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?]

Comments

[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.

[wolfehawke]

[That earns Chekov a laugh.]

No, no, not space sick. There's usually not really any feeling of movement, at least not to be, even if we are moving. It's the back and forth rocking of a ship I can't handle, especially in rough seas. Which is fortunate because missing out on Jarvis' breakfast would be criminal. If I'd known, I would have visited in the mornings before I was ever stationed here.

[candothat]

He is one of our best-kept secrets. [Although Chekov's expression is solemn, this is not actually a true statement.] If everyone knew, those of us who live here would need to share. We would probably never get seconds again.

[wolfehawke]

Maker forbid. I'll just have to make sure I don't go spreading it around, then.

[Wolfe chuckles.]

So how long have you been in the Fleet, Pavel? I'm sure I'd have met you if it was when I was here last so only a few months, I would guess?

[candothat]

Please. It's bad enough that Kitty knows already.

Nearly seven months. [sheepishly:] I, ah... was not very eager to make new friends initially, if you were still here then.

[wolfehawke]

Oh. Yeah, I guess we just didn't cross paths.

[He smiles a little distantly. He was here then, and Pavel mentioned Kitty, who was his captain for what feels like only five minutes. It was at least a month...? Maybe? He has a hard time remembering and that feels so strange. He usually has a fairly good memory.]

It's alright, we can just make up for lost time here over fabulous breakfasts.

[candothat]

An easy thing to do with so many ships.

[Especially since Pavel largely kept to his quarters at first. For some reason, waking up in weird universe number three where most of the people he had met previously didn't remember him and finding his other-universe girlfriend madly in love with someone else didn't really motivate him to be social.]

And communications lessons... although those may not be as enjoyable as fabulous breakfasts.

[wolfehawke]

[He nods sagely, knowing he'd barely even met half the Fleet before his massive coma.]

Right, lessons. It should be illuminating, at the very least.

[candothat]

I certainly hope that it will be. I also hope that you don't plan to learn anything about diplomacy from me. Of all of the aspects of this job, that is the one that I know the least about.

[wolfehawke]

Diplomacy, no. According to a bunch of the Kirkwall nobility, that's my forte anyway. Maybe we can exchange those skills, communications for diplomacy.

[He's not sure why he even says that. He doesn't feel particularly diplomatic but everyone always says he is so... well, sure. Why not.]

[candothat]

I would like that. As it is, I rely mostly on politeness in diplomatic situations... and, if they go poorly, an ability to run fast. At least one of those approaches would fail me here.

[wolfehawke]

Actually politeness and running are most of it in my experience.

[He laughs.]

But it's also knowing your audience, and knowing what they want. You're not going to tempt a dog with a fish, so you'd best find a bone. Or better yet, a steak.

[candothat]

Ah, well. I have a good start.

Dogs will eat fish, won't they? [Not the point, Pavel.]