Tourist October Mingle

[candothat]

Who: Tourists and anyone who can think of a reason to be there
Broadcast: Possibly? Eventually?
Action: On the S.S. Tourist
When: October! All of it!

[How's it going now that we're getting over the disasters and dying? Y'good?]

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[candothat]

[Chekov hasn't seen much of the Tourist or her crew in the past couple of weeks. The Lyuku disaster, additional work on the space station, friends coming out of comas, and the unfortunate and inevitable need to sleep all ended up being remarkably time consuming. There are new crewmates, aren't there? He hopes they won't interpret his absence as unfriendliness.

He won't be hard to find while they're drifting. Stumble across him reading in the kitchen (and waiting for the opportunity to beg food off of anyone who takes it upon themselves to cook), doing nonessential work at the communications station on the bridge, or gloomily contemplating a bottle of vodka in his bunk!]

Communications Station

[wolfehawke]

Hi.

[Adalwolfe knew there was someone else to run communications here on the Tourist but he'd never heard anything about Chekov save for his name on the roster. With any luck, he'll be better at it than Wolfe ever was. Not that Wolfe was terrible at that station in the Twined Rose - he was able to codebreak ok and send and receive encrypted things - but he never really felt at home with the technology.

Best to butter up his crewmate and see if there's any way he can get out of doing much with the station.]

You're serah Chekov, right?

[candothat]

[Chekov straightens out of his leisurely-toying-with-the-communications-console slouch to greet his new shipmate. Wolfe gets a smile and a hand to shake.]

I am, yes. Pavel Andreievich Chekov, communications officer. It's good to meet you, Mr...?

[wolfehawke]

No mister, just Hawke is fine. Or Wolfe if you like.

[He shakes hands with Chekov, pleased at the formal greeting. It makes things easier than just jumping into arguments or whatnot on the network.]

I just moved over to the Tourist. I'm a communications officer too, but I'm more than happy to defer to your expertise if you've got more experience with this sort of thing than I do. Where I'm from we've only mastered ships on water, not even begun with space.

[candothat]

Then just Pavel is fine for me. [He considers him for a moment.] Do you have a preference between the two animals? To me, you seem more wolfish.

Ah, you're my competition! I was afraid that I would have to fight to ever sit at the console. [He was never actually concerned about that or worried about competition.] I have served under Captain Kirk on a starship for nearly five years--not in this capacity exactly, but it isn't so far removed from what I have done at home. Perhaps there are things that I could teach you? And maybe you could tell me more about ships on water.

[wolfehawke]

[The question about his name earns a chuckle. He's heard it before, but it always amuses him.]

Hawke, actually. Wolves are pretty monstrous and I'd rather fly. And I wouldn't call me competition at all. Hell, if you want the console, I'll keep hands off entirely.

[He leans against the wall nearby, crossing his ankles and folding his arms.]

You're from Jim's world? Great, I'm sure it's nice having a familiar face here in the Fleet. Provided he remembers you, I mean. That's the trouble with this place, so many different alternate universes or whatever they call it.

[He shrugs.]

I'd be happy to learn, though I don't think I could tell you much about sailing. I get seasick.

[candothat]

Not always monstrous, but I understand. I would rather fly as well.

[Since he has been given explicit permission to keep the station, he stays put. He periodically taps in a command, but his new shipmate has the majority of his attention.]

I am, yes, and he and I have all of the same memories of home. He is missing others, but... [A dismissive wave.] It is remarkable, finding anyone familiar at the intersection of so many universes and times. Fortunate as well.

[Why no, he has not learned that Adalwolfe and Anders have some history with Fenris.]

I hope that you don't get spacesick as well, Hawke. You would never be able to appreciate Jarvis' meals.

[apurrstate]

[It's one of the times Anders is coming to visit Hawke on the bridge that he runs into Chekov. Instead of man with white hair slouching at the comms station, he finds a blond working diligently like he actually knew what he was doing. It was a surprise but he puts on a smile. At least someone on the ship actually used the communication's position well, Wolfe had mentioned there was someone else he shared the position with.]

