to the floor, they should be in good shape.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[It's not that heavy, so luckily she can hold it. She doesn't even have a near miss! Once it's safely through the hatch, she sets it down though. No reason to tempt fate.]

There. We did it.

[c: Go team.]

[mortalcoil]

[once the desk is safely on the ground, he hops down after it into the room.

and he has apparently been quite busy setting up his space--which has mostly consisted of him filling his room with as many piles of books, scribing equipment, and cabalistic paraphernalia as he could. by the looks of it, even his cot has been packed up and moved off somewhere to save space.

and once he dusts off his hands, he gives her a nod of thanks, and starts shoving his desk toward the only empty corner of the tiny room. expecting her to just head on her way, probably.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[She honestly figures that's all she's going to get, so she starts to go, as he expects. It's kind of rude to just hover around people when they don't need anything from you. But on her way out (up?) she sort of pauses, and sticks her head back in, holding the hatch open.]

Oh um, my name's Syeira. I'm new here, and I like to help. Keeps me busy. So if you've ever a need, let me know. I mean, I see you're kind of out of space here, so if you need to sleep, you can borrow my cot instead of the floor if you want. I don't get much sleep so, yeah.

[The eloquent Bard.]

It was nice meeting you, friend.

[She'll just...go back up now.]