one;

[punchingly]

Who: Margie and YOU
Broadcast: Video!
Action: SS Bishop
When: August 19, afternoon.

[ Video; ]

Ah...it works. Hello.

[ The very bulky woman on the screen smiles slightly and waves to the camera; she doesn't really have that much to say, it seems -- she follows up her 'hello' by holding up a piece of paper with some badly drawn cats on it.

The people in the picture -- there seem to be 5 in all, two of whom seem extremely familiar -- are very cartoon-like, and it's clear that she is no artist. One of them -- a cat with blue hair -- has hearts drawn around him, one is singing, and the other unfamiliar one seems to have a permanent scowl. ]

My miqo'te have gone missing. [ Because that explains everything? ] They are small, and have ears... [ She waves her free hand up over her head, indicating cat ears. ] And tails. One carries a large book, one a bow, and the other three carry around large swords.

If found, please return to Margie Detemps. That's me. Thank you.

[ She reaches, as if to turn off the camera -- and then pauses. ]

Oh...and, what is everyone's favorite rock?

[ Yes, she nods. This is a good introductory question to the world at large and obviously a very important one. ]

[ Action; ]

[ If you want to catch her on the ship, she can be found wandering around with the same poster in her hands, looking in the most weird places she can think of to place a smaller person than herself. In containers, under doors... ]

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[video]

[curiositykilledthecats]

[Miah can't help but laugh when she sees this- another comrade, and, well. Margaude's way with words never ceases to amuse her.]

I had been unaware that we were yours.

[video]

[punchingly]

[ Oh! Well there's one miqo'te found; Margie quickly marks off one of the pictures. Miah: accounted for. That's good. A small nod is seen on the screen before she looks back up. ]

My friends, not mine...I'm sorry.

You are well?

[curiositykilledthecats]

There is no need to apologize.

Yes. Marhi is here as well, though none other.

[punchingly]

[ It's a smile that quickly turns into a frown, as she considers this. No U'phava, then, her precious husband. And no Ranmaia for Miah...and lord knows what Mireille could be up to. This is very troublesome. ]

Why us, and not them too?

[curiositykilledthecats]

When my 'Maia is to arrive, I expect it to be entirely on her terms, with harp in her hand and song upon her lips. She will be here when it pleases her.

[punchingly]

And Phava will be likely to show up whenever someone is in need of protection.

[ Nods; both of them do sort of arrive at their own terms. ]

[curiositykilledthecats]

Though I hope that need shall never arise here.

[punchingly]

I hope it does, if only to see him sooner...

[ :( cat husband. ]

[curiositykilledthecats]

.... He need not protect someone in order to arrive. It may merely be for you.

[punchingly]

[ The thought had not occurred to her. ]

Oh. Well, maybe...if he finds out I was missing.

[ Though it would be a little hard not to find out she was missing considering you know, they were all standing around after Estinien... ]

If time continues back home?

[curiositykilledthecats]

... Why would it not? Unless these Atroma are capable of invoking Althyk himself.

[punchingly]

I hope they are not. But that means that our friends will have to deal with the aftereffects of Estinien alone.

[curiositykilledthecats]

... He will require time to recuperate, at least.

[punchingly]

I...am not sure if one can recuperate from becoming a dragon?

[curiositykilledthecats]

... I refer to Nidhogg. He should not be able to resume his attacks on Ishgard immediately.

[punchingly]

Oh.

No, he will not. But there is no time limit to how long we are here...

[curiositykilledthecats]

There is not. However, there is an end point of a different sort.

[punchingly]

An end point at home, you mean?

[curiositykilledthecats]

No, here. When we defeat the Atroma.

[punchingly]

Ah. Right. Then there is a plan for that already?

[curiositykilledthecats]

...

Find them and capture them?

[punchingly]

Oh. So not exactly a firm plan.

Well if you find out more let me know. I would like to return home to my family soon.

