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

[dawnwillcome]

[There really doesn't seem to be an easy solution for this, not when Cole is so adamant about never coming back. He should have that right, of course he should, but if he doesn't want it and solves the issue of him and Fenris interacting...

She won't say that, though. It's not an option she likes.]

He may transfer to Dorian's ship to be closer to him, if there's room.

[They can hope that, but it doesn't really solve anything in the long run.]

[dirth]

Entirely possible.

[ Solas breathes out, relaxing, drawing Cole closer, before - ]

Or I could move. I have no particular connection to this ship and would be more than happy to make the adjustment if it meant that I was able to be closer to the two of you.

[killedwithlove]

If you want to move, you should move.

[He exhales softly, letting his mind relax.]

She smells like home and whispers familiar words, my heart is warm and fuller for her presence. It feels nice.

[dawnwillcome]

[That would be the easiest solution, but Jove hadn't really wanted to be the one to suggest it. It should be a thing Solas decides on his own, but once he says it she can't help being pleased to hear it.]

It would make painting my room easier on you if you didn't have to take your paints back and forth.

[And then Cole does his thing, and Jove's smile turns softer as she rubs Cole's back.]

There's something I've missed hearing. Was that one about me?

[dirth]

[ He nods his head, unconcerned with Cole's anxiety. ]

Then I will look in to it. I would rather be close to the both of you than far apart on another ship.

[ With people that would hurt Cole. He bristles a little before he looks over at Jove. The words... They strike something in his chest and he hesitates before he breathes out. ]

It must be. You do hark of home, da'len.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole hums and nods and presses his head against Solas a bit more.]

Yes. Home, heart, hearth, harkening back to before, before it all went wrong.

[And then Cole just falls silent. He knows to keep Solas' secrets.]

[dawnwillcome]

[Well doesn't that make a grand total of no sense. In the future it will, perhaps, but for now Jove just frowns.]

Went wrong?

[dirth]

[ He hesitates before he decides it might be best to speak. ]

A mistake in my youth. That is all, Jove.

[ And that should be the end of it, as far as he is concerned. ]

[killedwithlove]

[Cole hums agreement. It's probably agreement.]

You could come live with us. I don't need a bed. Or food.

I'm going to miss Dorian. He was nice to me before. But now I've met Jove, I like you, Jove.

[dawnwillcome]

[She watches Solas for a moment longer, but when she nods her acceptance there's no suspicion there. Just a trusting smile and a gentleness to her eyes that says she hopes his mistake didn't cost him too dearly.]

And I like you, Cole, but you don't have to give your bed up. There's plenty of room for Solas without you losing your bed.

[And the part about Dorian is too sweet, so she'll just clear that up right away.]

You won't have to worry about Dorian, he'll come visit as often as he can.

[dirth]

You, Dorian, Jove and I will be able to meet up and be together, Cole. That is not something you ought to worry about.

[ He turns, drawing Cole closer, a gentle squeeze before he breathes out, ignoring the feeling that prickles on the back of his neck. Cole knows too much about him and Solas wonders how long it will take until he has to intervene again. ]

I will put in for a transfer, then, shall I?

[killedwithlove]

I don't need my bed. I don't sleep. Or Solas could share your bed, Jove.

[He probably means something innocent by that statement.]

[dawnwillcome]

[Yes, she'd definitely going to assume Cole doesn't actually mean that in any kind of suggestive way. Sharing a bed can be entirely platonic, but hearing that come out of his mouth right after those thoughts he'd apparently gotten from Solas, it's enough to make the tips of her ears go a very faint shade of pink.

Shut up.]

I don't think it would come to that, there should still be plenty of room.

[And now she's thinking about what it would be like to share a bed with Solas. Wonderful.]

[dirth]

[ Solas is about to reply when Jove slips in before him, his mouth dropping open for a bare second before it snaps shut. He shakes his head, smile amused. ]

We will be fine. We will share my room, Cole, and Jove will have hers, with room to spare.

[ He glances over at the woman in question, noting her expression, her smile, and he ignores his own thoughts, wondering about hand holding, about bed sharing... Ah. ]

[killedwithlove]

[Cole tugs Jove closer to him... and then slips out from between them, leaving them to fall into one another.]

I should go and meet other people. And meet Varric again.

[dawnwillcome]

[It's a trick that works all to well because of course she would scoot closer, of course she would lean in as much as Cole wanted... and land almost directly in Solas' lap for her faith in their supposedly compassionate friend.

At least she manages to catch herself against his arm and his thigh and nowhere more... awkward. Creators help her.]

Ah-

[And she's eloquent, too.]

[dirth]

[ Ah.

Solas blinks, shocked, very surprised by it, but she moves quickly, adjusting a little before he moves his body and moves to sit up a little straighter. For a long moment he isn't sure what to do with his arms, his body feeling tense and tight before he forces a smile, shaking his head. ]

Are you alright?

[ It's all he can do. ]

[killedwithlove]

[And Cole is already gone, leaving his two favourite people to sort each other out a bit.]

[dawnwillcome]

[Jove watches Cole flounce out of the room with a bit of a smile, shakes her head as she sits up properly. Embarrassing it might have been, but it's not like it's something she'll be mad at Cole for.]

I'm fine. I think if I can survive a mountain falling on me I can live through careening into a handsome elf with a little help from a spirit. You know, Varric probably has a book that starts this way.

[dirth]

[ Solas, too, just smiles, shaking his head absently before he tries to straighten himself, glancing at the door before he breathes out. ]

A handsome elf, hm?

[ His eyebrows raise. ]

[dawnwillcome]

With Cole here there's no telling what he'll pick up on, so I thought I'd just get that out of the way myself.

[There's not point in being shy about it, it isn't like she didn't give Solas plenty of compliments in Haven and then in Skyhold. And anyway, Cole had shard some of what Solas was thinking, so it only seems fair to put them on even ground.]

You're really going to transfer to our ship for him, aren't you?

[dirth]

Then I am flattered, lethallan.

[ He is still so close to her and he hesitates before he relaxes, his smile soft before he nods his head, glancing out over the rest of the room, the bare walls with soft charcoal marks; more for him to do but waiting for his hand. ]

There is very little I wouldn't do for him.

[dawnwillcome]

He's lucky you're here. We both are. I'd offer to help you with packing, but...

[She's looking around the room as well, now that she's thinking more about his moving and less about nearly landing in his lap. It's very blank in this room.]

I think you'll be fine.

[dirth]

[ Something soft curls around him, a twitch of his lip before he looks at her with something a little more tender. ]

I did say I didn't carry much.

[dawnwillcome]

[She's still focused on one section of the wall, head tilted just slightly to the side as she tries to make sense of what he had started there. It's going to be a shame that he's lost the little bit of progress he's made here on his own paintings, but hopefully the ones he'll fill the Pathstone with will be just as lovely as these no doubt would have been.]

What were you going to paint here?