Who: Hange, Bill, and... you??????? If you only want one of em please specify in your subject line!
What: Hange and Bill start their localized emotion-sharing flood; who wants to interact with two huge weirdos? (They'll be together a lot)
When: Throughout the third week of February
Where: All over ye got damnn ship
Warnings: Nothin yet

For Bill:

The connection between them flexes open as if some invisible hand turned a spigot to let material flow. Bill might feel it more than Hange, at first. These days her emotions often have a faded, overused quality, like a spring overextended so hard it never snapped back to its original tension, but they're still present. Ubiquitous, really.

A weave of feelings touches Bill. Anticipation, affection, in Hange they braid together and make interest. Curiosity. Two of her strongest drivers. They're good feelings for her, when they rise it's like the long, sweet note of a flute blown behind her ear. More than twenty years in the past, a younger Hange turned over a flat stone to study the worms and pillbugs underneath with calm fascination. Let's do it again. Turn over the stone. What's hiding here this time?

Open to all:

Hange makes sure she's together with Bill a lot this week.

The band (the gang!) is back together again; Bill, Hange and Betelgeuse can be found in the art room's music annex regularly, bickering over lyrics, trying out new songs, singing, practicing, playing. Hange's emotions while doing this rise and fall quickly, moving like a stream: happiness, humor, irritation that is not lasting or serious. Also, since she's one of the wardens keeping the place open, Hange spends a significant amount of time in the art room even when not at band practice, keeping an eye on the inmates who come and go, making sure no dangerous materials walk out the door wholesale, encouraging all comers to clean up after themselves, mostly letting them do as they wish otherwise. For her own projects she has her hands in clay almost constantly: spinning out cups, bowls, and vases on a wheel, free sculpting a mask of one of her comrade's faces, mixing and smushing spent clay back into fluid readiness. In the depths of this work, watching as new things find shape, Hange sinks into a feeling of deep, calm contentment.

Physical training is also a constant of her days. Scouts train all the time! As the disciplined commander Hange has to keep up her own regimen and honestly has little problem motivating herself to do it. She can be found on the halls going to or from the Enclosure, one of the only times another barge resident might ever see her wearing the tactical gear (to the untrained eye, it's a mess of strapping, cables, swords and weird boxlike scabbards full of yet more hiltless blades).

"You can mess with the Titans if you wanna," is an offer made to Bill but pretty much just Bill alone. They're dangerous beings that she isn't inclined to let most humans near unattended - especially inmates.

Other days, she's on her way to the Enclosure just looking for a good time. When the environment is safe she props the door. Other inmates and wardens are welcome to come in and make the most of the scenery. One of her favored places is a series of rocky seaside cliffs, good for climbing, good for jumping. At maximum, there's probably an eighty foot drop to the water.

Hange wears a black one piece and twits Bill at the cliff's edge. "I think you can fly, so it's automatically cheating! You should just let yourself fall."

Anticipation bubbles like champagne. It would be easy to feel afraid in these kinds of scenarios but Hange jumped off very tall objects for a living. The physiological reactions of fear can be drawn into excitement if you practice the twist enough. Hange nurses this joy like a weak fire she wants to shelter against a strong wind.

Bill drags them both to the spa, where he, as usual, spends a long time looking at treatments for people who have things like Skin and Fingernails and bouncing rapidly between mild jealousy and acidic disdain for the variety of options - then hogging the hot tub.

You can also find them both in the library, where he's excitedly trying to get Hange into increasingly arcane forms of math and physics.

"SEE, THIS IS WHERE IT GETS FUN. IF YOU OBSERVE THE ELECTRONS, THEY STOP DOING IT. IF YOU DETECT WHICH SLIT THEY'RE GOING THROUGH, IT JUST DOESN'T DO IT ANY MORE. NOW, THIS IS STUPID, BUT IT MAKES PEOPLE MAD, WHICH IS THE BEST KIND OF STUPID THING."

This is so funny. Nothing beats this shit. What better time to share the joy of how little sense the universe makes at the truly granular level?