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]

Absolutely, only not just now.

[He can tell there's a bit of annoyance there, among other things, so he stows his communicator and prepares to dock.]

I've been a terrible escort and haven't asked how you've been all this time I was gone. Please forgive me and allow me to ask now.

[passingthrough]

[It's mooooostly amusement, but there is a part of her that doesn't like to be ignored, it's true. But then his extremely easy question manages to throw her.]

Oh, I've been... [good? fine? super terrific with a cherry on top? She can't quite get her lips to form any positive ending to that sentence even though it would be simplest. It's what she's been trying to be!] I've been pretty much how I've been since Winn left but with less public misery. Feeling a little better after my two-month nap though. [It really was refreshing but then it was immediately layered by news of a planet getting destroyed, but as long as nothing else sucks in the next couple of months maybe things will start really looking up again! That will totally happen, right? RIGHT?]

[wolfehawke]

That's terrible.

[He can't imagine if Anders left, leaving him solitary in the Fleet. Maker, he'd likely waste away like in some tragically romantic poem.]

Hopefully they'll bring him back.

[He puts a hand on her shoulder in what he hopes is a comforting gesture.]

I'm sorry, Kitty.

[passingthrough]

Yeah... I hope so. Or send me to him. You know, as long as I'm just wishing for things that probably won't happen.

[She gives him a soft smile. Just trying to be strong here for months. No big deal.]

Thanks.

[wolfehawke]

[He pats her shoulder and helps with whatever needs to be done for final approach and docking. Stepping out into the docking bay of the Twin Roses gives him pause, however. Its still home in a sense, even knowing he's now assigned to the Tourist. There's memories here still.]

I see not much has changed in a few months.

[passingthrough]

[She heads out with him.] Well, we thought about turning all the floors into slip 'n slides, but it got voted down. [She's kidding. If that had come up they definitely would have done it. Don't tell Vash.]

[wolfehawke]

[He has no idea what a slip 'n slide is but he can guess from just what the name sounds like.]

Glad to have your room back though, right? The regular ones are so tiny.

[He wanders down the hall with her towards the empty room where Kitty said his belongings may be. It's odd not to see Drools or Pounce in the halls, but he tries not to dwell on it. Mostly he's just hoping for clothes that aren't jumpsuits and a few other mementos.]

[passingthrough]

Yeah, the room's been good. [It's a little bittersweet since she used to share it with Winn and it's still filled with his things.]

You guys are missed though. Not enough to give you back the room, but still missed. [She hopes he finds what he wants.]

[wolfehawke]

We miss it too. Like I said, we put in for here, but Atroma has other ideas. You know how they are.

[He makes a face, opening the door to the spare room. It seems it's a bit more of a closet than a guest room these days, but there are things of theirs left which is a relief. His father's journal is right there on the spare bed, thank Andraste, and some of the clothes he'd collected from various planets. Curiously, there's no trace of his jar of rocks or of the weapons they'd made or had made in the first few months of being in the fleet.

He steps in and snags the journal first, pocketing it, then starts to sift through clothes.]

Fantastic, none of it's even torn! You'd be surprised just how easy it is to tear trousers.

[passingthrough]

Yeah, they have issues. [Get help, Atroma.

She's glad to see him pocket the book. She hopes that's what he was hoping to find.]

I mean, I was thinking of dressing dummies up in the clothes and using them for target practice, but I stopped myself just in case you returned. [She was not thinking about doing any such thing. But it does sound kind of fun now.]

[wolfehawke]

Hah, right, you could stuff them with straw and chop their heads off at your leisure to blow off steam.

[Really though, that does work wonders after an annoying day of dealing with people you have to be polite to because they inherited undeserved titles a hundred years ago.]

I don't suppose I could take clippings of Anders' plants in the cargo bay back to him? The more medicinal herbs the better, I always say.

[He's never said that, but it's good sense.]

[passingthrough]

Oh, sure, I stockpile straw just in case. [She looks amused.]

Yeah, of course. He planted them after all. And I'll go do something appropriately captainly and let you take your time sorting through this assuming you have more to sort. And you're both always welcome for future sorting or just hanging out.

[wolfehawke]

[He smiles at that, knowing she does have other things to do than escort him down memory lane as he goes through things.]

Sounds good. I'll be sure to come say goodbye when I'm finished. We'll definitely visit.

[passingthrough]

It's a date. Bring me a corsage. [She gives him a wink and slips out. She can explain what a corsage is later if he doesn't know.]