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?]

Comments

[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?