SS Pathstone Mingle

[heresyandlace]

Who: Crew and visitors of the SS Passive Aggressive Pathstone
Broadcast: Probably not
Action: Aboard the ship
When: All February!

[with how good everyone on this ship is at settling differences, getting along, acting rationally, and sharing their things, this month will go by without any ripples.

the audience will be so bored. there isn't ever any drama on this ship. at all. it's great.]

Comments

Cole

[killedwithlove]

[Cole has helped avoid fights by not arbitrarily making off with the ship to run cargo, or flying them around for no reason. In fact, he's not been on board a huge amount, because he ended up working as a taxi driver for a while.

But he's stopped doing that now and has taken to hanging around the ship more. He's even acquired paints and some cleaning solvent in case he decides to remove the terrifying attempts at painting from his bunk walls.]

[dirth]

[ Solas wastes little time, once he is adjusted and settled, in finding Cole. He had promised that he find him and he is doing his best to make up for what he has missed; it has been months, and he is aware of it, and he feels the sting of it in the pit of his stomach. He missed Cole, missed the gentle companionship and his quiet compassion, and now that he has it again he isn't certain what to do.

All he can do is step up behind the young spirit and fight back his soft smile, tilting his head. ]

Cole.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole can often be found in the bridge now. His pilot augment means he's more attached to Pathstone than ever and spends a lot of time sitting and talking to her.

But he feels when Solas enters the bridge. It's a pressure against his awareness, eyes blinking in succession and watching.

He spins in his seat, but doesn't launch himself at Solas, because he needs to work out what the rules are again.]

Solas.

[princessia]

[ With their accounts still locked, Elize had already been under the assumption that the majority of the crew has been occupied regaining their funds. She has been keeping busy too, which has kept her from feeling down when the others are working.

But when she sees Cole on the ship, she's already racing in his direction to give him a hug. It's not even a hug because she's feeling upset this time, like she was the past month. She's only genuinely happy to see him. If he's carrying any paints at the moment, sorry about that. ]

[killedwithlove]

[The paints are dropped. They're still sealed, it doesn't matter. He bends to scoop her up as she pounces, holding her tight and close and feeling her happiness bubble and fizz about them.]

Hello, Elize.

[princessia]

[ Whenever Elize needs a break from spending time on the station, either from working or being near many crowds, she stays back on the Pathstone. Being occupied with working to earn her credits back, studying, and with new goals in mind, she has managed to push her sad thoughts at bay for now. She hasn't been moping much and she hasn't been sleeping for unusually long hours anymore.

The door to her personnel room will be open, where she can be found practicing her writing. When she's not studying, she may be found practicing how to brush her hair into various hairstyles, using a pair of glowing ribbons she bought on the station. ]

[dawnwillcome]

[It's been a blessing, seeing Elize's mood improving, even if it's only been through distraction. That part is sad, she's far too young to have learned how helpful that skill is, but Jove has always found the girl to be far more mature than her age would suggest.

But finding her here, playing with her hair, is a heady reminder that she is still a little girl. With a gentle smile, Jove heads into the room and rests a hand on Elize's shoulder.]

Can I help, da'len?

[princessia]

Jove!

[ It's at the right moment that Jove shows up in her room. Elize is struggling with her second ribbon, trying to properly tie her hair into two balanced pigtails. The second tail keeps coming out crooked. She drops the second ribbon on her desk in defeat. ]

Yes, please.

[dirth]

[ Solas, for his part, has been checking on what was abandoned in his wake - the paintings he had completed, the murals that were still in progress, what little paints he had been able to scrape together with the meagre funds he had found himself in possession of at the station. He works as little as he can to get what he needs and most of his time is spent in quiet, drawing and painting and settling himself in the darkness to allow his mind to settle.