[curiositykilledthecats]

It is as firm a plan as we are capable of.

I shall.

[punchingly]

We will have to go investigating. I will do the stealth work.

[ Don't let her do the stealth work she's a sore thumb ]

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[stickupherforehead]

Why rocks?

[that's an odd question]

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[punchingly]

Why not?

[ Though, she actually gives a proper answer: ]

I enjoy mining. Rocks are enjoyable to talk about.

[stickupherforehead]

[hmmm]

From what I understand, human miners are typically overworked, underpaid, and contract a veritable litany of diseases.

[punchingly]

What is a human?

[ Shrugging; she assumes that humans is generally referring to people on Eorzea, and just goes from there. ]

I do not know any miner who is underpaid if they work for the Concern. Where did the 'disease' aspect come from?

[stickupherforehead]

[oh hey. Another non human, then?]

Breathing in too many particulates can apparently wreck havoc on human lungs. [but if you're not...] What were you mining?

[punchingly]

[ Indeed; she looks decently human though, so one has to wonder what exactly the difference is. ]

I see. I imagine it would hurt my lungs too, assuming I did not just get rid of the disease with magic? [ Shrugs! ] Many things. Lots of gems and ores to sell to the guilds of Eorzea.

[stickupherforehead]

[she spends a brief moment wondering if it's actually magic or if it's science.

But:]

Gems? You have...the type of culture that uses them for decorative purposes, right?

[she probably doesn't like jewelry stores all that much]

[punchingly]

[ Sorry this is so late! ;u; ]

[ Margie nods. ]

Yes, and for magical purposes. A gem can be used to suffuse an item with magical properties -- enhancing their protection from fire, or harnessing the power of the elements more clearly.

Do you not have jewelry where you come from...?

[notkittenaround]

[ She perks up with the sight, so entirely unexpected. ]

Gold - perhaps, though, that is too far a metal. You might consider me returned.

[punchingly]

[ Oh, so you are here! Noting that down on her sheet -- and also adding "gold" beside the picture, this is an important fact. ]

It is not too far a metal. I think it counts. My favorite rock is actually electrum.

[notkittenaround]

Pray tell?

[punchingly]

Because you can make many things with it. And it's hard to find.

[notkittenaround]

[ The Ul'dah immigrant ponders the wealth of mining opportunities laid bare - yet it is difficult to prosper in a field so dominated by the Syndicate. ]

Then it seems the wisest choice. An ore of great use, and little provision would do well on any marketboard.

[punchingly]

[ This born and bred adventurer looks only at the potential places she can go with mining; money doesn't really seem to be of any interest to her. ]

Not many people would put raw ore on their tables and consider it decoration, it's true...

[notkittenaround]

Well, some would say so.

[ She certainly wouldn't be offended by a shiny pile of metal in her house. ]

[punchingly]

Do you have rocks laying around your home, Marhi?

[notkittenaround]

I prefer stuff refined, and inlaid in what I possess.

[punchingly]

You sound like you have a lot of experience with refined ores, then.

[notkittenaround]

In selling, if naught else. Ul'dah is rich with them.

[punchingly]

I suppose I could simply inlay my own ores if I wanted to get rich, but...it is more fun to just go wherever I wish, and mine what I want.

[notkittenaround]

If ever you find a surplus when we have found our way home, know that I will gladly pay an amount most reasonable.

[punchingly]

I would simply give it to you, Marhi. We are friends.

[ This is why Pava and Margie are poor. ]

[notkittenaround]

... Indeed so.

[ This is why she has a fund for indebted scions. Admittedly she hasn't had much use, save preventing Miah from ending up in an unsavoury place. ]

[punchingly]

[ Admittedly she's not entirely poor because Pava would have an aneurysm if they got thrown out of their home. They have to have somewhere stable for Mireille to come home to when she...bothers to. ]

We will need all of us, to fight this system. I do not think we can do it alone.