Tourist May I?

[takingkarabusiness]

Who: Tourists & visitors!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: The Tourist
When: the month of May!

[ Don't mind the smoke alarm going off in the kitchen. Or the woman frantically pulling a cupcake tin out of the smokey oven. Or the fact that she's doing it with bare hands. Don't mind any of it.





[ Or perhaps you're mingling on the ship at a different time and you miss this baking disaster altogether ]

Ugh! Why can't I get this right?

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[candothat]

[General Tourist-y-ness]
[Pavel, now into his second month in the Fleet, is really starting to come to terms with this new reality television universe. He still doesn't love his circumstances, but hiding in his bunk and thinking too much has largely been rotated out of his schedule. In its place? Working and stocking the Tourist's kitchen with potatoes, beets, and vodka (the three main food groups). Help him figure out where to stash a hundred potatoes and three bottles of vodka!

Or, you know, run into him doing something else. He lives here, he's around.]

[Kara, Post-Bake-ocalypse]
I have heard that you tried to burn down the ship. Is that true?

[takingkarabusiness]

It was an accident!

[candothat]

So... partially. You are a menace.

[takingkarabusiness]

Who put a working oven on a spacecraft anyway?

[candothat]

Someone who thinks that an audience would be amused if our lives were endangered by baking, maybe.

...No lives were endangered, were they?

[takingkarabusiness]

Um, no. I save lives, remember? Also I have freeze breath.

[candothat]

You also start fires in starships, I have no idea what you're capable of. [Joking! He feels perfectly safe on a ship with Kara, baking disasters and all.] May I ask what happened?

[takingkarabusiness]

The cupcakes were left in a touch too long.

[candothat]

Aha. Poor cupcakes... and poor us with no cupcakes to eat.

[takingkarabusiness]

I think I'll leave it to Jarvis for the time being.

[helladoomed]

[Chekhov was...somewhere...when Chloe poked her head into the room.]

Hey man you busy? I need a favor.

[candothat]

No, never busy. [Or. Sometimes he's busy, but at the moment he's just settling on a place to keep the vodka that's public enough to indicate that he's fine with sharing without being too inviting.] What can I do?

[helladoomed]

Just need a hand carrying some stuff over to the Iskulti. Shouldn't take more than like...an hour.

[She spotted the bottle he was carrying. She smirked.]

Also probably going to need some of that, if you're sharing.

[candothat]

For you, I can spare an hour.

[He offered the bottle to her with wildly exaggerated reluctance.]

I'm only willing to share because I'm trying to endear myself to the crew still. Once I'm confident that all of you like me, I won't be so generous. [Not at all true.]

[helladoomed]

Great. Come on.

[She won't take the bottle, letting him hold it for now, as she leans him back to the docks where she's got some boxes piled up next to the shuttle.]

Don't think of it as sharing, I have something perfect for a trade.

[She doesn't comment on if they like him or not. Let him stew.]

[candothat]

[He follows her, curious.]

A trade? What is it?

[helladoomed]

You'll see.

[Montage of them loading boxes int he shuttle and conning someone into flying them over to the other ship and getting everything out, weeee.]

Come on, it's this way.

[candothat]

[Was it a musical montage, though?]

You're very bad at answering questions, Chloe.

[helladoomed]

[I certainly hope so!]

Just think of me as mysterious.

[Chloe tossed him a grin as she led him through the ship, but rather than going to any of the big, fancy business, she brought him to a small door between two other places.]

[She tapped a code into the door to unlock it, then shouldered it open and held it for him. Down a narrow hallway was a much larger room which was full of plants on tables in hydroponics tanks. Pot plants, if he knows what they look like.]

Just put the box wherever.

[candothat]

I have no choice but to do so.

[Chekov has no idea at all what pot plants look like, but the fact that they are kept out of the way and locked up does make him suspect that they aren't run-of-the-mill houseplants. He puts the box down and examines her set up.]

Are you a botanist? I have a close friend at home who keeps plants... many of his are carnivorous. [He side-eyes the nearest plant. It doesn't look like any of Sulu's more aggressive plants, but you never know. Plants are tricky.]

[helladoomed]

Don't think of it as a bad thing, man. Mysterious girls are cool. Sometimes. Just don't think I'm some manic pixie dream girl or anything, I ain't got time for that shit.

[This was all said absently, as she sorted through what she had been carrying on her work-table in the corner.]

What? Am I a- [She burst out laughing at that question, looking at him in surprise.] No way I-

[She paused, thinking about it.]

Eh, sure, why not. I've got this lab augment right, guess that makes me a scientist. I just...am really specialized. In one kind of plant.

[candothat]

A manic what? I don't think that I think that, probably.

[She's mysterious in a going-along-with-her-seems-like-a-fine-way-to-get-into-trouble sort of way, which is fine. He's cool with that.]

Close enough to a scientist, I think. What is special about these plants?

[helladoomed]

Guess that went away in the future. Nice.

[She glances at him, then over at the plants, then back. Don't be such a square, Chekov.]

They're pot plants?

[candothat]

[He shrugs helplessly.]

What is special about that? I'm a physicist, not a horticulturalist.

[helladoomed]

[Oh you sweet summer child...]

Uh. Marijuana? You smoke it and get high.

Most places make it illegal. Or at least, you know, controlled.

[She takes things out of the boxes and puts them on various shelves as she talks.]

I got lucky. Had some on me when I got here. Been working on this fooooor...about a year I guess.