A cry for help

[thespaceopera]

[a distress call has been tracked across the void, finally leading back to the source. a hulking crippled ship, teeming with hostile alien life, now lies before you.

what do you do? do you dive in or hang back? are you here to learn, play, build, or observe?

however you choose to proceed, your audience is out there somewhere, watching.]


ooc: here is a good ol' themed mingle to get you all started! and don't feel limited by the prompts and what they describe--they're just there as idea-starters, so feel free to go anywhere and do anything.

have fun!

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[princessia]

[ Oh, good. Her traveling party back home had plenty of their own banter too during their adventure. And sorry, Cullen. She's a little annoyed with him right now, so more attention for Jove today. ]

Thank you. And... I don't remember where I learned it. I've always channeled spirits based on intuition.

[serves]

[Channeled... spirits? That's new and a little disconcerting. No wonder she gets on with Cole so well. Cullen bites his tongue and continues to keep watch.

Not sulking.

Watching.]

[dawnwillcome]

[It's totally sulking you big sulker.]

Channeling spirits? When we get back to the ship, remind me to have my friend Dorian speak with you. He does something similar and I'm sure he'd be more than happy to speak with you about it.

[He is a giant nerd after all. The hallway they're following seems to be fairly deserted, so Jove glances back towards Cullen and frowns at what she sees. Is he really annoyed enough that he's going to keep on in complete silence the entire time?]

[princessia]

[ Spirit artes or magic is pretty much a part of life in Rieze Maxia, which is why she can casually talk about it. No big deal. She does notice Cullen has been silent, but she doesn't call him out on it. ]

I remember Dorian. He read a story on the network.

[ There was kissing in it. And she didn't get to hear all of it because Cullen covered her ears. ]

[serves]

[Well, that's one way to get Cullen talking.]

It was inappropriate.

[dawnwillcome]

Well he is from Tevinter, I don't know what you expected.

[The Anchor pulses suddenly and Jove looks away from Cullen and Elize as she shakes her hand out, flexing her fingers and frowning to herself. It almost always hurts, but it having no outlet to connect to, no rift to focus the power on, makes it being active even more painful.

But they still need light and the corridor can't go on forever, so her hand goes right back into the air to light their way. In fact, it seems to just be curving back towards where they started.]

The ship didn't look this large from the outside. It's merchant class, so you would think we'd have come across some sort of cargo by now.

[princessia]

[ She's curious what else that story had in it, but she may never know... ]

Tevinter?

[ After her encounter with the bugs at the entryway, she's finding their route has been far too quiet so far. She's expecting another herd of them to show up as the path winds back towards where they came from.

She notices as Jove looks away, thinking she might have been distracted or exhausted from holding up her hand. ]

Jove, are you alright? Stay alert. There might still be enemies!

[serves]

[Worried as he is, there's little Cullen can do right now.]

We should have brought another source of light.

[They'll just have to move faster. His footsteps quicken, and he places a hand behind Elize's back to guide her along.]

[dawnwillcome]

I'm fine, really. [And Elize gets a quick smile, half to reassure and half because that was very sweet and practical. Jove Approves.] I promise to stay on my guard, though.

[princessia]

You don't have to push me.

[ Making her puffy cheeked pout as she totters along a little more quickly. Not that he's actually pushing her too hard... she doesn't think she needs to be guided along! ]

[serves]

[Not pushing. Cullen gives her a brief look, though his hand gently touches the top of her head before going back to her shoulder. He's just concerned. He's never had to worry about a child like this before.]