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Tourist ROAD TRIP (mingle)

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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[ 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 ]

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[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.

[ 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. ]

[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.]

_{[ 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. ]}

_{[ 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... ]}

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