ACTION! Meeting people!

[killedwithlove]

Who: Cole and anyone who stands still long enough to be talked to
Broadcast: No.
Action: One ALL fleet ships except The Tourist and The Three Twins
When: During the week.

Cole doesn't like the communicators. He finds it too disorientating to talk to people and have that vast distance between them.

Instead, he's setting out to visit each of the ships and meet the people on board. He likes people and he likes meeting and talking with people and he'd far rather do that face to face.

Don't worry. He doesn't take up much space and he takes up no supplies. He just wants to meet people.

But... he gives The Tourist and The Three Twins a wide berth. Fenris had been very clear that he was not to see Cole again and Cole will respect that by avoiding the places he seems to be.

Anyone from those ships will have to be visitors somewhere else to run into Cole.

Comments

[detectivewonder]

Hi. Welcome aboard. Any reason you couldn't call ahead?

[Cole's approach is going to earn him a very skeptical welcome from at least one captain who had a campsite set up in his shuttlebay, until he was forced to move it or have a strange shuttle park on top of it.]

[killedwithlove]

Why would I call if I was coming here? Anything I wanted to say, I could say when I got here!

[Sorry there, Tim. He doesn't try to be difficult. It just comes naturally to him.]

[merchantprince]

[Varric is security so of course he goes to meet whoever just showed up. He's armed, a rifle taking the place of Bianca on his back, but his body language is more puzzled than aggressive.

That hat.]

Uh, hi there. You looking for someone? We don't get visitors on the Huntress much.

[killedwithlove]

VARRIC!

[For a moment, Cole forgets that Varric doesn't know him. His face doesn't light up exactly, but it softens into something that's an outpouring of happiness for him.

Then he remembers and shutters off again.]

Oh. No. You don't know me. Dorian said you wouldn't know me.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[hey, so. something a little odd about his visit to the Bloodsport is that no matter where he shows up on that little ship, Robin shows up really fast. he's just kind of there all of a sudden, leaning in the doorway, looking very casual and canting his head.]

Well, this is a surprise.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole won't notice. He's good like that.]

Is it?

[blindoptimism]

[With no captain presently on the ship, Nunnally has been trying her best to be... Well, somewhat of a representative of the Red Ship. She's keeping an extra close tab on her ship mates, on all the recent goings on, and visitors. So when she sees an alert that they have a visitor, Cole won't have to wait very long before a young girl in a wheelchair rolls his way.

Hm... whoever she was expecting, Cole was not it. But she doesn't look surprised, just welcoming as she smiles softly.]

Hello. Ah... Welcome to the Red Fish. Did you come to visit someone?

[killedwithlove]

[Cole looks at her, her wheelchair and then her, slightly confused and then ducking his head, face vanishing into the shadow of his hat.]

Yes. Everyone. Loud noise, red everywhere, her weight heavy on me. I don't like the communicators, I can't see people properly through them.

[howcanihelp]

[ The Bishop comes complete with an alert when anyone's shuttle hooks up with them, so Steffa makes her way to the airlock out of curiosity to see who's coming over.

Neither Tadashi or Hiro is racing over, so it probably isn't Honey Lemon or Ino, or any of Hiro's tech friends... ]

Oh! Cole, hello!

[ She hopes that meeting her in person might put him at ease about her Warden-ness, but it's hard for her to guess. ]

[killedwithlove]

[For a long moment, it's very clear that Cole isn't sure who she is, staring blankly at her from the door of the lock.]

Old songs, whisper, cajole, fade into nothing... Warden!

You're a Grey Warden. Stephanie?

[puro]

[Manolo always likes to see visitors arriving on the Bloodsport. Things have been a bit...tense for Robin lately, so he honestly hopes it's someone who can take some of the weight off their captain's shoulders. He peers out of his office, guitar in hand.

He doesn't recognise Cole, but that doesn't stop him from giving him a friendly smile.]

Hola. Welcome to the Bloodsport.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole tilts his head, regarding the man briefly.]

Hello. Is that a musical instrument?

[save_the_souls]

[Huh. Allen hadn't been expecting any visitors to the Blue Fish in fancy hats, and he didn't think the Shuffle was until tomorrow. But, he'll still approach this curiosity with a smile]

Ah, hello. Are you here to visit someone?

[killedwithlove]

Yes. I'm visiting everyone. I like people.

I'm Cole.

[sadsack]

[ Bariyan kind of misses the Marsiva. There was enough space and confusion and lack of responsibility for him to skulk around and avoid people, at least. He's still managing to skulk around and avoid people aboard the Golden, too, but now that he's got... a Place (the ship), and a Role (pilot, apparently), he feels somewhat more guilty about the anti-social lurking.

So when he turns the corner and comes face-to-face with Cole, he visibly recoils, as if he's got something to hide. ]

Are-- are you new?

[ Asked with surprise, but comes out sounding like some sort of accusation. ]

[killedwithlove]

[He recoils and Cole does the same, twitchy after his fight (being yelled at) by Fenris.]

No. I'm the same person I was before I came here.

