mingle on the pathstone

[dawnwillcome]

Who: The Pathstone crew and anyone brave enough to come say hi
Broadcast: not this time
Action: I mean obvs
When: all month? all month!

[Contrary to popular believe, the Pathstone isn't THAT useless. Yes they can go months without an upgrade and sure they're kind of a mess at the best of times, but they still function!

Most of the time. Flying sideways in space is all about perspective anyway, and they haven't done a barrel roll in like... well probably awhile.

So welcome, new Pathstone dwellers! We're probably very sorry in advance.]

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[neverknight]

The newest member of this motley crew is none other than this cowboy-esque fellow who is lacking in his cowboy accouterments. The ship was nothing remarkable to him given his own long history of being in one spaceship to another, but he was taking a particular interest in the murals. Rather than go meet everyone just yet, he spent his time touring the hallway as he surveyed the various pictures. So much of it was very foreign to the world he knew, while others reminded him of places he had been before. All in all, it was... really exactly what he would expect if Sabine was allowed full access to the Ghost for her own artistic endeavors.

[killedwithlove]

Cole tends to stand out. He's scarecrow thin and pale, almost washed out pale with pale blond hair and pale blue eyes and pale, almost translucent skin.

And, to Vima, anyway, he glows. He's full to burst with Light, a mortal skin wrapped around compassion and empathy.

He comes up on nearly silent feet. He has black stained hands, like he's been painting, but he's very clearly not the artist of the beautiful murals.

"Solas loved to paint. It was how he told stories without people interrupting him."

[neverknight]

Kanan may have been trying to keep a low profile as a Jedi, but there was no way he was missing that. He'd felt a lot of things in his time, but nothing quite compared to this. It wasn't quite the Force itself, but he could not help but feel like this is what the Force would feel like if it had physical form. He's not exactly sure what he's gotten himself into now.

Not that this boy looked like anything special with just his regular senses. Strange.

"He did a good job." The art was at the very least serene and tasteful. Sabine's art was more like graffiti. "What happened to him?"

[killedwithlove]

"He went back to Thedas. But it wasn't my fault he left, he promised me." Cole came forward, his thin, holed shoes making no noise. He moved like a trained dancer (or assassin) in a brand new body that wasn't quite their own.

"He can't go home, like me, but he went back to Thedas. You remind me of Vima, you reach out past your body, flying, floating, falling. You're a Jedi. I'm Cole who was Compassion."

[dawnwillcome]

It's been months since the Pathstone got a new member who wasn't a transfer, someone already in the Fleet and just moving ships, so it's very likely Kanan's arrival will spark some interest, assuming some of the more laid back members of the crew actually make an effort.

It's always hit or miss with them, to be honest.

Jove, though, has made the effort to seek out their new member. If there's going to be a welcome wagon either her or Elize would be the best and most friendly bet, so here she is, smiling softly when she realizes their new resident is taking an interest in the murals left behind by Solas.

He'll find himself pretty much instantly liked if he appreciates those murals.

"I think this ship is the only one with personalized paintings," she says as she joins him, hands behind her back as she looks over the paintings. "Unless the others have been trying to match us recently, that is."

[neverknight]

Although still in the process of spectating at the art, he did turn his attention away from it long enough to acknowledge the woman as she arrived to greet him. His own interest in the art was fleeting at best. It was certainly a curiosity, but he had never developed any deeper appreciation for art. One only had to look at his sense of fashion to see that much.

"Only if you mean in this fleet," he answered wryly. "One of my crew back on my own ship would have every bulkhead and corridor covered in art if we allowed her."

[dawnwillcome]

And he'll immediately get himself some more points for not looking at her and immediately commenting on her facial tattoos or her pointy ears. She's used to people not knowing how to handle an elf, so this is a pleasant change.

"The man who left these behind would have liked her, then." Probably, anyway. It was always hard to tell with Solas. "I think there are still some paints around here somewhere if you feel an urge to to add your own work."

[heresyandlace]

[one of the captains of this lovely ship notices the ping of a new living presence immediately, but he is in no hurry to go an meet the new recruit. he has a lunch and chapter in his book to finish first.

it's only when he's good and ready that he finally decides to take a stroll through the halls to track the newbie down.

and when he does finally round a corner to find the man inspecting one of the paintings, he stops where he's at--arms lazily folded--to watch.]

[neverknight]

[It's just as well that others take their time to meet Kanan. The ship is new to him, but not so unique enough as to truly keep his interest. So when he realizes he has someone watching him, he's hardly invested enough to be distracted.]

You must be another member of the welcome wagon.

[heresyandlace]

That's me.

[and the dragon isn't in a terrible hurry to get closer or deepen the introduction very far just yet, continuing to casually hang back while getting a handle on what he can pick up of the stranger's aura and demeanor from here. and, while he's at it, he even tries to keep his own energies--which tend to bleed and gleam for anyone sensitive to such things--closer to himself than he would typically bother with. call him paranoid.]

And, I suppose that means you aren't here for only a brief visit?

[onlyanapple]

Crowley pretends he doesn't much care for the crew of the Pathstone. He's not captain any more, it's not his job to care. Of course, he does care, and as such has been keeping an eye on the newbie as he wanders around. He doesn't look as spooked as most people. Probably used to space or something.

Eventually, he sits up in his communications console, to lean back at smirk at him.

"You're the new guy."

[neverknight]

"That's me." Kanan offered a relaxed shrug as he turned to meet the other other other member of the crew. "The new guy."

[onlyanapple]

"Someone has to hold the title," Crowley leans on the wall, folding his arms nonchalantly. "Welcome to the Pathstone."

