ladybro: (➵ what good is my life?)
[personal profile] ladybro
Who: Kate Bishop and YOU.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Aboard the Blameless, as well as in Málum aboard the Iskaulit.
When: Today.

So I know I'm not the only one here who can boast both some experience and frustration with alternate worlds, dimensions, timelines, so on and futzing so forth. [ kate hits the network like she hits the ground: running. no hello, no hi, no how-do-you-do. ]

But, uh, I figured it might be good to gather some intel from people outside my little social circle. Personally, I've counted no fewer than six different versions of home. Including mine, but not including any other generally Earth-based worlds. I'm talking we had mutual acquaintances in common, but details were...different. Shout out to anyone who can identify me a seventh. It's like Pokemon at this point: gotta learn'em all.

What about the rest of you? Are other worlds a thing where you're from? A fact of life? Or are they pretty much the stuff of sci-fi -- culty, but soon to be a blockbuster reboot on a big screen near you?

Hawkeye, out.

[ -- and with that, she kicks back and waits to discuss the existential can-o-worms she just opened. part of it is almost masochistic, because she knows how little she doesn't want to learn about yet another world where the avengers exist, but she doesn't.

to take her mind off things, kate heads for her shift at málum over on the iskaulit. but something', tonight. usually a paragon of coordination and balance, she's been breaking a lot of glasses tonight. futz, that's gonna come out of her pay. it puts her in a foul mood, so patrons can expect a bit of petulant surliness with their drinks. ]
sylphystia: (♢ narrow streets of cobblestone)
[personal profile] sylphystia
Who: Everyone's welcome!
Broadcast: No
Action: Málum, Crowley's bar on the Iskaulit
When: The latter half of March, until they leave the system.

[Though there are 'dry bars' down on the water planet, Crowley's bar is still open. Even the apocalypse couldn't close this thing. Whether you're angsting over something you got from home or you just DON'T TRUST THE OCEAN, there is a leather seat at Málum waiting for you.]
apurrstate: (With Varric)
[personal profile] apurrstate
Who: The Twin Rose crew and any visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: On the Twin Roses
When: Whenever

[The first fused mingle! Now it's a bigger party.]
bryces_pup: (201)
[personal profile] bryces_pup
Who: Riona fresh off her canon update, and you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Blue Fish, if desired
When: Forward dated to the morning of 3/13

Pre-broadcast… )

[Once she settles on her choice of words, she flicks on her device. She sticks with voice for now, not wanting to startle anyone unnecessarily.]

It seems that I’m awake.

[To those very familiar with her, they may notice a certain rougher quality to her voice, a sort of coarseness that wasn’t there before.]

Yes, yes, we all know the questions that come next: what did I miss? Has anything changed? And of course, how long have I been out? [A pause. Her tone deadpans.] I remember this place. The natives thought sudden introduction to their water to be the best way of acclimating us to their home. [Assholes.] So, it couldn’t have been for too long.

[There’s a sound, almost like a laugh.] How this place makes a mockery of time…

[Time. It’s not a luxury she has back home. Here, though, she has it in spades. It almost disconcerts her. It feels sort of wrong, that’s how unused to it she is now.]

If you so wish to see me in person, I’m on the bridge on the Blue Fish. Be mindful if you do, though. [A wry, humorless smile stretches across her face, and it’s evident in her tone.] It’s been awhile.

[And with that warning, she shuts the feed off there.]
stabsbothways: (Default)
[personal profile] stabsbothways
Who: Isabela Summer and YOU
Broadcast: None
Action: Water planet shenanigans! Starters below
When: As long as the fleet is above Mafik.

Read more... )
thespaceopera: (drifting)
[personal profile] thespaceopera
Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: Anywhere on Mafik
When: The month of March

[Welcome to Mafik, the water world! Hope you brought your best swimming gear and don't have a paralyzing fear of water, because that's all that's here! So get out those wet suits and enjoy life under the sea!

In other words, it's a mingle! ]

> System Information
tallasaking: (I am going to fucking cut you)
[personal profile] tallasaking
[Does Tyrion look angry? Oh good. Because he is. He is unbelievably angry and that radiates from his small frame like an aura. Try closer to furious, ready to do bodily harm to others. It perhaps does not help that he has surrounded himself by his many, many weapons and looks like he will go to any ship and use them.

His tone is terse.]

