red fishies

[mortalcoil]

Who: The Red Fish crew, and any trespassers
Broadcast: Probably not
Action: Aboard the SS Red Fish, and the planet's surface
When: For the remainder of the month

[Red Fish is the party ship! yeeeeah!


...no, I lied. really, does anyone on this ship know how to have fun at all? like, really have fun? does anyone here gamble or go dancing or party all night long?

maybe the Red Fish just have fun in unconventional ways-- like reading, or sipping tea, or constructively beating the crap out of each other.

who needs a worlds-famous casino station when you have simple joys like that, right?]

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B!!!

[openhands]

[OH YES, SO MUCH FUN IS BEING HAD.]

[She leaves the decision to continue or head back in the hands of the others, although if asked she will definitely cast her vote to leaving. They've done enough as far as she's concerned. The last thing Cassandra wants is a repeat of the night out with Mal when she knows luck had just as much to do with with their survival and escape from the woods as anything else.]

[Cassandra remains on the periphery of the camp, however, watching the rodents as they scurry about. While she'd much rather turn back and leave, she will remain so long as the crew does. She stays standing, one foot resting on a root. She does keep one ear attentive to the conversation at the heart of the camp, but she's listening for beyond the edge of their camp, for any sign of predators.]

[theboogieman]

[thus far, Zhas doesn't like Cassandra much as a person, but he does like her as an asset. he would never once imply (intentionally, anyway) that she's not good at what she does. her being the unspoken lookout is reassurance enough to let him actually focus on talking with the others and not glance, paranoid, over at the bushes every ten seconds.

she can watch him have a length "conversation" with Coil, the both of them speaking with that hand-gesture language they know. Coil seems antsy, and Zhas only frowns more and more as their little talk goes on.

eventually, Zhas breaks from that to come speak with Cassandra. his eyes seem especially glowy, down here. his tone is pretty much the same, unfriendly monotone as ever.]

Is there anything like this place on your world.

[openhands]

[Cassandra doesn't mind Zhas' presence. While she can't say that she completely trusts him necessarily, he is formidable by his own right. He can be counted on that much and it does go a long way with Cassandra. She glances over at him as he comes to join her over by the edge of their camp.]

There are elven ruins like this in my world. They have been long-since forgotten by most, including the Dalish. They are difficult to find and usually not safe to enter because of their physical state.

[Cassandra had made the offer to the Inquisitor not to stay when they were investigating the ruins with the Arbor Wilds for a reason. It had once been a deeply sacred place to them and there was clearly something still there that was immortal, timeless and beyond them. It feels similar here, but somehow far more threatened to outsiders. Perhaps they were less threatened there because they weren't the only outsiders at the time in the Wilds.]

But a few of their sacred sites are still dangerous because they are being watched and protected by their original guardians and inhabitants. They would keep any outsiders out and do not even recognize the Dalish as their own.