put on your straw hats and sunnies, it's a tourist mingle

[merchantprince]

Who: The Tourist crew and visitors
Broadcast: Probably not
Action: Yes
When: For the month of January! Backdate stuff if you need to!

[At some point we got a cranky human pilot. Compared to the other ships, the Tourist is still pretty small... and considering the angry cat territorial elf in the security room, maybe that's a good thing. Guests are usually welcome though.

Someone has also hidden sea salt caramel chocolate in various parts of the ship as a Fun Bonding Activity.]

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South Dakota

[i_got_this]

[If she's not at either Varric or Crowley's bars, she can be found on the Tourist sleeping off the hangover, trolling the network, or working out in the cargo bay to keep herself toned. You never know when somone's going to need the sense knocked into them ... also her strength and prowess is a point of pride; she's not willing to let it go to waste here.]

[survives]

[All right, all right. She said she'd do it. And she's totally going to do it.

All right. The Tourist. That was the ship.]

Okay, South Dakota. South Dakota... Where would I be if I was South Dakota...

[Leanne... totally ends up wandering aimlessly for a while, before making her way to the cargo bay and--

Oh. There she is.]

Um. Hi!

[i_got_this]

[She's down to the boxer briefs and a tank top, already having worked up a light sweat so far. She lets her stance relax as she hears someone enter the bay, turning and looking the girl over.]

Oh yeah, you ... [She reached up to wipe the sweat off of her brow with her forearm.] Ann, right?

[Because heaven forbid she actually pay attention when the girl introduced herself.]

[survives]

[She huffs out a laugh, crossing her arms.

No reason to be intimidated, nope, nope--]

Leanne! It's Leanne! And you're South Dakota.

...Right?

[i_got_this]

Leanne, right.

[She nods, stooping to grab up a water bottle and shoot a bit into her mouth before replying.] Yeah, that's me. You come for a rumble?

[She smirks; she'd appreciate having an actual sparring partner at this particular point in time.]

[merchantprince]

[Varric drops by her room and knocks on her door. He's pretty sure she has a hangover. So... he's got pain relievers and coffee, as well as a jug of water.]

You up?

[i_got_this]

[she groans into her pillow,] Not if I don't have to be. Whaddya want?

Kara

[takingkarabusiness]

[ Hello SS Tourist! Here is your new arrival. Mostly she's poking her head around and trying to get an idea of the place. Seems a little cramped, huh? ]

[merchantprince]

[Varric isn't expecting a new person. Their ship is, after all, at full capacity. So when there's a new girl showing up on their bridge, he greets her with the most eloquent thing he can think of.]

Oh, shit.

[He is a surprised and worried dwarf. Give him a second, he's pulling up records on the computer.]

Did they seriously send us another person? When we're full up? [He shakes his head, arms crossed.] ... You might have to sleep on the floor until we get this sorted out. I can make a bed up in the cargo room.

[takingkarabusiness]

Oh. Um. Sorry.

Is this the right place? Maybe I'm in the wrong place.

[merchantprince]

No, I think the bastards did this on purpose. [He sighs.] Name's Varric Tethras. [He gives her a courteous bow.]

I'm the captain, so it's my problem. Not to say that you're a problem. I never have an issue with cute girls on my ship. I do have an issue with being rude to guests, though, so I'm going to see what we can do in the meantime.

What's your name?

[takingkarabusiness]

[ nods her head and does an awkward half curtsey-dip in response to his bow ]

Um, Kara. Kara Danvers. It's nice to meet you Varric. Sorry this is such a surprise. I'm kind of lost about all of this so...

[merchantprince]

[It's okay, it's hard to bow as low as someone when they're like a foot and a half shorter than you.]

You probably have a lot of questions. Why don't we talk while I show you around? [He grins disarmingly.]

[takingkarabusiness]

That would be great, thanks. I have so many questions I don't even know where to start!

[merchantprince]

Well, you're not lacking for enthusiasm.

[He holds open the door for her, and then begins walking down the hallway.]

I'd prefer one question at a time but I can handle up to three.

[takingkarabusiness]

[ following along ]

How long have you been here?

[merchantprince]

A year... ish. I was here for a few months, passed out for what I think was about four, and then I was back again like nothing happened. Really disorienting.

[He pauses.]

All these hatches lead to rooms. We... don't have space for you yet, but you can borrow my bed until we get things sorted out. I'll sleep in the cargo hold. It's no big deal.

[He's gonna be miserable, but such is the life of a gentleman.]

[takingkarabusiness]

That's... quite some time.

And no, I can't take that offer, however kind. I won't put you out of your room. Is there a couch somewhere I can sleep on?

[merchantprince]

[He rubs his chin.]

Actually, I think I picked something up on the dust moon. It smells a little like old ale but it'll do in a pinch. It's in the cargo bay with all the goods and the 'recreation' stuff.

[takingkarabusiness]

What's the 'recreation' stuff?

[merchantprince]

There's a treadmill, a weight bench, some kind of machine with a bunch of lights and bells in it, a punching bag... that kind of thing. There's poker chips too, but I keep them in the bar on the Iskaulit-- that's the big pillbug-looking ship outside. My friends and I play cards there on Friday nights.

[He gestures to the bathroom.]

Here's the water closet. We actually have running water here. I don't take that shit for granted.

[takingkarabusiness]

[ that elicits a wry smile ]

Pun intended?

[merchantprince]

[A sly wink.]

Always.

Next question?

[takingkarabusiness]

[ she takes a moment to think about it ]

What's the worst part of being here?

[merchantprince]

I can deal with the occasional weird mind-screwing shit. I can deal with people acting weird. I can deal with weird trade laws and foreign politics.

But... Bianca...

[He clutches his chest.]

My poor, sweet Bianca.

[takingkarabusiness]

[ softly ]

Who's Bianca?

[merchantprince]

[She's taking him seriously and that's rich. So he just goes on, ramping up the melodrama.]

The only woman for me. My true love. There is nothing sweeter than the way she dances... or the twang of the string, or the way her cocking ring catches the moonlight.

[A big, deep sigh.]

I miss her. We've been separated since I got here.

[takingkarabusiness]

...What's a cocking ring?

[merchantprince]

[You poor, sweet summer child.]

It helps me aim. I know that can be a problem for some men.

[takingkarabusiness]

Um!

Okay!

Well, what else do we have on this ship?

[ moving right along ]

[merchantprince]

[She's cute.]

Saving the best for last. Here is our illustrious kitchen. [He opens the door. There's a table, some benches, a spice rack, a stove, etc.. And some machines that look somewhat foreboding. Soda dispensers should not have labels on them that say chicken, for example.]

The food is... something else. If you can cook, great! There's some frozen meat in the icebox, and I bet you can make something decent out of the protein shit.

If you can't, well, you're gonna end up eating out. A lot.

[He rolls his shoulders in a shrug.]

The protein doesn't taste bad, it just looks disgusting.

[takingkarabusiness]

[ appraises the kitchen, trying to keep her optimism up but perhaps faltering slightly ]

Well, I'm not that great of a cook, to be honest. Mostly I eat pizza. But I'm sure I can make this work.