I would like to welcome to the Fleet my brother and sister, Jaime and Cersei Lannister. They are out there, somewhere, amongst us all. For those of you who are close to me -- you know who these people are. To those from Westeros, here is your warning. For my brother and sister ...

[The smile on his face would have done Tywin Lannister proud.]

If you think about crossing me - if you think about going after any of my real family here, I will first verbally destroy you. If you cross me again ...

[He gestured to everything around him.]

Now now, sweet siblings. I know your tricks. I know all your dirty little secrets. I know everything, where every literal and figurative body is buried. So simply ... do not. If you feel the need to confront me - I have at least half a dozen friends who will gladly assist me in shoving you out through an airlock.

[His lips curve into a snarl.]

Which I might just do anyways.

[And he jams his finger down, ending the feed.]
thespaceopera: (transmission)
[personal profile] thespaceopera
[Filtered Message to the Blameless, Bloodsport, Blue Fish, Heron, Paisley, Red Fish, Starstruck, Twin Roses, Vanquish]

[After a month of waiting and glitches, the ships who turned on the bugging devices may have begun to feel it was a waste of time. But patience truly is a virtue, and a couple days before the fleet leaves the Rew system, a message from that unknown frequency is sent:]

This is the Interceptor Fleet, Drift Fleet 12. We’ve received your message.

Atroma’s surely trying to crack this encryption, so we’ll keep it short. We’re not your enemy. Our enemy is Atroma.

We’ll be in contact again, but it might be awhile. We’re still making repairs from that last fight. Sam can tell you how fast some of our crew work. So for now, keep those devices off. Only turn them on if you got a message to send. We don’t want to give Atroma time to hack into this feed and it should stop the glitches you’ve been getting.

Bloodsport, we got your attachment. We got a few ideas of what it could mean, but we’ll have to get back to you on that.

Paisley, thanks for the emoticons. Some crew were delighted and have been using them non-stop. Some of us, less so.

You’ll hear from us again. I promise.

Keelah se'lai.

[The message ends. There are no further messages, and no replies.]

[ooc: This message is filtered to those who turned on the devices, but crews are strongly encouraged to spread the message to other ships! Also feel free to use this post as a reaction/mingle/whatever you'd like.

Characters can also send messages back! There will be more about this in the OOC comm in a couple days.]
thespaceopera: (drifting)
[personal profile] thespaceopera
Suddenly, the SS Three Twins and the SS Windrose begin to move on their own... slowly, calmly, they drift to into the same direction, away from the other ships of the fleet. Slowly, they move until they side by side.

Over the two ships' intercom, an old song begins to play. And that is all the warning there is before the engines engage -- full speed ahead.

Like a pair of rockets, the ships torpedo forward. As they move, they start circling around each other, like a synchronized dance. They move with incredible grace and skill, far more masterfully than the average pilot augment. Except, each time that they pass each other, they clearly get closer to one another.

And closer...

And closer...

No matter what buttons the crews press, no matter how much they might panic, nothing is going to stop the inevitable. On the final pass, it becomes clear there's not enough room between them to avoid a collision. Any impact alarms on the bridge are blaring at full blast. Any other ships watching will not have time to attempt any sort of interception.


As if to shield spectators' eyes from the horrors of ships colliding in space, there's a blinding light upon impact -- and once it gradually fades, the results can be clearly seen by all: There is no wreckage. Nothing is broken. But where there were once two ships... now there's only one.

One ship that is looks completely new, but yet is reminiscent of both the SS Three Twins and the SS Windrose.


On the bridge, the crews of the SS Three Twins and the SS Windrose arrive, along with the usual pop! of Atroma confetti and ridiculous jingle music upon a successful shuffle. Sitting in the captain's chair is a round cake, just large enough for everyone to have one slice. There's a single candle, and the following message scribbled on top in yellow icing:

"Congratulations - SS Twin Roses!
Happy Fusion!"

... What, did you think you were going to die? Sorry about that.
apurrstate: (Truly Happy)
[personal profile] apurrstate
Who: Anders (And a message from Adalwolfe)
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Three Twins, if you feel so inclined
When: Now

[A boy seems to have gotten his hands on a communicator. The way he holds it is a little awkward at first, the camera too close to his bright amber eyes, offering a clear view of the minefield of freckles splattered across his cheeks and nose.]

I don't think I'm doing this right...

[His voice is as light as his bright eyes and bright gold hair, but with that occasional crackle that betrays puberty is lying in wait for the pre-teen. A hand can very briefly be seen reaching for the device, but a nauseating burst of movement changes the view as a now-young Anders dances away from his would-be help.]