[princessia]

[ Still moping even after transferring from her old ship, Elize doesn't make an effort to seek out the Pathstone's newest member immediately. She's aware of the new passenger, being able to hear the fanfare from her personnel room.

But she can't stay cooped up for too long. She at least has to leave her room to eat or whenever she wants to go to Jove or Cole's room when she has difficulty sleeping. Knowing that she has to greet the crewmate at some point, she lets out a deep breath and takes along her stuffed animal in her arms when she finally decides to head out into the hallway.

Elize is probably the latest of the welcoming crew. It's easy to pick out the new face in the hallway. ]

...hello. Did you meet everyone else already?

[neverknight]

[And that's the moment he realized that there were small children aboard. Not just teenagers like on his own ships, but actually children. With a stuffed animal on top of it. It struck a chord with him that he didn't expect. As if Cole hadn't left him completely unbalanced already.

He nodded.]

More or less. It's some crew here. [Mostly human, he noticed. Except for Cole - he didn't know what he was.] I'm Kanan.

[princessia]

My name is Elize. Nice to meet you.

[ From his answer, she's assuming he must have already met Tek. Her doll partially covers the frown she's making as she thinks about him. She dislikes Tek, but she's willing to bear his presence to be near Jove, Cole, and Cassandra. ]

...And you don't have to listen to Tek. Jove's the better captain.

[dawnwillcome]

[Jove's been pretty subdued since Cullen left, but it's something she does her best to push down as low as she can, bury it under the long practiced Inquisitor mask and to focus on her duties to her ship and her friends. Most days she manages well, but there are some nights she can't sleep alone.

Tonight is one of those nights, and she's in the kitchen waiting for water to boil for tea when usually that's something she'd do herself, with magic. Her head's just not very in the game at the moment, so when she overfills her cup and manages to burn her hand with tea, it doesn't go over well.

With a hiss she pulls her hand back, shakes it while muttering darkly in elvish, and then sighs heavily in resignation as she blows on the reddening skin.]

Fen'Harel's ass, could one thing go right this month?

[heresyandlace]

[when he's not sleeping off several days at a time, he's up and about with one night rolling right into the next without rest. he's been keeping to himself lately as well--for everyone's sake--but it's only a matter of time before one sleepless path finally crosses another. the lengthened corridors of the Pathstone still aren't quite long enough to let the pair of captains stay segregated from one another forever.

so, she can't even burn herself in peace.

he pauses in the doorway when he spots her busying around, and leans there comfortably as he watches the whole little accident play out.]

...That, lehess, is what they call 'tempting Fate.'

[dawnwillcome]

[She jumps when he speaks, and then immediately regrets it because it's been months since she made that mistake and she doubts very highly he won't love it.

But she also has little room to care about it for long, so the most he gets once she turns to face him is a mild, resigned look.]

In the grand scheme of things, I doubt cursing a burned hand will bring us much bad luck.

[heresyandlace]

Luck has nothing to do with it.

[because, no matter what is going on with the rest of the world, he will never pass up the opportunity to point out the difference between luck and Fate. and with how things have been going lately, he has been even more acutely aware of the line between the two.

...and yes, the startled jump does bring a small smile to his face. oh, he can always count on her to improve his mood, one way or another.]

Though, I do suppose that your sudden clumsiness has very little to do with anything metaphysical anyway.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley's noticed she's been distant, of course he has. Hell, he's been where she is, multiple times, and he knows it really sucks. He's given her space, partly to protect his image, but mostly because he knows she needs it. It helps with the...compression of everything.

Still, he'll get up from he table with a long-suffering sigh, strolling towards her and stretching one of his hands to her burned one. Give it over, Jove. ]

Chances are things will get considerably worse before they get better. It's still early.

[dawnwillcome]

[There's a bit of a defensive hunch to her shoulders that comes from the embarrassment of having been caught making such a thoughtless mistake, but she gives him his hand with no hesitation.]

You're probably right. At least it's unlikely a mountain will fall on me in space.

[princessia]

[ Even after the transfer to the Pathstone, Elize is back to holing herself up in her rooms as much as possible. Greeting Kanan might have been the only productive thing she did. She hasn't been crying much at all lately though, which might be a small improvement to her mood.

The easiest place to find her is in her personnel room. It looks just about the same as it was back on the Huntress. Vases of flowers, a bowl of five glowing fish atop the desk, a flower painting, and childish drawings hanging on the walls. Some of the drawings were done by Cole, displaying an odd set of patterns and shapes.

Next to the fish bowl, there's a piece of paper with some writing on it. The upper portion has a few characters in the Rieze Maxian alphabet. Towards the lower portion of it, the writing is in the common tongue, familiar to those from Thedas. The parts written in common don't spell anything out in particular and only appears to be the alphabet being written repeatedly, like Elize was practicing for some reason...

The owner of the room is sitting on the couch off to the side with her stuffed animal in her arms, head bowed and eyes closed. She looks to be asleep or perhaps she's just closing her eyes. ]

[heresyandlace]

[for a creature acutely attuned to the particular tremors and energies of sorrow, it has been impossible to miss the sadness radiating from two certain members of his crew. he has left them both alone for the most part, but... that peace can only last for so long.

eventually, he haunts the girl's doorway for a proper visit. and he'll quietly lean there for a minute or so--either waiting to see if she'll open her eyes and notice him, or giving a polite bit of time before inviting himself in.]

[princessia]

[ Elize moves slightly, only to tighten her grip around the stuffed animal on her lap. Her eyes remain closed. Yup, anyone can just easily just step inside her personnel room without her noticing right now. ]