Tourist, May I?

[takingkarabusiness]

Who: Tourists and visitors!
Broadcast: Nooooooooope
Action: On the Tourist
When: May

[ Ship Catch all for May! Mingle! Talk to your neighbors! Walk in on your friends! Wait, don't do that. ]

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OTA

[passingthrough]

[Do you ever feel like you have an accidental extra crew member on board, Tourist folks?

Between Winn's discomfort with shuttle rides and their mutual discomfort of sleeping alone, Kitty ends up on board frequently. She generally keeps herself to his quarters, but it's not hard to find her in the hallway, bathroom, or kitchen. Hey, sometimes a girl needs a completely unsatisfying snack after a wholly satisfying work out.

Or maybe she just had an urge to explore further. She did just phase her room into Kirk's bedroom once just to be nosy. She's a menace! And Winn isn't her only friend on board so she might be looking for the others too. Who knows who she could run into. Maybe you!]

[takingkarabusiness]

[ Kara runs into Kitty in the kitchen, probably after one of Kitty's "workouts". For a little while, there was some avoidance, while the stuff with Winn shook out, but since then, they've just been missing each other. But here they definitely do not miss each other. Kara has an upbeat energy, especially when she sees her ]

Kitty! Hi!

[passingthrough]

[Kitty really didn't even catch on to the part where she was involved in any of the conflict Winn and Kara were having. Not running into Kara didn't seem that surprising since Kitty had been so focused on Winn. She should probably work on more moderation there.] Hey, you. [She smiles easily at the other girl. It also helps that she's nice and relaxed from her work out.]

[moonbay]

[With the excess of engineers and lack of a cook, Moonbay's taken to dishing out what decent meals she can make with the provided ingredients. It's one of those times when Kitty enters the kitchen area, the substitute chef is busying herself over a giant pot, working on something resembling stew.

She hears someone enter, and not really concerned who it is, shoves a small bowl at her without turning around.]

Try this and tell me if it needs more salt.

[passingthrough]

What is it? [Oh yes, she remembers Moonbay. It's a hard name to forget even if you wanted to.]

[helladoomed]

[Chloe's head pokes out of the lab after seeing Kitty walk by for the third or fourth time that day.]

So.

Weren't you the one giving me shit about living on two ships?

[passingthrough]

That does sound vaguely like me. [Of course she did. She stops and leans against the wall, cocking her head to the side. Not too distressed at being caught doing the same thing.] I was just trying to shake the truth loose.

[winn]

[ they should be used to it, after the month and change winn spent on kara's couch. and kitty's the best extra crew member they could get in his book, he doesn't care if he's biased.

when she comes back into the room with her unsatisfying snack, she'll find winn sprawled in bed - pants pulled back on, but the shirt he hasn't bothered with yet - scrawling absentmindedly in one of his notebooks. ]

What'd you get?

[passingthrough]

Protein cubes. Only the best for your girl. [She climbs into bed with him, careful not to get crumbs anywhere as she holds a couple extra in the palm of her hand.] Want one?

OTA - Prose or Brackets is Fine

[universal_charm]

A - Wakey Wakey
Hope you like the smell of pancakes, Tourist, because that is the smell that shall be filling the kitchen and no doubt other parts of the ship. You could blame the ball for this sudden surge in pancake making, and a certain bet he made with one Beverly Crusher, and an uncharacteristic longing for his earthly home.

Every bachelor has that one meal they are particularly good at, and this is his. He even makes them from scratch. He can be seeing whipping up the batter and pouring into a pan, a pile of golden, buttermilk pancakes slowly growing beside him as he cooks.

B - Tinker
He had gotten the advice, once, that he needed projects to work on. Without his proper job to distract him - that is, being the captain of a space ship - he decides that he needs something to keep his mind properly occupied. Running and sparring to find his zen only does so much, and the libraries of the Iskaulit offer about equal distraction. So he finds the time to scrounge up spare materials and tools, and thus can be found either in his room or sometimes the kitchen or storage working on his projects - whatever place he has the room.

As of the moment, he has two. One is a mass of electrical wiring and nodes, and the other is... well, it looks like a chess board but it is not. There are to many boards and a few to many pieces (which can be seen set out to dry in gold and silver paint). For anyone who was familiar with the game, they might recognize them as chess pieces, just quite a bite more stylized.

What? Winn's not the only one allowed to have projects on this ship!

C: Make Your Own Adventure

[ b ]

[precedented]

[ Leto leans against the doorway as he watches Jim tinker away. Machines were never his forte. He enjoyed piloting them and that was only during times of emergency - or terrifying his stepmother into flying down the mouth of a giant worm. His father had loved flying. It was one of the few things that let Leto feel close to him.

Machines, however . . . the klaxon warnings of the Butlerian Jihad never fully leave. Still, watching someone play with wires and screws as if they were in a playground . . . it was a new experience. ]

Trying to fix the universe?

[universal_charm]

_{[ Kirk looked up, somewhat startled, having been deep into his work. He splits into a smile when he sees who it is though, motioning for Leto to come further into his room, small though it might be. He had managed to make it homey enough, with room for a tiny table for himself to work on, but his motion made it clear Leto could sit on the bed if he so wished. ]}

Maybe not the universe just quite yet. Baby steps.

What brings you here?

