It's Time for a Red...Fish Mingle

[heroofcocoon]

Who: The Red Fish Crew and Friends
Broadcast: maybe
Action: The SS Red Fish
When: during drift time

[So, who doesn't love cannibals? Amirite? They're the best.

Also, tag yourself, crew. You know you wanna.]

Comments

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Five hundred years?

[His comment seems a bit airier and offhand than she'd quite care for, but she doesn't quite mind. At least for tonight, it's a pretty vast improvement over being in the kitchen alone with just her own thoughts, no matter how much she might argue otherwise. She's kept her sullen distance from the rest of the crew, accustomed to going her own way-- but if they run into anything like that last disaster, keeping to herself would be a liability.]

[Or maybe she's just feeling like some company. Asuka takes a sip of too-hot tea and shrugs. She doubts she knows this guy well enough at all to expect a real answer, but she figures she has to ask.]

Then what's on your mind?

[heroofcocoon]

Give or take a decade.

[Well, when you're an asshole that's lived for five hundred years hating ones self, all serious comments aren't really likely to happen without some levity. And/or sarcasm.]

When one can't sleep, what's better than walking around a little metal ship that's just a few inches too small for me. Besides, sleep only comes easy for those that deserve it.

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You could always train in the cargo hold.

[Train is maybe a stretch. In its current state, the area's more geared towards workouts than anything really serious, especially solo. But there's more headroom there, at least, and little to bother anyone.]

[Crewmates come and go-- mostly go-- so often from the Red Fish that Asuka doesn't keep the best track. But all the same, she's pretty sure she never introduced himself to this guy after the customary chocolate dessert arrived. Lips pursed, she sticks out a hand, though she doesn't hop down from the countertop to shake his.]

Asuka Shikinami Langley. [She rattles off her name a little dryly, and then, without even the quirk of a smile to hint at any humor--] After that long, I feel sorry for your barber.

[heroofcocoon]

Could, but can't spend my entire time there. Besides, it'd be easier to get exercise on the Iskaulit, I guess.

[And he needs big spaces to just let loose. Punch his feelings away and all that shit.

He smiles down at the hand before taking it in a brief shake.]

Snow. Snow Villiers. And you should feel sorry for him.

[He died.]

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[Her own handshake is a little tense, grip a bit too firm. Asuka shrugs noncommittally.]

The Iskaulit's okay. I've never exercised there much. Just gone to the gardens. [She's still sort of enamored at the comparable abundance of plant life there, even after years-- years-- of being in the Fleet. It's almost embarrassing.]

[He seems guarded, but she's not one to talk there. She sets her mug down with a small thump.]

Should I feel sorry for you, too?

[heroofcocoon]

[He doesn't even notice any problem with it. After Fang and Lightning, he just expects women to be as strong as they possibly can be. Besides, sharing isn't a thing he does well anymore.]

Gardens are nice, I guess, but I like all the extra room. Makes it easier to breathe sometimes.

[He's just sort of tired of everything, but the Iskaulit is a nice break from the cramped conditions of the smaller ships.]

Would rather you didn't. Not looking for pity. Just trying to get by.