When he manages to draw himself together, to step outside and see the people aboard his ship, most of them familiar - those that know him know where he spends his time and what he enjoys, so he makes little effort to find them. He sits, at peace, and waits for people to join him. That is how he has lived for very long, after all. ]

[princessia]

[ It's not a surprise for her to find Solas's name on the ship roster. She was aware of his return by his network post and expected the transfer if he hadn't been initially shuffled here. She might have been poking her head out of her personnel room several times, trying to find an opportunity to properly welcome him back. It's easy for her to check, now that her room is no longer on the Huntress.

When she finds him sitting outside, she walks up with her arms tucked behind her back. She's holding and hiding something. ]

Um... welcome back, Solas!

[dirth]

[ There was only accommodation stopping Solas from returning to the Pathstone, the only ship that he really considered home on the fleet, and being back is almost like he had never left in the first place. Things had changed, of course, and people had come and gone, but there was no denying his place nor the fact that he had left his mark; his murals were still there, painted upon the walls for all to see.

It's been a long time, he thinks, but not long enough; he belongs here just as he once belonged in the Inquisition and he will soon abandon both once more. At least this time it won't be his choice alone that guides his path.

When he sees Elize he smiles, turning to look at her with a nod of his head. ]

Thank you, Elize. It is good to see you again.

[dawnwillcome]

[Jove seeks him out immediately, once she's sure he's returned, and that fact should surprise absolutely no one at all. She finds him sketching in the dark and spends a long moment just watching him, content in a way she hasn't been in months, because finally he has come home.

As home as anywhere can be in space, anyway. When she's sure he won't jump and make an accidental mark on his paper, she speaks up.]

It took you long enough to get here.

[dirth]

[ If Solas is aware he's being watched, he makes no comment on it - the feeling of eyes trailing him is not unfamiliar aboard the fleet and he has long since become accustomed to it. It was certainly something he was used to as part of the Inquisition and it has not been so long that he's forgotten the feeling entirely.

It's only when he hears Jove's voice that he stops and puts his papers down, pausing for a moment to gather himself and his emotions before he turns his head to look at her. She is as beautiful as she was the last time he saw her and for a moment he is speechless, trying to gather his words before he loses them all entirely. ]

Through no fault of my own, lethallan, I assure you.

[heresyandlace]

[and with that waiting, eventually, the dragon finds him too. sit and wait long enough, and even the wariest of creatures will eventually approach.

Tek doesn't need to look for him. unless he's behind the safe, warded walls of his room, he knows exactly where Solas is at all times--whether he wants the knowledge or not. it's like a dull, aching light constantly at the corner of his eyes, and he can only ignore that for so long.

so, he eventually follows the trail to whatever dark corner Solas is currently occupying. he doesn't announce his presence or say hello. hanging back at the point where his skin begins to crawl, he's satisfied with silent observation, for now.]

[dirth]

[ Solas is no fool, and he can feel the dragon's approach even as he's tucked himself into a quiet space to be alone. He is far more alert and careful than anyone might imagine of him and he tilts his head, listening for more than just sound, letting his senses prickle around him before he calms and turns his gaze away.

Let him come, if he desires. Solas is not afraid of him, though perhaps he ought to be. Any fear that he has is pressed down into the back of his mind, tucked away to become non-existent - because he cannot fear when he walks the path that he has chosen. There can be no fear when you walk a road that ends with the end of everything.

There is no greeting, but Solas does pause, dropping his charcoal and shifting to look at him before he finally finds the words to speak. ]

Greetings.

[nerdeology]

[At some point during the month, a seemingly-empty shuttle docks at the Pathstone and just hangs out there for a while. To some, it's just sort of there- comes and goes without so much as a whisper of a visitor.

Others might find Mikleo waiting in the hangar area, leaning against the wall by the entry. He prefers to be invited further in, so if he's not discovered quickly, he'll be calling Elize to tell her that he's arrived.

Apparently there are some people he really ought to meet.]


(( as per usual please check permissions to see if mikleo can be seen/heard! ))

[killedwithlove]

[Cole notices, as the pilot and goes down to see what's going on, because he feels something familiar, echoes and whispers and when he sees the young man, he knows and he smiles ever so slightly.]

