driftfleet | Tourist October Mingle

[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!]

[ Kara has been very subdued, especially since the whole... everything with the planet. She spends a fair amount of time in her room or on the Goldstone until Mon-El wakes up. Then she spends a lot of time with Mon-El. But she still stops back in to the Tourist to change her clothes, clean up, eat, and check in on her shipmates ]

[He's not been on the Tourist long but Wolfe has already made himself at home. While knocking on the door to his bunk is just as likely to find Anders opening the door as Wolfe, the mage can also be found poking around the ship to find all the differences between it and his previous ship. Thanks to there being less windows, he's found it much more cozy for his tastes.

While drifting, Wolfe attends every on of Jarvis' breakfasts - you don't turn down a well cooked meal freely given! He can often be found in the cargo hold busying himself with physical activity; the weights tend to be what he favors, which explains those guns attached to his shoulders, though he does run the treadmill sometimes. Actually, he's found over there quite a lot when he's not on the bridge tending to the communications array or in the med bay bothering his boyfriend. He doesn't really leave the ship all that much though, which is strange given how much he used to go visiting when he was in the fleet a few months ago. Curious...]

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?

[During one of the times Wolfe walks into the medbay, Anders is pensive, more so than usual, and distinctly does little more than shoot Wolfe a small smile when he walks in.

It's not that he isn't happy to see his boyfriend, far from it, he just...happens to have something very specific on his mind. Something he knows he'll need to be the one to bring up. After a moment of fussing with the elfroot leaves he'd most recently harvested from the Twin Roses, he lays them all down and gives a bit of a sigh.]

Love...I think we should talk.

[Apparently, he was going to start this the second worst way he possibly could, short of saying 'so about Justice.']

[It only takes half a second for Adalwolfe to register that Anders has something singular on the mind. He has a specific look he gets when a thought takes hold and won't leave him until something is done about it. It puts a weight in the pit of Wolfe's stomach since it's hardly ever a good thought that brings that about and the weight drops another two inches when he opens his mouth and says exactly the thing you don't start a conversation with your love interest with.]

Oh Maker's mercy, you're leaving me aren't you?! I swear I'll pick up my socks!

[Okay, he doesn't actually believe that. It's the very worst case so he knows if Anders denies that's what he wants to talk about, anything else is a relief.]

Edited 2017-10-03 19:05 (UTC)

[While he and Wolfe hadn't exactly asked to be transferred to The Tourist, they'd been moved here by Atroma and were together and that was, ultimately, what mattered. That and the Tourist hadn't had a medical officer before, unlike the Bishop, which suited Anders just fine. He'd rather be where he was needed than where he was comfortable, which would have had him going back to the Twin Roses for sure.

Instead, he's making the best of the situation and making the medbay more his own. He's already rearranged some things and set up the station he needed for making more of the potions already lining one of the cabinets, now it was just a matter of adding some touches. Anyone who happened into the Medical bay might find the healer arranging some of his transplanted medicinal herbs he'd gotten from the Greenhouse and the Twin Roses gardens that he'd helped establish, mostly just necessities like elfroot and the mana-plant he'd found ages ago, everything else he could go and harvest as needed.

He also happened to be setting up an extra bed as best he could in the space, the mattress seemingly stolen from one of the bedrooms on board.

Anders could usually be found in the medbay if anyone needed him or healing for any reason, but Anders could also be found on the bridge, mostly to visit Hawke, and occasionally in the kitchens when he was looking to grab a small snack. Really, those breakfasts Jarvis made were the only real meals he had, if he came in to have one, he was too use to small, sparse, meals when absolutely needed.

Of course, seeing as this was a new ship he'd never set foot on even before his absence, he could be found just about anywhere as he explored and acclimated.]

Edited 2017-10-03 19:09 (UTC)

[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.