No, no! I can figure it out!

[The camera rights itself and a very brief flash of Adalwolfe Hawke can be caught in the background as the camera is finally righted, displaying the boy's big toothy grin as he seems to settle in to wait for the magical people who might be about to talk to him.]

So I just wait here, right? And there's people who can hear and see me and I can hear and see them?? Andraste! This is so neat!

[He's clearly very excited and eager to see what sort of magic this weird device has.

But the broadcast is briefly interrupted, unbeknownst to the original poster.]

--Filtered, hacked off of Anders' signal--

[Once Anders is finished, there’s static for a second while Adalwolfe hijacks the channel, making sure to lock Anders out of seeing this part of the message. He looks around surreptitiously before getting quite close to the camera, looking quite a bit more anxious than he did after the bandit attack.]

Alright, look, Aiden here is Anders, and I don’t mean from the Anderfels, I mean the healer Anders. Only he doesn’t know he’s a mage yet at this age and if any of you tell him he’s going to grow up to be one, I will personally come to your cabin when you’re asleep and freeze you solidly to your bunk.

[He starts to tick things off on his fingers.]

Other ground rules include not telling him basically anything about the more grisly parts of his future. Mentions of the Kinloch, the Broodmother, Justice, Kirkwall, or any of that are off limits. Though I guess you can say he’s going to be a Warden in a vague sort of way. He might like that part. Just leave out what it entails if you would.

[That part is aimed mostly at Riona because she’s probably the only person who that would come up with, being a Warden and Anders’ Commander, but it’s a good rule of thumb generally.]

Calling him Anders - because frankly it’s a bit rude to call him by nationality when he hasn’t adopted it as a name yet and he’s going to think you’re an ass. That one’s not really imperative, just a general warning.

[He puts up another finger.]

Mentioning that he has a panacea aura on because, as I said, he doesn’t know he’s a mage yet and frankly that is a panic reaction he doesn’t need to have after already having had to live that nightmare once.

[He very much doesn’t want to elaborate on that.]

If anyone breaks these ground rules, or if any harm comes to him when he’s vulnerable like this, there will be… consequences.

[Much worse than freezing people to bunks, he can assure you. He’s nowhere in the vicinity of fucking around.]

If you have any questions then contact me privately, but just know that in this case I am his keeper and I will keep him safe from harm and distress, make no mistake. You’ve all been warned.
thespaceopera: (drifting)
[personal profile] 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 ]
save_the_souls: (hdu)
[personal profile] save_the_souls
Who: Allen Walker
Broadcast: Text
Action: Iskaulit Gym
When: 2/6, late at night

[Well Allen's sure in a piss-poor mood tonight, if his late night texts have anything to say about it. Usually he's good at not letting departures get too under his skin. But losing a friend and someone from home in one go? Is a bit much.]

Kanda's gone. I'm sorry if you met him.

[Does that mean he's sorry that Kanda's gone from your life, or just a general apology for ever meeting the guy in the first place? Who knows.]

Also sorry to ask, but does anyone have anything that'd work on fixing tears on a punching bag?

[.......He a little got mad ok.]
wolfehawke: (happy surprise)
[personal profile] wolfehawke
Who: Adalwolfe Hawke and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes, Iskaulit or Three Twins
When: During drift week

[While the Fleet was mostly in dry dock at the last port and the Three Twins was getting an overhaul at the expense of basically the entirety of Wolfe's coin (and that of who knows how many other people), Adalwolfe started getting back into studying, tinkering with things, and just generally tried to move on from the whole ordeal. Sort of. He still holds a heavy curiosity over the assistant fleet that helped to chase off the bandits and tried to send a message to that frequency discovered while tinkering with the wire tap device.

The very next day finds him as a human whirlwind in the library on the Iskaulit. He's not a stranger to the place of course, far from in fact since he's been trying to learn on and off the things he felt his magical education was lacking in while growing up, but today he is a veritable force of nature. Anyone who walks in can find him practically buried under stacks upon stacks of books on every subject. Mostly magical but many mundane, including a guide to SQL coding and a large yellow and black tome titled Feng Shui for Dummies. And is that...? No there couldn't be porn in Felix's library, right?