_{[ Though his tone said that Leto's presence was more than welcome. ]}

B

[cajunspice]

[Poor Kirk, he had quickly become one of Remy's favorite people to annoy, the man's humor too easily lining up with his own that he was impossible to ignore. Especially with the Cajun was bored, which was often considering there was only so much to do on their ships. So given the chance, he had headed over to the Tourist to see if he could convince his friend to get up to something that was no good.

At least until he spied what he was working on, instantly recognizing it.] Is that Tri-Dimensional Chess? [Uh oh, careful Remy, your inner geek is starting to show.]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Remy thinks 'poor Kirk', but that could easily be turned around as the feeling was mutual. He quite liked Remy and the easy way it was to flirt with him and tease and just... be himself. It was rare he found that so well outside of his crew on the Enterprise and he was glad to have it in someone here.

And no, Remy, it would not take much to convince him to get up to no good.

For the moment, though, Remy had his full attention, and if he were a dog with ears they would have been raised and swiveled in Remy's direction, tail wagging so hard that it would risk knocking everything off the shelves behind him. ]</sub>

You know what Tri-Dimensional Chess is?

OTA

[merchantprince]

[Though Varric spends most of his time in his bar these days, he still chooses to relax and write on the Tourist. He's the captain, of course. With the Thedas drama mostly settled, he's back to his usual duties.

And by usual duties, that includes doing absolutely nothing of value. He's going to nap here in the captain's chair on the bridge, with a notebook in his lap, until he's otherwise bothered.]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ What's up Captain that he actually rarely ever sees? Probably because he's working at his bar, which Kirk notes he really should patron more. You know, crew solidarity and all that.

As it so happens, Kirk has found himself in possession of far to many pancakes. But you don't just throw pancakes out. That's sacrilege of the highest order. And so he gathers up a plate and makes his way to the deck, spying Varric in the captain's chair and knocking loudly to make his presence known. ]</sub>

You hungry, Varric? I have some extra, and they need a good stomach to land in.

I lost this notif, sorry!

[merchantprince]

[We'll pretend it's because Varric is working a lot and not because of his player's stupid schedule lately. Yes.

Anyway, pancake overload is quite a fortunate dilemma to have, because here is a rich boy who never does his own cooking. He straightens up when Kirk addresses him. And he doesn't pretend to ignore the food, either.]

Ah, yes. Food for the hardest-working captain-- oh, who am I kidding, I don't do shit. I'll take the food, though. You made all this?

OTA

[takingkarabusiness]

[ Kara's already had an exciting month. If you visit her in her room, you'll notice a new drawing of a dark-haired woman hung up on her wall. In the kitchen, she's probably packing away the calories and experimenting with food combinations. She's always available for drop-ins and calls, so come one come all! Say hi. ]

[winn]

[ winn really would just love to know where the hidden cameras are - because then he could avoid them - but also because it really is feeling like their lives are perfectly synced with a tv model. he makes a joke about vampires - and next thing you know, he meets one. at this point, he considers trying completely nonsensical chatter, just to test the theory, to see if this show will let it stand.

but not right now. because right now - he spots kara in the kitchen, and he never wants to waste his time with her. smiling, he walks right up to her, peeking over her shoulder. ]

Watchu got there?

[winn]

[ he knocks on kara's door, and sings in his most childish voice. ]

Do you wanna build a snowman?

[throwsdown]

[And meanwhile Takeshi is legit just snooping around everyone else's ships unannounced. It's how he rolls. Nothing more important than a six or seven year old investigating all over the goddamn place. When he notices someone is actually trying to making something of the food they're given, though, he's quick to wander over.

Umm...!]

Are you a chef?

[Clearly anyone making food in this place is a chef.

But come on, mixing stuff is totally a chef thing.]

closed to winn + kitty

[benames]

[ ok so maybe he should learn how to knock but Cisco just - enters Winn's room on the Tourist, holding something in his hand ]

I did it. it may have taken a few days of getting the hang of all this amazingly awesome space tools but I did it.

[ from his pocket he produces his smartphone and from the other, the now finished charger he built it ]

we may not have reception but we have endless hours of music.

[winn]

[ he really should learn how to knock - at least he caught them dressed? which - is a feat, these days, honestly.

a little flushed, winn exchanges a look with kitty - hey, at least it's not an awkward mess like with kara and hank! - before turning his attention fully to cisco and his phone.

god he misses his phone. ]

And a fully functioning computer - [ he's so excited about this he doesn't even mind being interrupted. if he could figure out a way to jack into the network through the phone, maybe he could figure out a program to translate the system to him! this could be the very piece he's been missing.

but he's getting ahead of himself. ] Play it, dude, let's see what you got.

Closed to Winn!!

[pneumo]

[ SO. Someone promised Sascha some lessons on everything and anything, and even if those are on Thursday and technically the Iskaulit and not the Tourist, Sascha is there anyway. Why? Because when he was passing through the shuttle bay and docking area he caught a very familiar and suspicious scent.

And that scent? Is Kitty.

On one Winn Schott, who is right about to have a pair of arms latch onto him from behind regardless of what he's doing. ]

Boyfriend~!♥

[ As in, Kitty's. but also theirs. because he's dating you both now ]

[winn]

[ he's not sure what takes him more by surprise - the sudden arms, or the title. either way, the first response sascha gets is a startled yelp, and an attempt to get him off and turn to face him ]

-- Sascha. [ he should have known. ok. give him a sec here to rub at his neck and try to regain some dignity. ] -- you can call me Winn. [ as in: please call him winn. you are ruining that word for him. ]