Hello, there. I don't believe we've met just yet.

[candothat]

[As luck would have it, Chekov does know what he's doing--at least where his duties as a communications officer are concerned. Whether or not he knows what's going on in other areas of life is highly debatable.

The Russian stands and returns the smile.]

We have not, but I'm glad to have the opportunity to change that. I'm Pavel Andreievich Chekov.

[apurrstate]

[Anders offered his hand.]

A pleasure, Pavel Chekov. I am Anders, the new medical officer on board.

[candothat]

[Anders gets a firm Russian handshake.]

Pavel is fine, unless you are like Mr. Jarvis and prefer formalities. It's good to have a medical officer. At home, Captain Kirk is infamous for finding ways to keep our ship's doctor busy.

[Regardless of what the barely-even-there-anymore bruise on Chekov's jaw implies, he's usually quite good at not needing medical attention!]

[apurrstate]

[Firm handshakes were invented by Russia, after all.]

Pavel, then. Yes, I've seen some of Jim's...exploits. I doubt I'll be without something to do for long.

[But he definitely sees that bruise as he can't help but give a healer's once-over glance of his shipmate.]

I'm not so sure it will just be him, however. What's this? [He motioned to the same are on his own face where Pavel's bruise was.]

[candothat]

[How did you know!]

You should have until we reach the next system before you have exploits to be worried about, Anders. Hopefully. Unless the captain feels a need to make up for time spent being comatose.

[He waves a hand dismissively.]

This is fine. I'm very good at being cautious, typically, and I promise that you will see very little of me in a professional capacity.

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris has gone back to largely scurrying around the ship, trying his very best to not be noticed. He prefers it that way, and is glad Kirk is awake again, so he can do just that. He does pause in passing Pavel's quarters, though- a tiny smile tugging at his lips. ]

I believe you're supposed to drink it.

[candothat]

[It's a good time to scurry and not be noticed. Everyone needs some time to rest, regroup, and recover in whatever way is best for them. ...Whatever way they think is best, anyway.

He shifts his attention to Fenris and responds with a dramatic sigh (which is a much easier response than a more sincere one that might involve expressing how glad he is that Fenris is alive and just as capable of kind-of-maybe smiling as ever he was before the disaster on Lyuku).] But then it will be gone.

[wolfuncaged]

[At least there is one constant in the world. Fenris will remain largely unchanged in his demeanour. Unless he's angered, anyway.He makes a soft huff of amusement. ]

But if you don't drink it, it will sit there, unappreciated.

[candothat]

[Pavel would rather not see any change in the anger direction, thank you.]

You make a compelling argument. Can I interest you in helping me appreciate this vodka?

[wolfuncaged]

[He will never, ever turn down alcohol. ]

...Well, if you feel you could use the help, I would be remiss to leave you handle it alone.

[candothat]

[Fenris is a secret Russian confirmed.]

You are too kind. [He offers him the bottle. It's a little less than half full of a smooth, clean vodka.] This is from the rock system. I haven't found anything as good since.

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha didn't come here specifically to see Chekov. She has other friends here, people to check in on.

But she runs into him in the kitchen, and she smiles.]

You're not going to tell on me if I help myself to some of your coffee, are you?

[candothat]

[He'll pretend that his presence here influenced her decision to visit anyway. He closes his book and gives her a smile.]

I would never do that to you, Tasha. Please help yourself.

[outstandingbalance]

Want some too? I could make enough for both of us.

[Only polite given the circumstances. It is their coffee.]

[candothat]

Yes please. Do you like sugar in yours? I think that we have some.

[The Tourist is just full of luxuries. Why doesn't everyone want to live here?]

[outstandingbalance]

I usually take mine black. Thank you, though.

[She smiles, grateful.]

Too much time in America, maybe.

[candothat]

Ah, you like it bitter. Respectable.

May I ask how long you have spent in America? [Probably not, but he's trying it anyway.] Your accent when you speak English is perfect.