Four Men and a Little Lady???

[got_it_memorized]

Who: The crew of the Tourist and potential visitors
Broadcast: probably not
Action: on the Tourist!
When: The week of April 12-18

[So the Tourist finally gets a female crew member! Hurray for representation! Or something. This is going to make quarters kind of awkward, but at least they have shields now, right?]

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VISITING

[diomedea]

[And here comes River, in the corridors. She finally settles down in the cargo hold.

She smiles.]

They are very loud here. Sometimes it's sweet and sometimes it hurts. And...

[She stops, and she turns, like the heard something.]

Sparrows with wings clipped, tongues cut out.

[got_it_memorized]

[People have been in and out of the ship a lot while it's been docked at the way station, and it's been hard to keep track of who's coming and going. When he sees someone in the cargo hold, he thinks for a moment it's Sokka, or maybe Robin, stopping by to check on the machinery in Engineering. He pauses when he realizes it's not them, but he recognizes her and cants his head a little, giving a casual wave. What's that about sparrows? He's pretty sure there's no birds in space.]

Hey, kiddo. River, right? You looking for somebody?

[diomedea]

[She crouches down, sinking against the floor.]

She hears a thread of an ache, there's so much blood. The flowers are rotting in the vases. There's sweet but also fire and it all tangles together.

[got_it_memorized]

[Oh, she's doing the thing again, the thing where she talks in riddles. Axel finds it kind of fascinating, to be honest--her words are like puzzle pieces: he just has to figure out how they fit together.]

Blood, huh? [He's really not sure what she's talking about; nobody got hurt badly enough in the attack for there to be much blood. Is she reading his head again? He's not sure when he's even thought about much blood, for that matter. Fire, though, that's a constant in his life.] Fire's always with me, tangled or otherwise; we're a package deal.

[diomedea]

It's a flame, it's hot, it's warm, it bites and burns and like a torch- you shove it at them, you push them back.

[It's easier to focus on one person than everyone else in this ship.]

[got_it_memorized]

[He frowns a little. It's strange, for someone to just call him out like this, but where he thought he might be angry or indignant, he's just a little abashed.]

I guess I do. [He's spent over a decade being an assassin, carrying out those icky orders nobody else wanted to do... can you blame him for keeping his distance? Friends were a liability. He rubs the crown of his head.] I've been getting better about it, though. It's a lonely way to live, and I never really liked it.

[diomedea]

Rearrange the threads, tie back to your planet. Why are there thirteen moons?

[And then she thinks softly.]

Why the qi?

[Pronounced a lot like "key"]

[got_it_memorized]

[His planet? Does she mean Lea? Or... no, the thirteen moons must be in reference to the Organization, and that was all Axel. He gives a soft laugh through his nose.]

Why, indeed? I've been askin' myself that a lot, lately. Starting to think exploring those moons wasn't a very good idea at all.

[But it had seemed like such a good idea at the time. --Right, he was gonna work on... not thinking about the Organization around River. It's something he doesn't really like to think about anyway--all the betrayals, the lies, the unanswered questions... Dammit, he's not doing a very good job of not thinking about it, is he?

[He gives a start then.]

Key? [He scratches his head.] Mine? Or someone else's? Apparently there's a lot of keys. [Riku's got one, Sora's got one, even Kairi apparently has one. He's still not sure he believes Riku when he says he gets one of his own.] I'm not sure I deserve one, but... I guess, in the end, you don't get to decide what you deserve, do ya?

[wolfuncaged]

[Yeah, Fenris is just going to...casually shuffle past the obviously crazy person who's invaded their ship. Axel can deal with this bullshit, he's got the rank for it. ]

[diomedea]

[She turns.]

You asked for it. She did, too. She asked them to please make her More. Please tell her how to use her mind.

[She's walking after him like she's following the trail of something important, but her voice cracks a little.]

She didn't read the fine print, either. And now it's the same, it resonates and the ache is there and there's blood.

[wolfuncaged]

[He quickens his pace, trying to put distance between himself and her. ]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[A little part of him does, but he pushes it down as far as he can. The lyrium flickers, for just a moment, reacting to the panic bubbling under the surface. ]

[diomedea]

Killed the keeper, there was blood but it was good. It was good.

[The lyrium hurts, though, it's like static in her head. She presses a hand to the side of her head.]

You're one of the moons. I saw the planet Hawke. Your thread ties back to him, but it's not red.

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris turns to glare at her over his shoulder. ]

Solas has left the ship, I suggest you go follow him again. He seems to be collecting demons.

Leave me be. That is your only warning.

[diomedea]

Not a demon, she's a girl. They made her into a weapon, she can't stop it. Would that she could.

[She sounds Very Sad.]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris is struggling with this one. He knows what it is, to be made a weapon, and she's certainly more... MORE than Cole is. His shoulders tense.]

How? Is it magic?

[innercactus]

... Sparrows have tongues?

[ He heard a voice in here, so he peeks in, holding a bruised plant. ]

[diomedea]

It's the rotting flowers, hello.

[innercactus]

[ He looks at the plant in his hands for a moment, turning it this way and that. ]

They're not rotting though. [ But more importantly! ]

Hello!

[diomedea]

Life from the loam. You're compost.

[She smiles a little.]

[innercactus]

I make compost.

[ Agreeing... sort of. He swings a foot, making his clothes rustle like leaves. ]

[diomedea]

[She sighs a little.]

Chlorophyll catches, she means. Death.

[justamobster]

You lost?

[ Ladon's not really sure what to make of the girl in their cargo hold. He's sure he heard her saying something, but hell if he could understand any of it. It's probably just his hearing. ]

Or... here t'visit Axel? He's pretty popular 'round here, I guess.

[diomedea]

Hello.

[She sits down on the floor and looks over at him.]

What a skin you have there.

[justamobster]

[ Well that's not creepy at all. Ladon subconsciously rubs the back of one hand as he processes that. ] I, er. Thanks? I think?

[ How in the world do you respond to that? ]

[diomedea]

Lizards shed their skin but you wear yours so tight.

[She smiles a bit.]