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

[justamobster]

Yeah... Guess m'just paranoid, or protective. [ Shrug. ] Or both.

[ Ladon's already spotted her, working in the engine room. She looks like Violette might when she gets older. ] No one in particular here's made me worried but... Y'just never know with folks, yeah? And new ones showin' up all the time. And all the other ships comin' in and outta here.

[got_it_memorized]

[He chuckles softly.]

One does not preclude the other. But yeah, I get ya. Anybody from any ship could come over here at any time, and that's a little unsettling. Hard enough to sleep with four other people in the room, I don't like the thought of just anybody dropping by in the middle of the night. I'll sleep a lot easier when I've got my own door I can lock.

[justamobster]

Was gonna ask where you'd be sleepin'. Got a bed with "captain" on it, ain't seen you anywhere near it, yeah?

[got_it_memorized]

[He laughs softly.]

I sleep there, just... not often or for very long. [He moves to sit down on the edge of the bed, as if to prove that he has a stable relationship with it.] I'm afraid I can't say I've gotten 'a good night's sleep' for a long time--I keep strange hours.

[As in two or three at a time, over the course of the day. It's probably not very healthy, but being in the Organization meant it was more dangerous to be vulnerable for eight hours at a time.]

[justamobster]

[ As Axel heads into the room, Ladon drifts over to his bed. It's neatly made, with tucked and folded sheets, but he still manages to fuss over it a bit, ever the perfectionist. ] Yeah, well. Not havin' a sun up or sun down don't really help, I guess. Station had some sorta simulated day-night cycle goin', but don't really work with what we got goin' here.

[ Sometimes it was easy to forget he was on a space station, what with the size of Sacrosanct and its convincing artificial nature. Here, there's no escaping it. He sits in the pilot seat and stares out at space, and space stares right back. ]