Your regularly scheduled creepy visitor

[killedwithlove]

Who: Cole and anyone who needs him... or wants to chat to him
Broadcast: No
Action: On any ship except Marsiva, Tourist or Red Fish because he avoids visiting two and can't visit the third.
When: While the fleet is moving and probably a bit after

[There is this thing Cole does.

He visits other ships. Sometimes he put the Pathstone alongside to visit and sometimes he takes a shuttle, but he's constantly wandering all over the fleet, being with people, circulating.

He hasn't done it in a while. He got a nasty fright and went into hiding for a while.

But the creepy psychic being is back! Sticking his large nose into all the business.]

Comments

[killedwithlove]

[Cole shrugs, hands dropping back near Tyrion's and chin dropping to rest between them.]

Maybe she's just never looked.

[tallasaking]

...and maybe I should give her the chance to?

[killedwithlove]

Maybe.

I can't answer that for you.

[tallasaking]

Yes, I suppose I am the only one who can answer that.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole nods.]

Sometimes, it's like that,

[tallasaking]

Sometimes, it is.

Thank you, Cole.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole gives a small smile.

He's helped. Time to move on and find someone else.]

At least you'll know. I should go now.

[tallasaking]

I shall speak with you later, though?

[killedwithlove]

Probably.

[He stood up.]

Goodbye.

[tallasaking]

[A wry snort.]

Good night, Cole.