Open Action: Fleet Wide

[killedwithlove]

Who: Cole and EVERYONE
Broadcast: No
Action: EVERY ship in the Fleet, bar Marsiva, Three Twins and Tourist (Though you can easily find him on another ship if you're from one of those)
When: First week of the month?

[This is a thing Cole does.

He travels the Fleet a lot, from ship to ship, meeting people, talking to people, hanging out. He sees people he knows and meets new ones, or ones he just didn't encounter before

He wants to help everyone. Which means meeting them first. Or finding them. Doing that might involve poking through the ships, even if he really shouldn't. Or going through personal belongings. Sorry about that. He's curious.

And armed. It is worth mentioning he's got a pair of wickedly sharp fighting knives on his back. Sorry about that as well.]

Comments

ss starstruck;

[mysterzie]

[ This isn't what Aaron wants to see when he comes back into his room. This whole ship is too small in general and when they've left the waystations, his options are vastly more limited. Now that they've gotten themselves rooms, however, at least he has some form of space.

Then there's this asshole. Down in his little cubby of a room where there's nary a trinket, only a pile of clothes on a small shelf in the corner. ]

What the fuck are you doing here?

[killedwithlove]

Visiting.

[Let it never be said Cole gives helpful answers.]

You. And Emily, if you want to let her out. But it's okay if you don't.

ss golden

[coppermarigolds]

[Aveline is... not nearly as well-armed as she would like to be (i.e. not at all, because this is something that is woefully neglected in her opinion), but coming across an unfamiliar person in a corner of the ship is... alarming. And the knives are worrying, oh yes.]

What are you doing here?

[A demand, with narrowed eyes. Hi.]

[killedwithlove]

[He's petting the wall. Which makes sense if you know he's checking on the ship itself.]

Hello... oh! You're Varric's guard captain! You're Aveline.

bishop;

[arcanepower]

That's an awful hat.

[Have an elfy orphan, Cole. He's barely looking up from his book: a very thorough encyclopedia of foreign magical terms.]

Are you a friend of Hiro's? [Everyone is a friend of Hiro, he's pretty sure.]

[killedwithlove]

[Well done, you have possibly been the only person to make an immediately not positive reaction from Cole.]

I like my hat.

[Which he emphasises by pulling it onto his head more firmly.]

No? I don't think I know a Hiro.

ss vanquish

[thebarkside]

-- oh, jeez. Those look dangerous.

[ but jade's voice is certainly cheerful enough as she comments on the knives on his back. she's going through things, too - sort of just digging through the cabinets, really, kind of inspecting what the kitchen has to offer. not that she's particularly hungry at the moment, but she's brand new here, and it's best to familiarize yourself with your surroundings, right?

there's nothing really strange or unique about her, save for the fluffy white dog ears atop hr head. otherwise, she just seems pretty curious herself. ]

[killedwithlove]

My knives?

They are dangerous. That's what knives are for.

[He looks at her for a moment and realises he doesn't know her species.]

You're the size of a human. Most humans don't have fluffy ears. Is it nice to be scratched behind them?

ss windrose

[grabthecheese]

[It's a bit surprising to see the door to the sleeping quarters open during the day. Considering the size of the room, none of them really spend any time there unless they have to, and-- Actually, she's pretty sure she knows where everyone on her crew is at the moment.

Which is why Polly is already on her guard when she goes to investigate, which isn't helped by someone she doesn't know going through one of the lockers.]

That isn't yours.

[It's just Ray's winter clothes, but she's pretty sure he wouldn't appreciate anyone going through them.]

Who are you?

[killedwithlove]

[He's mostly looking for something, but he's not sure it's here. It isn't telling him exactly where it is, which is frustrating.

And that frustration makes it harder to hear. Being sort of mortal can be very difficult some days.]

No. Of course it isn't. I don't live on this ship.

I'm Cole.

Polly Oliver dressed in her brother's clothes to find her lost love, but you dressed to find your brother.

ss Heron

[thewhitepawn]

[He wasn't expecting to find someone there when returning to his quarters. There are two sharp knives strapped to his back and for a moment the prince feels a stab of fear before tamping it down. Self-defense, perhaps. He's been known to carry a bow or a mace. Still, he calls on the Light to place himself in a temporary, faintly-shimmering bubble before calling out to Cole.]

Can I help you? This is my room, but if you needed something perhaps I could help.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole straightens, turns and holds up his hands, showing he's making no attempt to go for his knives.]

I'm not going to try and attack you. Are you a mage? Is that a barrier? I don't need help, but I can help you if you do.

ss huntress

[serves]

[He's about ready to turn in, climbing down the ladder to his room (going down a ladder instead of up is a nice change), when he spots Cole. To his credit, his heart only skips one beat before steadying.]

Cole.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole steps back a little and looks at his hands, trying to pay attention to them instead.]

Hello, Commander.

You're hurting less. That's good.

[He probably means the lyrium withdrawal. Probably.]

[dancingmd]

[Beverly is in the Recreation Room of the Blue Fish, doing what appears to be some sort of yoga or tai chi, except that the movements are much more aggressive than either. This is the Klingon martial art of mok'bara and she is using it as a meditation technique. It's actually working quite well, though not so well that she doesn't notice Cole's sudden arrival. Dropping her hands and the leg that was about to perform a kick, she eyes his knives warily. He doesn't seem hostile but her tone is still cautious when she speaks.]

Hello? Is there something I can help you with?

[killedwithlove]

[He wanted to watch her, but being invisible and watching was apparently not the right thing to do and when people saw him, they stopped.]

No. But that was interesting.

