Rew System Mingle

[thespaceopera]

Who: You!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: The Rew System
When: Month of February



[ After a week of traveling and glitches, the Marsiva finally pulls into its newest destination. It seems they've wandered out of human space for now, and into a system dominated by the Co'kal. Luckily, there's still lots for people to do and see, when they aren't dealing with even more glitches, that is.

In other words, it's a mingle!

> Rew System Information ]

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Fenris | OTA

[wolfuncaged]

A: Security work

[As is his habit, Fenris spends quite some time working security jobs. Mercenary work is something he's used to, and it brings good enough coin. After being cooped up on the ship for so long, he welcomes the chance to stretch his legs and generally exercising his warrior capabilities.

Minor criminals and idiots trying to break into places they shouldn't aren't exactly the best opponents, but he'll take what he can. You may even catching him collaring an errant miscreant and dragging them away. Look, he hardly punched them or anything!]

B: Hallucinations

[Fenris hadn't been overly fond of the new planet, but he didn't hate it, either. It was just a place. Survivable. Nothing fancy. He decided he could get by for the time they were docked here for.

Or he did until he started to hear that voice again. The voice that mad his heart stop dead in his chest. Made his blood run cold and his stomach drop like a lead weight. He knew it was possible that Danarius would cheat death and come here- Felix had told him that was the case in Paradisa, after all. But a part of him never truly believed it would happen. Until today.

"Did you think you could run forever, my little wolf?" he purred in that awful, awful voice.]

No. You're dead.

[Fenris grits it out, with his usual ferocity, but his eyes; his stance, show something very different. Fear. A real, gut-wrenching fear. He backs away, before turning tails and running as fast and as far away as his feet can carry him. Probably right into you. ]

C: The Tourist

[Fenris spends the rest of his time on board the ship, for the most part. Someone who usually keeps to himself, the elf has taken to only staying in a room with someone else there. He does his utmost not to be alone. He knows Danarius isn't real. He knows this is some cruel Atroma trick, but it doesn't keep him from casting terrified glances around the room when the illusion of his former master returns to him- trying to coax him back, reminding Fenris that no matter how far he runs- he'll always belong to him.

Lack of sleep isn't anything new for the elf, but these days he looks exhausted. Worse, he looks genuinely scared and hunted. There's a constant edge to him, like an animal that's been cornered in a trap and is waiting for the final blow. He paces, and never settles. Sorry, Tourist crew, he's going to be a bundle of nerves until they get the hell away from this planet. Enjoy that.]

B

[bryces_pup]

[Yes, this seemingly innocuous planet comes with some pretty awful side effects. Riona's seen her share of ghosts the past few days, and it's left her on edge and uneasy. It may not be the fault of the planet itself, but it doesn't lend to fond memories of the place.

Riona's mood very quickly vanishes, however, when she sees Fenris booking it. Eyes wide in worry - because what in heaven would make Fenris run like that? - she hurries over in his direction.]

Fenris!

[She runs up to him, hand on her sword, ready to face whatever has him fleeing.]

What is it? You look...

[Terrified. Absolutely terrified.]

[wolfuncaged]

[Lyrium flashes into life at the sound of his name, as he turns, terrified, but ready for a fight. A cornered animal. Wild eyes look past her, somewhere beyond her shoulder.

He's gone. Danarius isn't there. Breathing heavily, his lyrium fades. He doesn't understand. The man was there. It takes him a moment to collect himself, to finally focus on her. ]

I- He was there.

[bryces_pup]

[Riona looks to where he was looking, trying to find some clue as to who he was running from.]

Who was there? What did you see?

[wolfuncaged]

Danarius.

[Fenris takes in a few wracked breaths, running a hand through his hair. The panic in his eyes is turning into confusion, but the fear is absolutely still there. ]

He was there. I- I don't understand.

C

[stabsbothways]

[ Isabela is perched on top of a dresser in Fenris' bedroom as he pouts or freaks out or whatever it is he's doing exactly.

...that sounds harsh, but she does care. Just. It was kind of unattractive.