Adalwolfe himself is speeding through the books at a breakneck pace, eyes working like a typewriter as he stamps the words into his brain. Of course, his time with each book doesn't last very long before he reaches for the next one that's maybe tangentially related but certainly another thing he wants to learn. He'll get back to the previous book later. He's done this upwards of 40 times now and books are scattered to open sections on a dizzying myriad of topics. Every so often he stops long enough to type things into his communicator, the result of which can be found on the network several hours later...]

Hey fleet!

[Adalwolfe looks entirely too bouncy for his 35 someodd years of age and the way he talks is with a much more rushed pace than normal, as if he can't get all his thoughts out fast enough.]

I've been doing a lot of reading here in the library and I wrote this thing about magic that I'll upload for you here in a sec or right now might be better so you know what I'm talking about so here--

[Lo' and behold, a document appears with a download link.]

--because you know everyone who does magic here does different magic unless they're form the same world and so it's really interesting to share it all and find out how its related and how it can be classified together because what's considered magic in some places isn't magic in others like enchantment back home isn't magic because Dwarves can do it and everyone knows Dwarves can't do magic because they're resistant to it but enchantment is magic in other places and I don't know why but I still think it's very interesting.

[Oh, there's the end of the sentence. Take a breath.]

If anyone has anything they want to add I'll be glad to add it to the thing so that it has as much information as possible and maybe it can help us all learn from each other or find out how different things work for different worlds though I really don't think anyone should be doing a couple of these like necromancy or blood magic because those require dead bodies that'll stink up the fleet or just really dumb decisions like talking to demons - and I mean Thedas demons, not demons like some of you here because all the demons and spirits I've met here in the Fleet are totally fine and I don't think they want to take over anyone's bodies or anything like that so basically no blood magic or anything but if we practiced somewhere safe then elemental magic and making potions to help the fleet could be a lot easier with more than two of you doing it, right?

[Another breath.]

I also think there's something going on with those devices we found awhile ago because I messed with it again and then this morning I just couldn't stop reading and writing things down like about magic but about other things too like coding and sewing and dragons and did you know the library has a distinct lack of dragon books? Felix we need more books about dragons because dragons are awesome and I really think lacking them is depriving the whole fleet.

[At least he's aware there's something weird going on with him, even if he keeps getting distracted by his own brain.]
collegedropout: (pic#9761314)
[personal profile] collegedropout
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Fleetwide
When: A catch all that can be any time after the big battle.

Just a catch-all for anyone that needs more space for aftermath -- everything's in disarray and nothing's gonna be fixed up overnight! This can take place as the fleet ships as people heal, make repairs, and try to keep each other's spirits up after a pretty gnarly raid. Put your augments and personal skillsets to good use to get us all working and moving forward. Some people included aftermaths on the original post and that's kosher, too!! Just a quick entry for farther-reaching threads if wanted, or things that didn't quite make your original thread starter.

NOTE: there's a new system soon as well, so don't forward date it too far until it's introduced. :)
thespaceopera: (red alert)
[personal profile] thespaceopera
[The First Battle]

[They come shooting out of the great dark. Guns blazing, no warning. The enemy ships are ragtag, mismatched, and cobbled together from spare parts. But that doesn’t make them weak. No-- years and years of scavenging have turned them into raiders, and they carry their scars with pride.

The battle is more aggressive than previous attacks against the Fleet. Nothing deters the raiders because they’re tough, and if they see a wounded ship floundering, they have no problems swooping in and boarding. Those crews will soon learn the meaning of teamwork if they want to bring the attackers down. They infiltrate the Iskaulit as well, just in case people try to hide there. At this point they are very, very used to tracking down women and children for their slave trade.

If asked why they’re doing this, the answer is simple.

Spare parts have to come from somewhere.

Don’t worry. Nothing on your ship, and no one, will go to waste.]

[A Few Hours Later]

[The raiders are too strong and the Fleet is failing. After what seems like an eternity of warfare, static comes in, broadcasted to the fleet at large. Something or someone is hailing them…

The signal is untraceable and the video is complete static, but they tell the Fleet they are here to help. Ships come swooping out of the black and they open fire on the raiders. They number a dozen, maybe more, and the ships look eerily similar to the ones currently used by the Fleet, if not a bit older and battle-hardened. Their shielding and weaponry is much, much better, however-- and most of them have custom paint or other touches on their hulls.

They’re not invincible, however. A few may end up between a rock and a hard place when the raiders surround them.

Some older residents may remember this particular group of ships. They’re obviously helping out now, but there’s nothing stopping Fleeters from firing on their would-be saviors save a complete lack of weaponry. You do have a Security officer on board, don’t you? They’ll defend themselves by seriously injuring your ship, but they won’t destroy it for some reason. Small mercies.