SS Wonderduck

[princessia]

[ Elize is in her personnel room, which looks almost exactly the same when it was first given to her. The door is open, but she doesn't immediately notice someone one there. The tiny girl is standing on a chair, hanging up a cheap piece of artwork with pink flowers on the wall. A little gift from Shirley to make her room just a little more colorful.

She steps down from the chair, turning around, and jumping up in surprise. ]

Cole? [ Though, that startled look quickly turns into a smile. ] Cole! Hello.

[killedwithlove]

[He watches for a moment. He was finally told that one of the rooms on the Pathstone was his and it looks the same. Including the single piece of art on the wall.

His is a charcoal sketch of himself and Jove by Solas.]

Hello, Elly.

[invigorates]

[ lioriley is severely lacking in personal belongings for cole to go through; but she has recently acquired a decent stack of books that she's borrowing from the library on the bishop. they're piled up in the medbay, where she spends the majority of her time, and consist of magical tomes, histories of worlds she's never even heard of, fairytales and ... romance novels. lots of them.

right now she's reading Knight of Pleasure because she is predictable. and she only tears her gaze from the pages of the book when she hears someone enter the room. ]

Cole! [ oh, she likes visitors! ] How are you?

[killedwithlove]

[Books has his interest. Not because he reads, or likes them, but because other people he knows like them.]

Hello, Lioriley.

You have a lot of books here.

hope a super late tag is ok!!

[poetontheinside]

[He's humming when he walks into their sleeping quarters-- he did some good work on the bay, there's no more funny sounds when Polly tries to maneuver the ship, and he's feeling good. He's wiping his hands on a rag, occasionally letting out a sharp whistle, until he looks up to see Cole poking through their lockers.

At this point, he'd like to say that he remained calm and collected, remembered his training, and questioned the perp. That is not what happens. What happens is that he lets out a startled yell, drops the rag and knocks his arm into the door.]

Who the hell're you!

One day later is hardly super late. I wouldn't call it late at all.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole is still trying to work out what the ache is, aggravating, angry? He doesn't know. It's an echo.

He feels someone coming and doesn't think much about it. Not until the yelling makes him look up.]

Cole.

ss golden; another late tag whoops :V;

[recopy]

[He'd helped Anders with upgrading the ship to a nicer set of bunks, a week or so ago...but it's a little ironic, because Megaman never uses the bunks when the rough equivalent of nighttime rolls around. He has trouble laying down in a comfortable way anyhow, with the parts of his frame uniform that he can't take off--but besides that, the prolonged darkness that everyone else needs to sleep still bothers him a bit too much. The Net never goes completely dark like that, not unless there's something very wrong, and it--still takes a bit of getting used to.

So he retires to his little officer room instead, when everybody else settles for the night--he can keep the door half-shut and the room's lights on, and this way he doesn't bother anyone. But even then, sleep still doesn't come very easily half the time--too much to think about and worry about, this far away from home--and tonight is shaping up to be another one of those nights. So, tired but somehow still antsy all at once, he pushes the door properly open at some point and starts out into the hall--

--Only to end up walking right into somebody else, a raggedy shape looming up in the dark.]

Whoa! [He recoils, almost tripping backwards into the office again, right hand half-upraised like he's going to do something with it. But then he realizes there's a face here, albeit wearing a large and floppy hat that looked a lot more alarming in the shadows than it...actually does now. Arm lowering a bit:] Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't--didn't see you there! Um...do you need something? [This late at night???]

[killedwithlove]

[Cole was just looking about, having an investigate and listening to Aveline and Anders and dimly listening to the others.

He slips out of the way, ducking back a bit more and murmuring.]

I'm sorry. I didn't-

I can't... you're distant. Quiet.

ss blue fish

[moonbeams]

[Getting used to cramped spaces is hard, and by this point Usagi has her fair share of bumps and bruises. At the very least, she doesn't really let it slow her down or lower her spirits. She has found that without much to do, she's gotten very bored.

When she spots Cole though, despite her earlier worries about him and what he just -knew- about her, she's happy to see him again.]

Cole~! [She waves, then hurries over, only to catch her foot on something loose on the floor. Her eyes go wide as she stumbles, unable to catch herself. What she does manage to do though, is at least aim herself so she doesn't stumble straight into Cole -- conciously remembering that he doesn't like to touch people.

This only means she lands on her face, arms splayed out in front of her. Ow.]

[[ ooc: if this is too late and or you are too overwhelmed just let me know! :) ]]

[killedwithlove]

[Cole smiles as he sees her, just a tiny quirk of the lips that you might blink and miss.

And then she trips and Cole moves fast. She moves to try and not touch him and he moves to deliberately try and catch her, uncaring about touch and more interested in stopping her going face first into the floor.]

Are you okay?!

ss bloodsport

[viran]

[Mahna does his best to search for Cole, but without the guide of a proper manifest of all the ships in the fleet, he struggles to make headway. That is until Cole finds him. As soon as Mahna feels the presence of another behind him, he turns. Relief washes through him the instant he recognizes the wide-brimmed hat and the shadowed eyes beneath.]

Cole!

[killedwithlove]

[The Bloodsport now has a lot of people that Cole likes to visit on it. He might be here more often than anywhere else.

Might.

He takes a moment in the shadows, feeling and learning, picking out things about this elf he's never met, but who knows him well. He's a bit like Jove, like Jove was a bit like Nadezhda.]

Hello. You're an Inquisitor. I'm not the Cole you knew, I'm sorry, but everyone else thinks I'm much like their Cole was and treat me just the same.

[stayinthecar]

[ Are you part of my crew? I don't actually know anyone, and you're poking in the kitchen so... maybe? ]

Hello.

[killedwithlove]

Hello.

[Cole straightens and look straight ahead... which tends to keep his face in shadows from his VERY OVER SIZED hat.]

You're not mortal. Not... like most people.