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

[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.

[sadsack]

[ That earns Cole a long, expressionless look. Eventually, Bariyan turns his head to one side and -- voice full of suspicion -- asks: ]

And who might that be?

[killedwithlove]

Cole. I'm Cole.

You have lots of scars, like Cullen. What do they feel like?

[sadsack]

Um....

[ Bariyan instinctively takes a step back, and raises a hand to said scars. ]

Like nothing, mostly.

[ He keeps his hand over his face and squints at Cole. How old is he? Bariyan's already starting to think of him as 'kid', but it's hard to tell, underneath the shadows of that hat.

Anyway, this line of questioning is already making Bariyan comfortable. He follows up before there's time for a response. ]

So you're new to this ship, then?

[killedwithlove]

Cullen's feels like a tug on his mouth when he speaks or smiles. Cassandra rubs the long one on her cheek when she's unsure about herself, though the feeling isn't in the scar.

[He's not alone in that wondering. Cole is probably somewhere between seventeen and twenty, though no one, especially Cole, actually knows how old he is.]

I'm visiting. I'm meant to stay on The Pathstone, but I can't meet everyone if I stay there.

[sadsack]

[ The stuff about Cullen and Cassandra is met with another long, blank stare. Who are these people? Bariyan wishes they were here, so that maybe they could explain something about Cole -- or distract long enough for Bariyan to not feel bad about slipping away.

But at the mention of 'visiting, Bariyan suddenly looks panicked. ]

Did The Pathstone dock? I didn't know. [ Are there more people on the ship now?! ]

[killedwithlove]

No. A shuttle brought me here.

It's all right, no one else is here. Just me.

[sadsack]

Oh. [ Bariyan's relieved enough by this that it doesn't strike him as odd that Cole even said that.

He rolls his shoulders as he looks off to the side. There's a porthole to their right, offering a view of space -- a great, black void, peppered with glints of distant stars and galaxies, silent and unfriendly. Bariyan had liked stargazing back when he'd been alive and anchored to a planet -- now the sight just unnerves him. Far more so than Cole's presence. ]

Sorry. I'm afraid this isn't the most exciting ship. There might not be much for you to do other than wait for the shuttle to come back 'round.

[killedwithlove]

I'm not here for it to be exciting. I'm here to meet people! And help them, if they need help.

[He looks at Bariyan, face mostly hidden by hat.]

I think you might need my help.

[sadsack]

[ If Bariyan could flush he'd be flushing now. Out of some mixture of embarrassment and irritation. Instead he just makes a face and squints at Cole. ]

That's a little forwards of you.

[killedwithlove]

Is it? Why is it forwards of me?