[Justice doesn't live on this ship, though one could be forgiven for thinking he does with how often he comes by to help Anders (and to check on him, because Justice hasn't had to deal with a friend being unconscious before and also he's still pretty sure Anders shouldn't be this skinny). Making medical potions and tending herbs isn't exactly fulfilling his purpose, but it's close enough to tide him over until next time they have a planet to evacuate.

Today he comes in with a plate of food--a very eclectic plate of food, like he didn't know what to take so he took a bit of everything, plus one of each eating utensil in the kitchen whether they're needed or not. He doesn't even bother with the pretense that some of it is for him because, A, lying is wrong, and B, he doesn't eat so it'd be a bad lie anyway. He puts it on Anders' workstation, because he doesn't have any sense of subtlety, but at least he's not at the point where he's demanding that Anders eat it immediately right there.

Then Justice goes to pick up where he left off the day before, with boiling leaves and grinding herbs into poultices.]

Anders, I would like you to explain the human body to me.

[He says this without preamble because... because he's hopeless, that's why.]

[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.

[Her troubles are very much understandable, all things considered. Fenris has definitely noticed her subdued nature. The usual brightness of it dulled considerably. He even seeks her out, catching her on one of her trips back to the Tourist. ]

Kara. I was hoping I would bump into you.

[Fenris still isn't sure how to feel about Wolfe and Anders being here. He feels a little like his territory has been invaded, and a paranoid part of his mind is looking for a reason why. As such, he's still a little tense around them- particularly Adalwolfe. Did he know? Did Marian tell him?

He eventually comes across Wolfe on the bridge, and attempts something like normal conversation. ]

...Are you settling in well?

[Fenris absolutely was NOT a fan of sharing a living space with Anders. The barely managed it back in Kirkwall, and now, here he is. Living on his ship. Getting his Anders-ry hands on everything. Certainly, their relationship has improved slightly, he no longer wants to push the man out of the airlock and watch him drift lifelessly into space- but he's not about to pick out curtains with the guy, either.

He'll observe his struggle with the mattress, not actually helping despite the fact he could probably move it a hundred times easier than the mage. ]

You know. There is a new upgrade, you can ask for your quarters to combine into one.

[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...?

[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.

[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.

[Knocking on Kara's door.] Answer before I stick my head in and accidentally see something weird and or sexy.

[Kitty is on the ship maybe because she forgot she doesn't spend half her time here anymore since Winn disappeared or maybe just to visit Chekov. Possibly just to get out in the cargo hold and say this.]

Hey! What the hell? [This is a perfectly reasonable way to greet someone you haven't seen in many months, right?]

[Anders' smile widens affectionately and he looks back up at Wolfe.]

Yes, let that be your warning: I will surely leave you for your poor laundry habits.

[He huffed a laugh and went back to what he was working on.]

No, love. I want to talk to you about Justice. I wasn't sure if you knew he was here and then everything happened all at once and it's certainly obvious you two know of each other now.

[Justice's presence is one Anders finds far more comfort in now than he did from when Justice remembers. It's easy for him to adapt to having Justice around and they often work in an easy, comfortable, atmosphere with occasional conversation, largely to do with Justice's eventual questions or Anders teaching him various things about the potions he was making.

The hole Anders had felt in his core ever since being separated from the spirit seemed to ache a little less when Justice was around, like his soul knew the part it was missing was nearby.

Justice's arrival is met with a smile and a light greeting as Anders continues to work, though the healer spares a glance at the plate of food and can't help the slight exasperation that leaks into his expression. Justice had already joined the list of people who were far too invested in whether or not Anders was taking care of himself to a normal person's standard.

Luckily, he doesn't have particularly long to think on it before Justice starts in with his question and leaves Anders stuck between baffled and hesitant.]

Oh maker, no. Don't spirits have conversations about the birds and the bees with...whatever constitutes a spirit-parent? You...still have Kristoff's memories, right? Shouldn't they tell you enough about human bodies and all...that?

