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[killedwithlove]

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.]

Comments

[onlyanapple]

Yes, well...of course it does. But it still happens. Ignoring it is like turning your back on a housefire.

[killedwithlove]

Why would you turn your back on a housefire?

well, I suppose if you had a cold back you would. Or to not go night blind. Or to look for help, maybe!

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley stares at him for a moment, before heaving out a sigh. It finally happened. He found someone less in tune with Ways People Talk than Aziraphale. He didn't even think that was possible. Yet, here he is. ]

...Not so hot with figure of speech, are you?

[killedwithlove]

Spirits don't use words. Or names.

[onlyanapple]

Well, you're using words right now, can't hurt to learn a few more.

[killedwithlove]

Yes, I have to use words now. But I don't have a lot of experience with it.

[onlyanapple]

Maybe we should get your a dictionary for Christmas. That'll help.

And by 'we', I of course mean 'someone else'.

[Because he can't show he gives a shit now, that'll be unseemly. ]

[killedwithlove]

What's a dictionary?

[Still completely attentive and trusting, Crowley.]

[onlyanapple]

[Such a foolish choice on his part. ]

It's a big book with all the words of whatever language it's written in, in it.

[killedwithlove]

Book...?

[Cole's nose wrinkles. Apparently, he doesn't like books.]

[onlyanapple]

Not a fan, huh? [He chuckles. ] Me either, too nerdy.

[killedwithlove]

I can't read very well. The pages say one thing and the words another.

[onlyanapple]

The-

[No. Wait. ]

The pages talk to you?

[killedwithlove]

Yes.

They don't talk to you?

[onlyanapple]

Um...no. Definitely not. I'd notice.

[killedwithlove]

Yes, you probably would.

[onlyanapple]

It's not the sort of thing you'd miss, really. Books talking to you.

[killedwithlove]

Most things have something to say after a while.

[onlyanapple]

So does that mean a cushion might speak up eventually? Asking people to stop sitting on it? Or maybe a cheese grater reveals its actually lactose intolerant?

[killedwithlove]

[Cole frowns.]

It's not like that. The cushion on a chapel pew remembers the prayers and faith of those who use it. I don't know what a cheese grater is. Or lactose.

[onlyanapple]

Huh, well, good for the cushion, I guess.

A cheese grater...well, it grates cheese. A lactose is something in dairy products. Can make people gassy and miserable.

[killedwithlove]

Why would you grate cheese?

[onlyanapple]

To sprinkle it on other food, mostly. Looks fancy.

[killedwithlove]

Oh. All right.

[And like that, he accepts it. It's a mortal thing.]

Josephine says appearance is very important.

[onlyanapple]

[Those cooky mortals. ]

Very right she is as well. Wise lady.

...I'm assuming she's a lady and not actually a vase or something. It's always a little hard to tell with you.