You're Mikleo. Sorey's best friend. You wind together, like a plait of red thread.

[nerdeology]

[Mikleo lifts a brow at that. What a curious thing to say right from the start. Like thread, huh...? Well, he's not wrong. Does that mean he can sense the pact, or is it something else?]

You must be Cole, then.

[At least, he feels different from a human, or any of the other species he's met here.]

[heresyandlace]

[Tek had noticed the readouts on the console about a shuttle arriving, but hadn't thought much of it until the lack of a murmur running through the ship about anyone actually boarding. normally, he hears or senses something heralding a visit, but this one goes strangely silent.

so, the dragon eventually leaves his lair to go investigate.

and when he does spot the visitor--looking at something that barely feels like anything, something that he has the odd feeling he maybe shouldn't even be witnessing at all--he pauses in his tracks to only stare.

it's not much of a welcome, but at least it's pretty clear that Mikleo is being seen.]

[nerdeology]

[Mikleo doesn't notice it at first, wandering somewhat aimlessly and taking in the differences between his ship and this one, but when he does notice, it's because he feels it first. It's like barbed wire coiling around his chest, not tightly as he hasn't wandered close enough, but a warning to keep away. He hesitates, backing up a step, and rests one hand on his chest as he seeks out and quickly finds the source.

Again, not a hellion, despite the uncomfortable level of malevolence swirling around the man. It's not dangerous, not yet, but he can't help but feel like there's an alarm bell going off in his head- to run, to hide, to find Sorey and be safe.

He came here invited, to visit a friend, so- he's not backing down. But he tries, as subtly as he can, to keep his distance.]

Hello. I assume you're a member of the ship's crew, here?

[dirth]

[ Solas, different from the rest of the crew, is the type of man to actively seek our spirits and their wisdom; he tries to find them, to discover them and speak to them, mostly in his dreams or walks amongst the Fade. Separated from that world by this one, with space the only thing guiding them, he's left to discover whatever sees fit to embark upon their ship - and, in this case, it's a kind of spirit, though not one he recognises at all.

It doesn't take him long to make his way down to the hangar, hovering at the door and frowning before he turns to look at Mikleo himself, arms crossing behind his back almost absently. ]

Welcome to the Pathstone.

[dawnwillcome]

[It's a bit of a surprise to see someone lurking around the hangar instead of just barging straight in, considering the people who usually visit do exactly that, so when Jove stops to greet Mikleo it's with a welcoming smile.

Chances are he's either a new resident here or he's visiting, and either way he'll probably be better off with the friendly elf greeting him than the unfriendly death dragon.]

You can come in, you know. You don't have to stay in the hangar.

Caterina Sforza

[thetigress]

Arrival/Lockers

[Almost as soon as Caterina realizes that she has a locker, which potentially has a change of clothes in it, she's there. Unfortunately, the change of clothes in question is... this.

Wonderful. She stands there, still dressed in that damn gown, holding up the jumpsuit, trying to decide which is the lesser evil.]

Any other time

[After she gets her clothing issue sorted, Caterina falls into quiet sort of routine. It's odd, perhaps, for her to withdraw into herself, but the "spider of Forli" has been plucked from her webs; she has no real support, no allies. She didn't even know the lay of the land yet, so to speak. So, for the moment, she watches and nurses the wounds of loss and recent defeat.

She's pleasant enough in conversation- and she certainly doesn't avoid company- but she is also often to be found sitting on her own, reading or working on some project.
Idleness is not her friend; it allowed her thoughts to stray too far afield.]

[killedwithlove]

It'll be more practical.

[Cole speaks from directly behind her, as is his want, rocking back and forth on his feet.]

And you can make new memories for it easier, without having to fight the old ones.

[heresyandlace]

[when the dragon comes upon this sad scene, he can't help but give a commiserating 'tsk' of his tongue. he can sympathize, really.]

Decisions, decisions.