[noctiphile]

[Truthfully, Mattias doesn't notice when he first arrives on the Starstruck. Or rather, doesn't care enough to let the memory stick. It remains vague, a series of bullet points. Shuttle incoming, shuttle hailed, shuttle docked. Then nothing. Perhaps a responsible communications officer would have gone to check. Made sure it wasn't some hostile sci-fi television enemy here to take over the ship or some lost guest wandering the ship and wreaking havoc. But no, he remains at his station, pouring over books and cryptic notes until, finally, he gets up. For a glass of water. The visitor has long since been forgotten.

Which is why, after he's picked through his minefield of books and paper, he looks up and freezes. Stares. Squints and leans forward, as if trying to peek under his hat.]

... Are you sick? You look positively dreadful.

[In some far-off universe it's probably the polite way of saying hello.]

[killedwithlove]

[Not being met doesn't bother Cole in the slightest, he just heads off to wander around and find some people.

And he finds one!]

... no. I don't get sick. Or I never have before. Are you sick?

[realhumanbeing]

[The Marsiva is terribly boring. There's no one to really talk to-- certainly no one Steven's age-- and he can't even visit the few people he's gotten to know. He misses Pearl and the others, he misses home, and he's missing his shoe.

So he's a bit miserable as he stares out the bay window. Perhaps that's why Cole appears, so silently Steven doesn't even realize someone else is in the room.]

[forcemageure]

[ Congratulations, Cole! You have found the Blue Fish's kitchen, and it is time for the two cats who now own Hawke to eat. Whatever it is cats eat in space. Fishy protein cubes?

Anyway, that's happening, but unfortunately it is a universal truth that animals and the Fade when combined basically create napalm*, so Alicia (buff colored, featuring a perfectly round head composed mostly of cheek fluff) rises about a foot off the ground and scampers away to wedge himself (yes) under a counter, pupils the size of nickels.

His counterpoint, however, engages in no such cowardly antics. Ankles are still ankles, no matter what they are attached to, and frankly any fingers will do for petting. Thus declares the Gospel of Slay, a scraggly black goblin of a cat with tilty green eyes and a head shaped more like a wedge of cheese than a circle. He winds up to Cole and demonstrates these opinions immediately, by bumping his face into whichever is the closest available shin, and sinking several front teeth into the closest available pantleg. It's not a violent action, it's just very, very clear about what it wants. ]

Ah. He'd like you to pet him. Or serve as his dark minion for all eternity, hard to say.

[ Contributes Hawke, terminally amused as always. He remembers Cole from Skyhold, although not well. Well enough to understand his unique circumstances, certainly, but that doesn't mean they ever exchanged more than 'Maker, that's a lot of knives' and 'O_O' as conversation. ]

* as do sela petrae and drakestone**
** no they don't

[killedwithlove]

[Cole is familiar with cats. Cats don't care if he's invisible or not, they play with his feet anyway. Most animals like Cole, possibly because he can communicate fairly well with them, but a cat is always a bit of an unknown element.

He looks down at the cat and then crouches down, offering his fingers for a sniff and then gentle rubbing. He inevitably knows where it feels best.]

You are very handsome, yes. I'll bring you a gift next time, I didn't know you were here.

[Then he looks at the human.] Hello, Hawke.

[serves]

Cole. What are you doing here?

[Hopefully not looking for him. Uldred marked you, but didn't make you. You stayed you. The center never changed, kept safe like a coin in your pocket. It's hard not to think of the words when he sees the boy, spirit, whatever he is, and he has to swallow hard.

He hates feeling so vulnerable like this.]

[killedwithlove]

Visiting.

I've gone to all the ships! But not The Tourist. Or The Three Twins.

[He draws back slightly.]

I'm not here to hurt you, Cullen. I promise.

[lord_wizard]

[He wasn't expecting any visitors today, but part of his hopes it's Crowley. The thought is sufficiently hopeful that he wanders over the to the shuttle bay without even the slight consideration that this might be some kind of hostile incursion.

Luckily for his lack of common sense, it isn't. It's someone he's hasn't ever seen before, in fact, though he doesn't at act as if this were unusual. He smiles at Cole, hiding the briefest glimmer of confusion behind the mask of a bright smile.]

I don't believe we've met. What brings you to the Starstruck?

[killedwithlove]

[Cole looks back at the shuttle and points at it.]

We haven't met.

The shuttle brought me.

[mysunnydisposition]

[ Steph doesn't notice him at first, as she steps into the kitchen and starts trying to find something to eat that's not totally gross. It's only when she turns around, a bowl of a sad approximation of ice cream in hand, that she spots some weird pale kid she's never met before, and it is really hard not to jump so hard she flings the ice cream. She controls the reaction, but it's a close thing. ]

Geez, make a little noise next time!

[killedwithlove]

[He just blinks and tilts his head.]

I did make noise. I walked in here.

[Clearly, this counts to him, even if his footsteps are near silent.]

shows up 15 minutes late with starbucks...

[invigorates]

[ lioriley left the medical bay for all of two seconds. in that two seconds, apparently, she has obtained a new visitor on the ship - a familiar one, at that. ]

Ah -- Hello, Cole. [ what? ]

mmm, I need a coffee...

[killedwithlove]

[Cole looks for a moment, blinks and then makes the connection.]

Lioriley. Hello. You glow in person too!