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

[wolfuncaged]

[It makes no sense at all, but Fenris isn't about to question him. Could be he's just weird. The Tourist is good at hooking weirdos. ]

Or unless you leave something in there to the point of it becoming a charred mess.

[justamobster]

M'used to burnin' things. Got it under control. [ In fact, he takes the fully over-cooked and smoking hunk of goo out of the microwave and waves off the smoke with one hand. ] Guess that's 'nough. Shit don't work so well, but I ain't gonna go ruinin' the real food here, yeah?

[ He indicates the fruit out on the counter with the tip of his head. It seemed to be for community use, but he's well-aware fruit doesn't stand up well to his carbonized cooking style. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[That looks...pretty disgusting. ]

No. It would be preferable if you didn't melt the fruit into an inedible mess.

[justamobster]

Nothin' doin'. Have at it.

[ He's doing his best to cut into his rubbery black goop of protein. It's proving to be too difficult for a fork alone, so he goes about locating a knife. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[He'll just...pick up an apple and go to lean against the wall. A part of him is morbidly curious if their new crewmate is about to give himself food poisoning. ]

[justamobster]

[ It's a process, getting the black goop to stay still long enough to cut it, but eventually he manages. And he does eat it, though he looks less than pleased to do so. It's better than starving, or eating something that will give him the smokes. So he just eats in silence.

Eventually he goes about fiddling with the beverage dispenser, figuring out the "tea" setting, which is probably as close as he's going to get to coffee for now. He leans up to get a second mug, glancing over his shoulder at the other man. ]

Want a cup of tea? Promise I ain't gonna burn that neither.

[wolfuncaged]

[Well at least he didn't die?]

I imagine it would be very difficult to burn tea. [He usually prefers wine, but it's probably not wise this early in the day.] Certainly. Thank you.

[justamobster]

Can overbrew it, but dunno if they even let you in this place. [ He fills one mug, sets it on the counter in Fenris's direction, then goes about filling his own. ] Everythin' is machines, like we can't even go takin' care of ourselves, yeah? Should be used to it, but I managed to avoid usin' alla this kinda stuff last place I was trapped.

[wolfuncaged]

[He takes a cautious sip, but finds it perfectly acceptable. ] It is fine.

[Oh, well that sure is familiar. He glances up, for a brief moment, before looking back at his tea. ]

Ah, you were also... between places. I was taken to a place called Exsilium, before Atroma managed to bring me here. We had...less opportunity to ignore the machinery.

[justamobster]

S'quite a few of us, yeah? People've mentioned some castle place, too. [ He leans against the counter, then sips at his own cup of tea. ] Was on a space station called Sacrosanct. Didn't like usin' the machines there at first 'cuz it was new, but after a while it was 'cuz the woman runnin' the place lived in the machines. And she wasn't the friendly type. And if anythin' came outta the rift that messed with the robots... It wasn't pretty.

[ He looks around with a grimace. ] Still waitin' for the other shoe t'drop here.

[wolfuncaged]

Apparently, I was in the castle, also, but I remember none of it. [He doesn't sound that bothered by it. When you don't remember massive chunks of your life, a little extra amnesia is just a raindrop in a lake.]

That sounds like a mess. In Exsilium, it was only after the city was destroyed, that we had to move into space. Most of the time we were travelling through time, altering history to stop a dangerous power taking over everything.

[He takes a sip of his tea, and nods. ]

Everything is too... simple here. They must want more of us than just to simply watch us.

[justamobster]

Was someone who looked like you at the station, gonna admit. He spent some time in my bar. Dunno if it was you, I mean. There was talk from a buncha folks 'bout [ He makes a vague gesture. ] timelines and dimensions and other bushwa that's way over my head. Boiled down to there bein' different versions of folks and... hell if I can understand it, but I guess it makes sense.

Simple, yeah. S'what I'm sayin'. [ Oh thank God, someone who gets why he's so nervous here. ] Things would get real peaceful, real normal on the station, right? Then outta fuckin' nowhere, plagues and robots and monsters and time or space goin' funny. Some of it was just the rift bringin' things in like it brought us. Hypatia let us stay there, but she didn't want us.

[ He frowns, turns his tea mug in his hands. ] Puts me on edge, knowin' these Atroma folks want us here. There's gotta be a purpose, yeah? One we ain't seein'.

[wolfuncaged]

...That does sound like something I would do. [Yay, alcoholism. ] Hmm, I am familiar with the concept, though. Exsilium had much the same.

[Great, he can add another world he doesn't remember being in now. Great. Life is grand. ]

Certainly. There's something much deeper going on here, and I dread the day we find out what. After all, if we are just to float on a controlled path through space, why have pilots? Why have weapons specialists, or lab workers? They have given us these roles and skills for some reason other than aesthetic.

[justamobster]

Yeah. Ain't buyin' the whole entertainment angle. Somethin' ain't right 'bout it. After all, could just... put us in a buildin', make us live with each other. Or stick us on a desert island or somethin'. Fleet of spaceships instead, with weapons. S'a motive there. [ Ladon's world already has a big, shady world government. It isn't too big of a leap for him to head right into the conspiracy theories. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[Thedas isn't that much better. Not when you're an elf, anyway. ]

Well, I have no intentions of being an unwilling participant in otherwordly plans again. If they are foolish enough to arm us, then they will find such things turned upon them,

[justamobster]

I'll drink to that. [ He makes a face, then sips his tea. ] Would, anyway, if this damn place had any whisky.

[wolfuncaged]

Yes, unfortunately it is always hit and miss, if we get passable alcohol here.

Be grateful you missed the Floot Loops drink.

[justamobster]

Floot... Do I wanna know?

[ He has a feeling he doesn't. ]

[wolfuncaged]

It was a flavour that was everywhere.

It tasted of dying rainbows.

[justamobster]

Guess I don't wanna know. [ Ladon can't even conceptualize the taste of a dying rainbow. ] I'll stick with the whisky. Or whatever they got 'round here like it.

[wolfuncaged]

Trust me, you really don't.

[Fenris never wanted to do that either, but Floot Loops did that for him.]

That's probably wise.