She's keeping herself occupied looking through his stuff. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[If Isabela wasn't there, he wouldn't be in his room at all. In fact, he looks like he'd rather be anywhere BUT this small, enclosed space. He doesn't even seem all that bothered that she's rifling through his personal possessions. He's far too busy pacing a hole in the floor, muttering in Tevene to himself.

He's like, the worst company right now. Not sexy at all. ]

[stabsbothways]

[ Coming from a world without printing presses, Isabela is a little impressed to find a collection of books that Fenris apparently owns. More valuable than their weight in gold.

And then she has to laugh when she sees the cover. Literacy wasn't generally a trait of pirates, but then most of them weren't ex-merchants wives who got private tutors. Of course, considering her augment was what was letting her read this language, maybe it wouldn't have mattered either way. ]

Fenris.

Why do you have a treasure hoard of books about topless men?

[ There were so many. She starts flipping through to read some. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris blinks out of his half-focused staring contest with the wall to turn to look at her.

Oh sweet Maker she found them. He looks momentarily embarrassed, before clearing his throat and shrugging. ]

Atroma sent them me in a sponsor drop. To help with my reading.

[But hey, at least she got him out of his panic-spiral for a while. Go Izzy! ]

C (Before Kirk's own hallucinations set in, and pheromone active)

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Fenris seeking - no, needing - company is worrisome all on its own. He's never seen the other like this, and to be honest it leaves him a touch bewildered. Kirk cannot be on the Tourist all the time, but when he is, he does his best to be with Fenris and help him through whatever was haunting him.

Tonight he came equipped with coffee and new books he'd picked up on the planet. Story books that he were assured were either humorous or romantic as Kirk had taken to thinking Fenris liked that sort based on what he had seen him reading. ]</sub>

Thank goodness for universal translators, right?

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris couldn't even manage a token laugh for Kirk. It took him a few moments to even respond at all. He'd been staring at something across the room, his muscles tense, ready to run. He turned his head, finally, to look at Kirk.

Something was different about him. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it did at least push through the fog of the not-real to bring him back to reality. For a short while. ]

I...sorry? I missed that.

[universal_charm]

_{[ Kirk is quiet, waiting, not wanting to pull Fenris from whatever he saw to quickly lest the other lash out. Not that he thought Fenris would purposefully hurt him, but Fenris was deadly, and he suspected even more so when on edge. Patience. When Fenris did acknowledge him he raised the novels and waved them, their gaudy colors jarring in the room's dim lighting. ]}

I bought some new books. With universal translators, we can read them. I thought it was about time you got some new ones for your collection, add a bit more variety.

[wolfuncaged]

[Kirk is wise to be cautious. Danarius named him a wolf for good reason. He's liable to snap when pressed too far, and his powers are not the sort you want turned on you.

Still, Kirk feels safer than usual today. He always feels safe, but Fenris finds he wants to be closer than usual. He moves a little nearer. He doesn't really smile, he can't manage it, but he looks curious at least.]

You...got me a gift. I- thank you.

c

[ofkirkwall]

[ Lack of sleep isn't new for either of them, sometimes for more pleasurable reasons, but mostly for reasons such as this. Considering all they had been through individually and all they had been through together, it is of little surprise that sleep sometimes was difficult to achieve.

A problem that has gotten worse the past few days, she's noticed, having watched her elf companion go from his normal sort of edgy to... this. It reminds her a little too much of Kirkwall, of the way he reacted when he had heard of Hadriana's arrival, of that day in the Hanged Man where they pained the floors with a fresh coat of blood. Frankly she doesn't like it; the way he's acting and the memories that flit across her head.

It's all she can do to stay close by, ensure he has some form of company, never mentioning that it serves her just as well. Marian Hawke doesn't complain about her own issues, about the ghosts that have taken to haunting her, for she doesn't think it important enough. Nothing new, really, only her dreams taken to tormenting her while she is awake instead of asleep. Much easier to focus on something else, on someone else, and that person just happens to be her boyfriend. ]

Want to hear something funny? [ She doesn't wait for an answer, continuing as though he said 'Yes Marian, I certainly do want to hear something funny'. ] I thought a saw a giant spider today and tried to kick it, instead I kicked a wall and almost broke my foot. Stupid, huh?

