Tourist ROAD TRIP (mingle)

[takingkarabusiness]

Who: Touristas and visitors
Broadcast: as needed
Action: The Tourist!
When: The month of June

[ Get bit by the June Bug and mingle to your heart's content! ]

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[takingkarabusiness]

[ Since moving on from the moon, Kara's been hanging out on the Tourist and occasionally shuttle jumping to see her friends. Her ship will probably be lucky if she doesn't go through all the food supplies before their next reliable drop (she won't). Always feel free to knock on her door or hit her up for some quality active listening! she's getting real good at that ]

[passingthrough]

[She just stands outside Kara's door and whispers.] Donut. [Gotta test that hearing. She'll knock if there's no answer. It's no trick though. They are nowhere close to fresh, but she has a package of chocolate frosted mini-donuts she managed to find in a package of snacks she bought on a waystation.]

[takingkarabusiness]

[ the door opens quickly ]

You better not be playing, Kitty.

[universal_charm]

_{[ Well he's certainly not afraid to knock on her door, though given what she had said about her super hearing he was sure she heard him coming a mile away from down the hall. But, you know, being polite. So he knocks. ]}

Hey, Kara, it's Kirk. You have a minute?

[takingkarabusiness]

[ opens the door! and invites him in ]

Of course, what's up?

[winn]

[ today - he doesn't knock. instead, he makes a doorbell like sound. gotta mix it up every now and then! ]

[takingkarabusiness]

It's open!

[ come on in! she's reading on her bed ]

[trigeminalheadache]

[ It's incredibly unnerving to realize that, yes, she does know how to fly one of these shuttles, though maybe with only some basic understanding. Enough that Caitlin isn't about to crash into anything or hit a wrong switch and make the whole thing blow up.

She supposes that she should be settling in on the Pathstone, but she feels unfocused and restless and it's nigh frustrating. She messages Kara, asking if she can come visit, to talk and hang out with a girl (an actual girl, no offense, Cisco, she loves you).

So here she is, knocking on Kara's door. ] Kara? It's Caitlin.

[passingthrough]

[OTA]
[You know that girl who doesn't even go here, but who is still on board a lot, usually overnight? This is her—Kitty Pryde. She doesn't go wandering off without Winn too much, but it's not hard to catch her in the hall or arriving or departing from the cargo bay.]

[Closed to Winn]
Boyfriend, guess what I have~ [Sing song lilt to her voice as she gives his door a tap. There are a couple of bags of snack foods in her hands.

[winn]

It's not pizza or it would've been gone the second you touched down --

[ kara would sniff it out, get it? nudge nudge. opening the door with a smile (and a sweatshirt he made himself in one of his many sleepless nights to replace his cardigans), his eyes wander down to her hands, and his entire face practically sparkles with joy as he pulls her inside ]

Have I mentioned lately how much I love you?

[universal_charm]

_{[ He spots Kitty in the hall - surprise surprise, and he gives her a welcoming smile. At least this time he was not running into her half naked or wet or both. ]}

I'm starting to think I should charge you rent.

_{[ Teasing, teasing. ]}

OTA

[winn]

[ while it may sometimes feel like winn is never alone -- he actually can be found on his own a lot more often than you'd suspect. in the middle of the night in kara's office, pouring over his projects, in all hours in the kitchen, getting fueled up, and even on the treadmill that he's secretly started to like a little bit...though without kirk there to make him do it, he never lasts too long on it. hey, 10-20 minutes are better than nothing, right!

his door is usually closed, but he'll happily open it for anyone. though knocking is always recommended and appreciated because the odds of finding him with intimate company...well, they're pretty high. ]

A few days after the Winter incident

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ It's been several days since the Winter incident on the Iskaulit, and Kirk has noticed that Winn wasn't on the Tourist for that time. But then he hadn't expected him to be. Of course he would be with Kitty, and that was fine, and Kirk didn't want to bother them even though he was worried about them both. He sent a few texts just to check in and make sure they were okay, but didn't prolong the conversations.

Now that Winn was back around the ship more, he thought it was a good time to drop in on him. When he did find him, he knocked on the door to get his attention. ]</sub>

Hey, how are you holding up? Kitty doing good?

pre-winter

[pneumo]

[ Getting into shape, he's so proud Winn! Or well. He's happy you're starting to smell a little more fit these days, even if it's incrementally. And it's something he'll comment on once he arrives for his FIRST-EVER SUPERHERO TRAINING DAY. Because that's what he's decided it is no matter what Winn calls it.

He shows up on time and dressed in one of the spare ship jumpsuits instead of the same clothes he's worn every time he's met Winn thus far. ]

...You smell like sweat!

[ See? Healthy! So proud, Winn. ]

OTA

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris is never really the most cheerful soul on the Tourist, sulking around like a ghost half the time, only deigning to speak to his crewmates when he feels like it. Varric's departure has made this a hundred times worse.

Still, they're in space now, so there's not many places he can go, and he can't stay in his room all the time. At night, when sleep does not come to him, he can be found in the kitchen, a hot drink by his side and a book in front of him. He squints at the words, a fingers running along each of them as he mouths them silently to himself.

He looks kinda angry at the book but that's part of the learning process. Probably.]

[takingkarabusiness]

[ she comes in for some late-night tea and notices him reading ]

Is the book any good?

