Tourist Mingle

[got_it_memorized]

Who: The crew of the Tourist! or anybody who might visit.
Broadcast: Probably not
Action: Anywhere onboard
When: The week of 29Mar-04April

[All things considered, the Tourist is a fairly quiet ship; it seems most of its crew keep to themselves. What happens when they do happen to bump into one another, though? Let's find out! A chance encounter at the coffee machine, an awkward meeting in the shower, or maybe just killing some time in quarters, let's show the Fleet how the Tourist keeps it real.

[Your captain has purchased some fruit at the market on Mor and has generously deigned to share, so there's a selection of apples and oranges and a box of strawberries in the kitchen for the taking! Don't be greedy, though!]

Comments

[dirth]

[ The noise hurts, somewhere deep in his chest, and he swallows and shakes his head, letting his hands rest where they are, giving that ounce of control to him without hesitating. It has been a long time since he has been willing to accept any form of tenderness or comfort.

He is too old. ]

I will remember that, Cole, and perhaps one day it will be something we can talk about.

[ He turns, moving, leaning forward so he can rest his forehead against Cole, his eyes closing. ]

Let's go. I can show you my painting and we can talk.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole keeps holding on, watching Solas intently, focusing with all his senses.]

One day. Time, fickle, fortunate, favoured, frustrated. I'd like to see your painting. You can teach me to paint.

[dirth]

[ He nods, turning, his hand soft on Cole's back. ]

This way. How have you found the ships, the people? I'm sure you were a surprise to them.

[killedwithlove]

[Without a hand to hold, Cole looks down and starts picking at the threads of his hand wraps. It's an old standby habit.]

I don't like it here. Everyone's so far away, it's very quiet. And this ships are small.

[Cole doesn't like confined spaces any more than he likes being alone. They scare him quite badly.]

I spoke to Dorian. He wasn't well, he looked faded. Then a very angry elf yelled at me for a while and Dorian yelled at him. And I met a Grey Warden who doesn't do blood magic and I met Jove, and she knew a Cole too, but not me. I like her. She has a garden.

[dirth]

[ He guides him forward, urging him to follow down the halls. ]

We'll find a way to fix that. I promise.

[ He wants Cole to be comfortable, happy, at peace. He'd do whatever he could to make that happen. ]

Dorian has had some hard times lately, but I am glad that you have been meeting people. I admit that I didn't know Jove when I first arrived.

[ There's warmth in his chest. ]

She is exceptional, isn't she?

[killedwithlove]

[Cole follows, staying close, not quite stepping on Solas' feet while crowding him.

He sighs softly, enjoying that warmth and happiness.]

She's very kind. I like her a lot. But I'd rather stay here with you.

[dirth]

[ He hardly minds. It's comforting and easy and he simply walks, only pausing when they reach his door. ]

I will see what arrangements can be made. If you cannot come to me I will come to you.

[killedwithlove]

Places don't really mean anything to me, but they do to people. Your place in Skyhold meant a lot to you. What you put on the walls meant a lot.

I didn't tell. I didn't think you'd want me to.

[dirth]

[ He makes a soft noise, nodding his head. ]

Not yet, Cole. They're happier, not knowing, aren't they?

[killedwithlove]

I don't know if they'd be happier or not. But it felt...

Deep, desperate, digging into the world and my flesh. It felt private.

[Which, coming from COLE of all people, really says something.]

[dirth]

Private? That's new.

[ He doesn't watching him, careful and gentle. ]

How do you feel, Cole? Emotions do not normally make you think of privacy.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole shifts on the spot, uncomfortable in his body briefly and then shakes his head.]

No. Too open, too exposed, bare and battered by eyes...

[dirth]

[ Gently, encouraging, Solas touches his arm. ]

Then we won't talk about it.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole gets himself into the room, beelining for the corner and curling up in it, relaxing once he felt walls around him.]

Remembering that... You were in the walls, laying everything bare and it hurts so much, the paint holds the pain and persecution. I'm okay. I promise.

[dirth]

[ He walks over, moving to sit, cross-legged, opposite Cole. ]

Do you want to rest for a while?

[killedwithlove]

No. I'm not tired.

[He may have confronted the templar with Varric, but he was a spirit. He didn't sleep.

He did uncurl to reach for Solas' hands again, watching him.]

[dirth]

[ Rest does not always mean sleep, of course.

Solas reaches, taking his hands and nodding. ]

What shall we talk about?

[killedwithlove]

Mm. I don't know. Tell me about this place? Personnel Augment has taught me a lot, but not about this place, just how to do things.

[dirth]

I don't know much. You may have to rely on the others for more information.

[ He pauses, considering... ]

We travel. We are watched for sport and, at times, we stop on planets and see many things. The worlds here are not like our own at all.

[killedwithlove]

[He may ask others later, but right now, he wants Solas' opinion because he trusts him.]

Watched?

This isn't at all like Thedas.

[dirth]

No, it is not.

[ He hums. ]

Imagine eyes upon you at all times. That is what happens here. People want to be entertained and we have been brought here to fill in that space.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole closed his eyes and tried to cast out his awareness, but he couldn't reach beyond the confines of the little ship, let alone to the vastness beyond.]

I don't think I do anything very entertaining. I can't dance.