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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Bloodsport Crew!
Broadcast: if applicable!
Action: yes, that!
When: during the medieval-funtime world!

[aaaaay bloodsport how u doin'. how's life around the ship? what have you already dragged back from ye olde renaissance world? what trips are you planning? what's broken and why isn't it fixed yet? who's flying this thing?

mingle, talk to your newer crewmates, go nuts.]

#001.

[dirth]

Who: Solas and everyone!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: On board the Marsiva
When: 11th-14th!

[ It's a good thing the network is already on when Solas is awake, mostly because the first thing he does is promptly fall out of the bed. There's a long moment of silence before there comes a long suffering sigh and a spot of movement, the blackness moving to reveal a voice, quiet and measured as he looks around. ]

... Ah.

[ He frowns, his eyes narrowing a little before he continues, as if he's taking in everything before he even considers making a movement. ]

Well, this is certainly different.

( action )

[ Until he's assigned, Solas can be found in the room he woke up in, loathe to go too far. He's very quiet and keeps to himself, especially if people mention anyone that might be from 'his world'; for the most part he seems particularly solitary. He does ask, once or twice, if anyone has any idea about painting, or something called the 'Fade', but generally he appears to be rather a loner. 

At least it's obvious that, if spoken to, he will be particularly polite and generally quite cheerful, for the most part. ]