[apurrstate]

[Despite whatever differences there are between the Anders Fenris knows and the Anders on the fleet, he still doesn't sleep much. True, when he does sleep, he sleeps hard and for as long as he can possibly take, but that's not every night. Tonight is one of those nights.

He has his own reasons for not sleeping, but he needed to be off his ship. Anywhere was better than feeling cooped up there. It simply wasn't his fault the ship he happened to choose to visit was Fenris' it was a lucky accident. Or unlucky.

When he first notices the elf, he hesitates in the doorway, not certain if he even wanted the kind of interaction his presence might cause. But, right now, any interaction would help, even an awkward one.]

Well, if it isn't Mr. Dark and Broody and Perpetually Annoyed. I thought maybe I'd made you up, you never seem to be around.

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ He's been meaning to speak with Fenris ever since Varric disappeared. He knew that the two had been from the same world and if not close, he thought at least friends. It worried him to see the other retreat so, but he thought that Fenris would appreciate more private grieving for the loss before someone came to poke him about it.

Like Fenris, Kirk doesn't always sleep well, so it's not surprising that he comes across him one night when he decides that if he cannot sleep, coffee might be in order. ]</sub>

Let me guess - 'just one more chapter'?

OTA

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Kirk spends most of his time around his usual haunts on the ship:

His cabin, which has an open door policy more or less, and his tri-dimensional chess board he made always out and ready to be played.

As Winn knows, Kirk loves the gym. Working out his zen since he has nowhere else to release energy reliably, and he takes to the treadmill and any weights they have.

Kirk, for the most part, does not sleep particularly well unless he has physically exhausted himself or has something with him. It was a long-standing side-effect of the past year, one he does speak of, though it's effects are clear as people can easily come across him in the unholy hours of the night and morning, usually with a cup of coffee, reading a book or going over data, sometimes listening to music, or simply watching stars go by. ]</sub>

[ closed / late night ]

[precedented]

[ It's late. Loki has gone to bed and Leto finds himself listlessly drifting from ship to ship. And then he finds himself outside Jim's door. Jim, who had been so accepting, so determined to save Leto from himself.

His heart hurts. It has never felt like this before. He had always skirted the line between love and heartbreak. ]

Gym (Jim, ha, I so funny)

[only_skin_deep]

[Needing something more of a challenge than her current gym work, which was mainly working with those who wanted to learn and not those already experienced in fighting, Mystique had contacted Kirk earlier in the day to let him know she would be taking up his offer to spar together.

Showing up not long after the communication, Mystique had seen herself into the depths of the ship, making a mental note of it's layout and the crew before directing herself to the gym, water bottle in hand.] Hello?

Night

[cajunspice]

[Not that it was overly unusual for Remy to be around Kirk late at night on either the Tourist, the Wonderduck, or drinking their way between bars on the Iskaulit, but tonight he had headed his friends way upon a request that had been sent through the coms for company. Almost a cry for help due to another visitor being on board, and Remy was highly amused at Kirk's 'distress' over it all.

Letting himself on board, Remy checked through the normal areas Kirk might be, the kitchen, gym, and his room.]

[winn]

[ after getting back from seeing charles on the heron, winn stomps around his room angrily for a while, muttering to himself, before realizing that this is getting him nowhere. jim asked him to come to him, to talk to him when he needs to - and maybe he should take him up on it. he was getting somewhere with charles, after all, before the man violated his private thoughts. jim wouldn't do that because jim can't do that - and apparently that's the only reassurance that matters, he can't quite trust in people to just -- not do what they promise they wouldn't.

running a hand through his hair, he takes a deep breath trying to calm himself down as much as possible - before making his way to jim's room and knocking on the door - uncharacteristically firmly. ]

Got time for a punching lesson? [ because he really needs to hit something about now. ]

[ Closed for Kara ]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ It was one of the bad nights. Sometimes they were brought on by traumatic events, other times they just happened, like a cycle his brain ran through. Maybe, in some distant universe, he was drawing close to the anniversary of all of this. He didn't know and it didn't really matter in the end, but despite his best efforts the nightmares came.

He tossed and turned in his bed, a cold sweat break out as he moaned and cried out softly, fighting against illusory enemies, trying to escape grasping hands and coldly whispering voices. He kicked at the sheets, breathing hard, fists clenching and unclenching, teeth gritting, and there seemed no relief in sight... ]</sub>

[takingkarabusiness]

[ When she couldn't sleep, Kara was in the habit of trying to hear everyone breathing on the ship. She wasn't always successful, and sometimes she regretted focusing her hearing like that, but with Winn staying with Kitty on the Windrose, Kara had been feeling just a touch lonelier. So when she closes her eyes and focuses on what she hears she's... concerned. Someone is breathing too hard, heart beating too fast. She slips out of bed and heads into the corridor, choosing to glide down the hall rather than make a lot of noise by stepping.

When she reaches Jim's door, she peeks through it with her x-ray vision—it wouldn't be the first time she'd misjudged a situation, but this wasn't a mistake she made this evening. She thinks about knocking, at first, hesitant to really disturb him, but she hears a particularly strained cry and decides to go him. She can ask forgiveness later, if necessary.

Kara places one hand on his shoulder, and one on his arm, crouching near the side of the bed. When she speaks, her voice is soft, trying to ease him out of his dream ]

Jim...? Hey, Jim.