[ Someone give her a medal for at least trying. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[ He welcomes her being there, he genuinely does. She's like a piece of driftwood to cling to, to save himself from drowning. He doesn't relax around her, oh no, but she's about the closest person he gets to doing so around. The edge around him is still very much there, but slightly dulled at least.

He doesn't laugh at her shitty joke this time. It's hard to tell if he even heard it. He's too busy listening to everything else around them. Like he's waiting for a trap to be sprung at any moment. He realises she's spoken, though, and looks down at his hands, folding them together, trying to maintain calm again. ]

I do not recommend kicking walls.

[He tried, but it falls flat. There's no soft, quiet humour to his tone. But he tried. ]

[ofkirkwall]

I can see why, it really hurt.

[ At least an attempt was made, she thinks, it is better than none at all. Her lips curve slightly in a half-hearted smile before it falls, brow furrowing slightly. If she knew the cause... Hawke exhales, tired, and approaches him carefully, taking his hands in hers. ]

Hey, try to focus on me. Who knows it might help, and I am wonderful sight to focus on.

[ The humor doesn't quite fall the way she wants it too, her tone wavering ever so slightly. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[He feels her hands take his and for a second, he almost pulls away. The old fear is back, of being touched, of being caught. But he knows she doesn't want to trap him, or hurt him. She's not Danarius, nor would she ever be.

His hands grip, a little tighter than they normally would. He forces himself to turn his eyes to hers. To ignore those old whispers that he shouldn't make eye contact, that he should keep his head bowed, that he wasn't worthy. He takes a few breaths, focusing on her. Just her. ]

I want it to stop.

[There's no sharpness to his voice. He just sounds scared. There's a wall of defence that Marian gets to see behind and right now, he's frightened. He wants it all to go away. ]

C

[passingthrough]

[For as often as Kitty is on the Tourist she can go long periods of time without seeing Fenris, so she's a little surprised when she's in the kitchen wearing shorts and a t-shirt—her walking around pajamas—and she sees Fenris.]

Hey. I didn't think I'd... [Her friendly greeting cuts off when she notices his manner. It doesn't seem like him.] What's wrong?

[wolfuncaged]

[He glances up at the sound of her voice, as if he wasn't expecting it, or perhaps...expecting something worse. He glances over his shoulder, furtive, before closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. It's fine. It's Kitty. He's not here, he's not real. It's fine. ]

Sorry.

[He doesn't know why he apologies. It's just coming out, the old tics, not looking people in the eye. HE brought that out. Fenris thought he'd outgrown (or outrun) them a long time ago. He rubs the back of his neck, the augment is there. The augment is doing this. ]

It's- been a difficult few days.

[passingthrough]

[She watches him, taking in his movements, and looking concerned.] Glitches? [She knows they've been going around.] Want me to make you some tea or something?

[wolfuncaged]

Glitches. I have been...seeing things.

[Not things. Just one thing. Person. He exhales, attempts a smile and fails miserably at it. ]

That would be very kind of you...thank you.

C

[winn]

[ it's impossible not to notice things going crazy on the fleet. the change in fenris, however, is so far the most worrying thing he's encountered, and for winn, it's also impossible not to try to help. he doesn't know how, but when he passes his friend in the hall, he just goes with his instincts. ]

Hey, I got two last portions of coco powder left over, you in?

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris is endlessly glad for the crew on the Tourist. He's not sure he would have survived this at all, if it weren't for them. He glances over at the sound of Winn's voice. He look tired, and there's an edgy fear to his eyes. He tries to smile for his friend, at least, but fails miserably. ]

...Yes. That would be great, actually.

[winn]

[ there are plenty of things that winn knows nothing about, but fear? that he's very intimately familiar with. he pats fenris' shoulder, giving it a little squeeze, and leads him to the kitchen. ]

You want something to eat with that? [ as he gets making their drinks. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[He startles a little at the shoulder pat, but quickly recovers. He doesn't want Winn to think the attention is unwanted, he's just- not quite himself. He raises his hand and manages a weak smile. ]

No, I don't think I could eat even if I wanted to. The drink is good enough, thank you.