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Who: Sera & you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide audio
Action: HS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: 6/13

[It's the clothes that get her, before anything else.

They haven't been this clean since the day she got them, maybe not even then, and they smell wrong -- not like fresh air and sunshine, but artificial and flowery. Like they haven't been washed proper and hung out to dry. Like maybe they were cleaned with some sort of something else and she's not saying it's magic but, look, it's probably magic.

She shivers, and draws her legs up against herself, hugging her knees. This whole thing is wrong. It doesn't even feel fade-y or demon-y but it's still wrong, and terrifying by default.

It feels like a long time before she finally finds her voice, but in reality it's less than five minutes before she's on her feet, ready to start shouting. A good thing for her reputation, probably -- no one needs to know she was too terrified to move for approximately three minutes.

That's not to say she isn't terrified now. Oh, she's scared out of her wits, but it's easier to channel that blind terror into anger.]

HEY! [She's yelling at the top of her lungs.] You! Whoever! Little kidnapping shit with your stupid room!

[She gives her bunk a hard kick for good measure. ]

I know you're listening. Your sort always listens, because everyone else being afraid makes you feel big. So come out, then, yeah? We can talk. Talk talk, like people do.

No punching.

Or biting.

Or...hair-pulling.

Just talk. Promise.

[She hangs out for a few minutes before deciding to sneak out of the room. She's pretty sure her gear must be locked in a chest somewhere nearby because that's how bad guys always do it. ]

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[Vima managed to switch off her transmitter not long after she woke up, and is taking this first day to figure out where the heck she is and just what's going on. The yelling gets her attention.

She spots its source as she approaches the bunkroom, which admittedly might not be the wisest thing, but it looks like it's someone who is also bewildered and disgruntled about this.]

Hey. Did you get any answer yet?

[Sera doesn't actually expect anyone to come in, and when someone does she immediately regrets not finding a suitable weapon before setting off on her tirade.

Her lack of defense doesn't stop her from looking as surly as she can manage, though.]

You're here. That's an answer, innit?

[Well, as long as we're being surly, Vima's going to scowl too. She puts her hands on her hips--might be good to show she's just as unarmed here as the stranger.]

I'm not an answer, I'm a captive. Apparently. They took my stuff, too.

[Thedosian elves are Atroma's favourite thing to collect. Fenris is getting pretty certain of that at this point. He doesn't recognise her, but he'll still give a greeting of sorts anyway. ]

They won't respond to you. Aside from their little messages on occasion - which they never reply to, we have no contact with them. You're wasting your energy.

[...some guy is talking to her without actually being in the room. This is definitely demons.]

Eugh! No. Stop. Ignoring it.

[He'll just make a disgusted sound. Rude. ]

Ignore me if you wish. You will learn nothing if you bury your head in the sand.

I don't know, sometimes the punching and the biting gets a lot done.

[maybe not the best thing to say to a newcomer--but he sounds calm and collected about it, whoever he is.]

[Sera isn't going to be quick to warm up to disembodied voices talking to her from who knows where.

She tries to ignore this one. She tries really hard.

And yet... ]

Come in here and I'll show you what it gets done, piss-arse.

...ah. The fleet was missing someone to lower the bar, as it were. Glad to see you could make it, Sera.

[But he does mean "welcome". For all of her rudeness, he does generally enjoy Sera. She was good to tease, and playful in a way that when she was around, no one ever chided Dorian for being crude.]

[At this point, Sera is pretty convinced this is all demons.

Wake up in a weird place and a friend is mysteriously talking through some magical imagery thing? Demons did it. Every time.

She's fed up, though, and even though she's scared out of her wits she's also getting a little irate.]

Does that ever work? Stealing faces. Is anyone ever stupid enough to believe it? People know their people. Demons can't copy that bit, the knowing. You're all shit at getting it right.

[She says this as though she has loooooaaads of experience with face stealing demons. ]

Oh! A demon? You wound me, Sera.

[He chuckles a bit, bringing a hand to his chin.]

I do wonder what manner of demon I would be, in that case. Pride? Or perhaps Desire? Hmm, curious.

[He waves his hand slightly.]

Regardless, I can assure you I'm not a demon. Or, that is a thing a demon might do, isn't it? Hmm. What about this, I can prove it to you. I don't think that any demon would be any good at "Your People Are Shit", after all.

[There's a mischievous glint in his eye.]

[ She can't help but be a little amused at this one ]

Uh -- I don't know how convincing that's gonna be.

You only have to convince them long enough to get them in the room, yeah? They're stupid so they follow. Stupid means you wind up spitting your front teeth on the floor. Or worse.

Oooooh. I like you. You don't lie very well, but I like that, too.

I lie good enough, when it matters. Like now, it matters but it doesn't matter because I'm going to find the frigging pissbag and punch their nose so hard it pops out their bung whether they believe me or not.

So.

Better hope you're not the pissbag.

I am not, in fact, the pissbag. At least not the pissbag you're looking for.

[Sometimes she is a little bit of a pissbag, tho.]

[Normally, Adachi didn't bother with the whole "greeting the newbies" thing. But every so often an entertaining one comes along, and he can't help but push their buttons just an eensy bit.]

No punching, biting or hair-pulling, huh? Well, I can't see how Atroma would have anything to fear from you then. I mean, considering how sincere you sound and everything.

[Seriously though, did she really have to say biting and hair-pulling? Were they like her normal means of attack?]

Considering how big a tit you sound and everything I might come give you a kick up the jacks when I'm done with Atroma.

That's his name, then? Ugh. Sounds like a mage.

[She might have to rethink the punching, and especially the biting. Not very effective against magic.]

Where is he?

Now, now is that anyway to talk to someone who's offering to help the confused, new fleet member out?

[Adachi makes several tsk noises, like a scolding parent.]

How do you expect to make any friends with an attitude like that?

[He feigns an exasperated sigh, before grinning mildly.]

Yes, it's name is Atroma, but no one here has any clue as to whether or not Atroma's a he, a she, an it, or a whole bunch of people. Much less, any clue as to where they are exactly.

[He then cocks an eyebrow. This next part should elicit some kind of an interesting response from her.]

Though, I'd say the smart money is that Atroma is somewhere on that ship that you're currently in.

Ugh, Sera. Even if someone were foolish enough to meet your demands, they would know better than to think all you'd want is to talk.

[She opens her mouth to argue (even though it feels stupid, arguing with someone who's not actually there) but hesitates.]

Wait. If you're here too, isn't this the bit where we meet up, find our stuff, and go turn whoever brought us here into grease spots on the rug? Heroes, right?

What? [Her brow furrows. Sera, that's not...] I think you've been reading too many of Varric's tales...

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