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Who: Cole
Broadcast: No
Action: EVERY SHIP EXCEPT THE MARSIVA
When: The first half of the month

[See, the problem is, now Cole's augment is a pilot one.

He's lost the room he wasn't aware as his, but he's gained a whole new lot of knowledge. Such as how to move the ship, how to dock it to other ships and that makes his constant wandering from ship to ship much easier.

And it means he can park the Pathstone with the Three Twins and Tourist without ever going on board either of them. He can bring the Pathstone to them, and still give Fenris his safe space and people form those ships and visit the Pathstone without having to take a shuttle!

So, Cole's doing his rounds again. Visiting. Parking. Shoving the Pathstone wherever he feels like going.]

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How deeply considerate of it. Suppose it's time we're able to dodge whatever bullshit they throw at us.

Do you think that's why I have Pilot Augment now?

[Crowley gives a shrug, moving to lean casually against the console. ]

Maybe? This thing's never had a pilot before. Atroma might have decided to put us out of our misery.

Atroma's going to kill us?

No, I meant...figuratively. As in given us a pilot.

Though maybe one day it'll try, who knows.

Oh.

[He thinks about that for a while.]

I'm sorry he's gone.

[That gets a confused look. ]

...You going to be a little more specific there, Cole? There's a lot of 'he's'.

Your Angel.

[He keeps poking at the controls, rather than looking at Crowley.]

[Crowley...wasn't expecting that response, and it shows across his face. His eyebrows furrow, his jaw sets, he exhales a breath he doesn't need. Calm, collected, not giving a shit. ]

Yeah, well. He has a habit of vanishing in places like this. He'll show up again sometime, he always does.

[He is, of course, used to decades, sometimes even centuries going by without running into Aziraphale again. Being apart is nothing new. But he never particularly likes the separation, no matter what he says to the contrary. ]

[Cole can't really read body language. He reads other things.]

That's the good thing about living a long time. You can wait a long time. I'm still sorry he's gone.

[Ugh, too creepy. He hates it. ]

Well, he'd only be miserable here, anyway. Not enough books and duckponds and what have you. He's of pretty simple means. Can't handle being out of London for too long.

[He doesn't care. La la la, he doesn't care. ]

[Cole rolls his shoulders with the weight of Crowley's discomfort.]

Dorian thought I was a wooden duck once.

I-

That's a seemingly random tangent. Dorian seems to have his head screwed on pretty well, any reason for the confusion?

I don't know. People get confused easily.

[As if that doesn't have anything to do with him.]

Yeah, well, that's a human flaw. Little monkey brains, y'know?

I've never seen a monkey. I saw pictures of them in books.

That's what humans are descended from, you know. Monkeys.

I don't understand.

[This is what happens when you have no idea about evolution.]

[He's about to make it worse.]

I mean, sure the first ones wer molded from clay and then there was that whole thing with the rib, but monkeys were the starting blueprint, y'know?

...

I understand even less.

[He claps Cole on the shoulder with a grin.]

And now you know how the humans feel.

I don't think confusion makes you more human...

You'd be surprised. They live in a near constant state of confusion.

Not in Thedas. Most people focus on surviving.

What? No stopping to wonder what's happening with their lives? Where it's inevitably heading towards?