The raiders soon realize they’re outgunned and jump ship, taking their dead with them. The intercepting fleet pulls back, too, and both parties vanish back into the dark as silently and swiftly as they came. There’s a lot of cleanup to do whether your ship is disabled or you’re preparing to tow someone else.

Hopefully, the people who saved you don’t change their minds.]

[Plot info is here! Feel free to make your own toplevels with fighting, barricading, being boarded, saving others, the aftermath, etc. There's lots to do!]
nugqueen: (27)
[personal profile] nugqueen
Who: Leliana
Broadcast: Yes
Action: aboard the Blue Fish
When: now

[Have a redhead nun/rogue on your feed, fleeters. Someone took a bit of a nap this week and now has new memories? And also questions.]

I apologize if my absence was noticed by my crew or those I speak to in the Interfaith Center. It seems Atroma enjoys putting me to sleep for long periods of time - though the question is "How long?" I suppose. Should I expect any ill effects from repeated instances like these?

[Though she was a bit groggy waking up.]

It seems time passed much more quickly while I was asleep. It felt as if I had returned home again and time had passed there as it normally does here. Two years passed there while it feels as if no time has passed here at all.

[Private message to Riona]

It seems the Inquisitor saw fit to elect me as Divine in Justinia's place, since you and I last spoke.


Jan. 9th, 2017 03:53 am
collegedropout: (oh okay)
[personal profile] collegedropout
Who: Sam Winchester and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A (unless you want it)
When: Now!

Hey guys. Sorry to prod, but - I noticed there were some... strange readings here in communications when I was scanning the area. Blips, signatures from something out there in that nebula just beyond us. Just wondering if anyone else had been noticing those; not sure what they are, but maybe they're just... I don't know. Ships making their way out here to visit the hotel? I can't really tell much other than they're reading on the radar. Keep me updated if you get anything on that. Just in case.

For everyone else who'd rather not be technologically savvy or deal with science or concerning blips - um.

I don't know, I like to pass the time while I'm working on random crap. But what to play out... Hmm.

'Never Have I Ever' is... Nah, that's just gonna earn me dirty replies.

How about 'Would you Rather'? Always a hit in a moving vehicle that still has another eight hours on the road.


Would you rather have a nest of spiders explode above your head, or fall in a hole full of snakes?

monolike: (ooooh the more i get of you)
[personal profile] monolike
Who: Sorey & y'all
Broadcast: Huntress & fleetwide
Action: n/a
When: Jan 3rd

[ Broadcast: Huntress only ]

Hey everybody, this is Sorey. I'm just checking in, seeing if everything's okay. Oh, and paperwork for new upgrades will be coming in soon, so if there's anything anybody would like to see upgraded, cast your votes now!

Oh also, we don't have any lab support personnel. I know Mikleo's been doing some stuff but if you know anybody looking to transfer who'd like the use of the lab, could you let 'em know? I'll include a call out in my public broadcast in a sec.

Okey dokey, that's all for now! If anything comes up, don't hesitate to contact me or Mikleo!

[ Broadcast: all ]

I'm kind of curious; so there are a lot of different kinds of forces or energies here that are a lot like the ones back on my planet, but they don't seem to behave the same way here. Like the rules are different. Is anybody else running against that?

And as an aside, if there's any potential lab personnel looking for a place, the Huntress has an unoccupied lab, for now.
goldenglasses: (I just stepped in WHAT?!)
[personal profile] goldenglasses
Who: Vash and the WOOORLD
Broadcast: To everyone!
Action: On the Planet
When: Right now!

[Vash was on the planet trying out some ice skates he had bought. He was bundled up in extra clothes and is carefully sliding around on a patch of ice he's found. He tried to find a place where he can fall without bothering too many people, but he's not exactly out in the middle of no where either.

He's shaky and the balance is something that takes a bit for him to get use to, but he's slowly getting the hang of it. He had kept his communicator on him just in case he managed to seriously hurt himself while learning how to skate. Of course, if he knew what would happen at one point when he falls he might have been okay dying in the cold as the communicator takes one bump too many.]

Accidental Audio

OW! Ieieie. That really-

"Oh! Xabio! I'm yours forever and always!" [Suddenly there's a lusty female voice that clearly doesn't belong to Vash.] "Just, please, be gentle. It's- It's my first time."

AAWAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Oh, shit! [There's Vash again as he screeches loudly in panic! Followed by muffled scrapping as he fumbles at trying to get at his communicator. Meanwhile the audio book keeps on going clear as day for all to hear.]

Asstrostar's two tongues lick her luscious lips nervously as one of Xabio's six muscular arms reaches out to gently caress the soft purple skin of her cheek.
[A male narrator voice helpfully sets the scene.]

"My love. I would never hurt you."

She feels a tingle in her gills and a warmth spread through her that she has never felt before as Xabio's other arms tickle their way under her protective outer shell. Reaching places no one else had ever explored on her before. Asstrostar moans deeply, but it's muffled-

No! No! No! No! Stop! Oh man, oh man, oh MAN!

-as Xabio's presses his lips against her own. She wraps her arms tightly around him. All the troubles of the nebula wars disappear and it no longer mattered that their home worlds were on opposing sides. All that mattered was their love for each other. And Asstrostar knew that Xabio loved her as well. She could feel it as he pressed his body against her own and his large, warm, throbbing-CLICK!

[Suddenly everything goes quiet except for Vash's heavy breathing from his panicked scramble to get his glove off and extra clothing unzipped to turn the thing off.] Phew! Thank goodness no one was arou-- eh?

[Is this thing saying broadcast?]

Oh crap.
wolfehawke: (smug again)
[personal profile] wolfehawke
Who: Adalwolfe Hawke
Broadcast: Video!
Action: Sure; Malum
When: Now

[It's not long into drift week before Adalwolfe Hawke gets bored. And when a Hawke gets board, then ridiculous things happen. Luckily, thanks to some seeds already planted in his brain before, Adalwolfe has been working on a pet project so not too much destruction has occurred. (This time, anyway.)

Wolfe pops onto the network with a video with an eager smile.]

Hey fleet! So there's this card game from Thedas called Wicked Grace and since we haven't had any proper cards that I've found, I decided to make my own.

[He holds up a few card. One labeled Angel of Death and a few others from various suits, all labeled and with crude drawings.]

I found a deck of very plain cards in Malum, so if those belonged to anyone sorry about that, but you really shouldn't leave your stuff around. Anyway, I made them playable for Wicked Grace. If anyone wants to play, you should know that if we're using my cards, then we go by Ferelden rules. See? The Swords are Dogs instead and they're high instead of Angels. Also I made the Drakes into Dragons instead because I can.

[He pauses in his excitement for a moment, then sits back a bit sheepishly as it occurs to him that anyone not from Thedas probably has no idea what he's talking about.]

So, the rules are everyone is dealt 5 cards. Each player takes turns drawing one card from either the deck or the discard pile and then discarding a card face up into the discard. You can't take a card you've previously discarded. When the Angel of Death card is drawn and discarded, then the game is over and everyone scores their hands. You're supposed to discard the Angel of Death right away, but cheating is also part of the game so almost no one ever does unless they have a good hand. But if you get caught cheating, then you lose right away.

[Wolfe grins again and leans into the video, holding up cards as examples as he talks.]

There's four suits - Dogs, Angels, Songs, and Dragons. Some other countries use other suits, like in Orlais they have Masks for Songs and everywhere but Ferelden Angels are highest. Though I actually think in Tevinter Dragons are high but they call them Serpents...

[A pause to mull that over, then Wolfe continues.]

In any case, Dogs always beat Angels, Angels beat Songs, etc. Also more of a suit will beat less of a suit. So say you have three Dragons. That'll beat two Angels. Pretty simple. Where it gets sort of complicated is with themes. You can beat four Songs, for example, if you have the Song, Dog, Angel, and Dragon all of Roses. There's other things too, but it's a lot to just explain like this.

[Wolfe puts the cards he'd been showing off back on top of the deck and leans back.]

If you have any questions, ask away! Or I can show you in person, since it's pretty slow in Malum today. But if you do come to learn you've got to order a drink. 'Sonly fair.

[He shuffles the cards between his hands, nothing fancy but he's at least got a bit of deftness there. For a moment, a dog nose is visible at the bottom corner of the shot, over the counter on which Wolfe's device is sitting, then it moves back out of view with a loud snuffle.]

Oh, and fellow Thedosians, we should set up a night to play now that we've got cards. Let me know what works for everyone. I'm good for any time.

[He waves at the video, dropping about half the deck in the process. The video ends with a yelp and Wolfe diving under the bar to save his precious cards.]

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