Tourist Mingle!

[got_it_memorized]

[Well, Tourists, your captain is feeling a little foolish after napping for an entire month. There are a couple of you he's hardly even met yet, so let's have us a mingle and get to know one another. The way-stations don't have a lot of interesting stuff, really, but sometimes putting three not terribly interesting things together makes something awesome. Like s'mores. That's right, everyone, you're all getting a text telling you to drop by the kitchen, where Axel will be tending a little fire. Don't worry, it's magic, so we're not gonna get smoked out. Chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers will be provided, but we don't have any sticks, sorry. Guess you'll have to roast your marshmallows on a fork.

[Come chat, come eat, come glower at merrymaking if you're Fenris.]

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[thatwhichyields]

[Her office... er. Bedroom.]
[Phedre left the door to the room granted to her by the ship open. She would't call it a salon, or a play room, or even an office. it was... complicated. Books and warm, sensual red and interesting things if one followed chains to their conclusions.

But, she wanted to meet those on her ship. And she wanted to meet those around her. And she wouldn't hide what she had been made.

When you enter, she smiles at you in welcome. Warmth and pleasure and clear invitation to talk.]


[S'Mores]
[Phedre has had sweets, but this is anew form to her - all of it.

Chocolate didn't exist in her part of the world, not for another couple centuries. And not in the modern format even then.

She had been taught how to be gracious and to try new things. She even looks excited at the prospect of something new.]

What is this?

[mylegacy]

[Caesar's been leery of Phedre - not for any particular reason that has to do with her personality, more because her position on the ship makes him uncomfortable. But it can't go on forever, and it's rude, regardless; so he visits her room eventually and, to his credit, doesn't say a word about the chains, just leans against the doorframe.]

It seems like you're settling in.

[Okay, maybe that's an oblique reference to the chains, but whatever.]

[thatwhichyields]

The Fleet will have it's jest.

[She catches the eye flick, and the observation. She doesn't let it bother her - considering their surroundings, it is likely many would be curious. In her travels, Phedre had endured much more than curiosity.]

Would you like to come in?

[mylegacy]

If you don't mind. I haven't been socializing much, and I didn't want to be rude.

[But he stays where he is, half out of courtesy and half because he's starting to feel that boundaries are incredibly important, in a small space like this.]

[thatwhichyields]

[She gestures him inside, clearing the chair she had been seated in so he might have it, and settling a pillow on the floor for herself.]

Not at all. Please, have a seat.

[mylegacy]

[Well that's - he's about to tell her she doesn't have to move, but then she does anyway, so this is his life now, he guesses. He sits, considers her carefully.]

. . . You're very comfortable here, [he settles on eventually, although once he's said it he's not sure it's correct. Maybe it's just that she gives off an air of being comfortable anywhere.]

[It occurs to him that that used to be much easier for him than it is now.]

s'mores

[got_it_memorized]

[Ah, the newest newbie. This girl showed up while Axel was sleeping, so he hasn't had a chance to even really speak to her yet, so time to make some conversation.]

They're called s'mores. Which is apparently because 'you always want some more'. [A beat.] Get it? Some more... s'more...? [Crickets.] ... I guess it's pretty corny. They're tasty, though.

[thatwhichyields]

[A name to go with it. But a name that didn't appear to be particularly useful. Her brow creases - lightly, delicately, a movement trained to not cause wrinkles since her earliest years.

She does, however, take one of the treats and holds it in her hands trying not to look like she was examining the offering. From a distance it smelled sweet, and she couldn't insult him by taking a more obvious sniff before nibbling the corner.

Her eyes widen in surprise, and then drift half-shut in pleasure]

What is in this? It's delightful!

[got_it_memorized]

You've really never had one before? I figured these were kinda staple, no matter where you're from. [He scoots over and offers her a fork with a marshmallow on it.] It's just cookie, chocolate, and marshmallow. Here, hold that over the fire and I'll show you how to assemble it.

[He breaks off two squares of graham cracker and a block of chocolate and holds them up, then points at the marshmallow.] When it's toasted on the outside and squishy on the inside, then it's done, and you put it on top of the chocolate, and then you smush the other graham cracker down so it's like a sandwich.

office oh boy

[merchantprince]

[Varric's just kinda exploring, getting to know the nooks and crannies of the ship and its residents when he finds himself... here.]

Oh. [His eyebrows shoot up, and then he can't help but grin a bit. HE KNOWS WHAT THIS IS.] Hi. Hope I didn't interrupt anything.

Re: office oh boy

[thatwhichyields]

[She reads the look in his eye and glosses over it, ignoring the thrill it gave her for the moment.

Since she had just been trying to figure out exactly how one would enact correspondence here - the rules and social requirements of it - she moved on easily.]

Hello, I was doing nothing important. Would you like to come in?

[merchantprince]

Sure.

[Oh, Phédre. It's been a while since Varric was around someone who was perhaps less than wholesome.]

Varric Tethras-- rogue, storyteller, occasional stowaway. And what might be the name of the lovely creature before me?