[Because he didn't believe for a second that all of Oghren's innuendos were completely lost on Justice, he would bet good money a lot of that was Justice simply not rising to the dwarf's bait at the end of the day.

[When Anders had found himself on the new ship and actually parsed out which one it was, he'd had two thoughts in quick succession: 'This is Jim's ship' and 'Maker, Fenris is here too.'

Whatever...impasse this was they were at seemed tenuous at best. It seemed someone (likely Atroma) had decided it might be fun to test the waters. Anders had certainly entertained the idea of simply requesting a different transfer, but it fit both criteria he'd had, Wolfe was on board and the crew had't had a medic prior...it seemed childish and irresponsible to simply leave because he and the elf couldn't figure out if they could actually talk to each other or not. For right now, he would settle in.

Well...right now he would struggle with the mattress and be distinctly aware of the completely non-helpful presence currently in his clinic. He awkwardly banged the mattress against the counter, slightly jostling the potions he'd left there to put away later, and then let the thing flop unceremoniously half on the floor and half against the wall as Anders let out a frustrated sigh.]

Really? That's useful. Sadly, it has nothing to do with this, nor does it help.

[It was genuinely useful to know, he hadn't heard yet, but he was frustrated with his inability to apparently heave a mattress and it was still easy as anything to take out that frustration with a snappish retort to his usual source of ire. He sighed again.]

[Justice has noticed a shift in their relationship. Anders is more comfortable with him, and less likely to deflect questions or accidentally offend him with vague implications that he could become a demon. It's not an unwelcome change, and Justice assumes it's just because, from Anders' perspective, they have been working together for many years now rather than for just a few months. It's something that Justice has no trouble adapting to because he and Anders had already been drifting closer by his time due to the hostility of some of the Orlesian Wardens, and this older Anders' comfort and affection rubs off on him.

(It doesn't change the fact that something still feels off, and he can't shake his awareness of it no matter how hard he tries.)

Anders' response merits a quizzical furrow of the brow. Justice looks at him like he's wondering if Anders has just had a stroke.] I am asking about humans, Anders. Not about birds or bees.

[He speaks extra slowly because clearly Anders must have misheard him.] Besides, Kristoff was not a healer like you are. Nor was he a... beekeeper? [Seriously, wtf do bees and birds have to do with anything?

Anders. You should know better than to use euphemisms with him.]

[Jarvis certainly always enjoys the fact you don't turn down meals, good sir. The Tourist has been getting considerably busier -- which is just fine by Jarvis in the cooking department, as he merely adjusts portion sizes and makes notes on rationing in other areas. After all, he's not really relying on the 'space proteins' that the ships supply. They're ghastly. No, today is a manner of some meats from the planet, made much akin to bacon, as well as eggs from not-quite-chickens-but-close-enough.

He's more than pleased to clean up, too. A happy kitchen is a healthy one. He just wishes it hadn't all been on the heels on such a... terrible month.]

Are you enjoying it well enough, Mr. Hawk?

[Jarvis had been stopping in after a rather lengthy stretch of work at The Melting Pot -- not as much feeding there as usual, thanks to dwindled supplies, but he makes due with the limited resources at hand. He had just been stopping by the Medical Bay thanks to a small cut on his hand he'd gotten while blanking a bit in the kitchen, preparing something preemptively for dinnertime -- nothing serious! A bandaid would do! But he's a bit embarrassed to have even been so lost in negative energy that it happened in the first place. Some things that have happened as of late are hard to shake.

He hesitates at the door, noting the other man's presence while cupping his hand gingerly in the other.]

Oh -- my apologies. Am I interrupting?

[This shipmate is shoving a box of fresh donuts your way, as you wander on through the hallways. It's been rough for sure, but... he's doing his best not to let his own thoughts eat him up; better to keep a strong face for his fellow crewmates, after all!]

Miss Danvers! Have you been properly energized for the day?

[He knows you like donuts don't play.]

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