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[bryces_pup]

Who: Riona and yoooou
Broadcast: Yep!
Action: On the Marsiva
When: 7/25

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[Riona stared down at the communicator, her lips twitching in annoyance and frustration as she carefully pressed some buttons. The device was completely foreign to her; nothing in her travels, or in all of Thedas, even remotely resembled the thing. It left her with no parallels to draw from, nothing from home that she could compare with it. Was it some kind of enchantment? Magic? She touched things on the device and made other things happen, though she hardly understood what she was doing. Nothing about this place made sense, or why she was here or how. All she knew was that she’d been brought here and as of right now, there was no feasible way to get back home.

Maker help these Blighted pricks if I ever get my hands on them…

After some considerable fiddling around, Riona finally (maybe) began to get the hang of it. The augment in her head – don’t even get her started on that thing – helped out somewhat. It appeared that she was about to begin “recording” a message, which was rather like writing it down on paper except she’s… speaking it and it somehow captures it? And others could hear it?

Stop thinking too hard on it and just do it.]

Soooo, I must admit, I’m a tad stupefied. Which is rather impressive, honestly. I usually can come up with something to say. Something witty, or at least maybe a terrible joke about templars walking into a bar. But this… [She gestures to the area around her, indicating the whole situation.] I’m stumped. Not only did you – whoever you are, you nug-fucking bastards – have the gall to kidnap me, you kidnapped me all the way past the stars. You couldn’t be content to just be regular kidnappers, oh no. You had to take that extra step. I’ll admit, I’m even sort of impressed.

[Give credit where credit’s due, right?]

Anyway, this… thing apparently can send this message to others who are trapped here with me, is that correct? If so, would anyone kindly care to answer a few questions for me? This… thing in my head does fill in some blanks, but there are quite a few that are left unanswered. I’d pay for the help but I was also robbed upon my getting kidnapped, so I have nothing to offer but my gratitude, and maybe a smile.

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[With that all said and done, Riona wanders off around the deck, taking in the sights. She's taken off all her armor and left it in a pile by the bed she woke up in. With the lack of darkspawn - well, the lack of anything, really - she doesn't feel it's needed, and it's proving more a hindrance anyway. So she'll look like someone who's just walked out of a Ren Faire, complete with her cautiously poking the equipment in the kitchen. Everything on this ship is foreign to her, and thus everything is getting the dead-eyed look and a cautious prod from either her hand or foot. At one point she accidentally kicks on a drink dispenser, and she reacts with a yelp and a hand instinctively going for a sword that's no longer there. Her hand clutches at empty air, and her frown deepens.]

I want my sword back.

[It's a petulant complaint and said to no one in particular, but it's a way to vent her frustration more than anything. She blows a breath out through her nose, stepping back and off to explore the rest of the area.]

At least it's not the ocean?

[thatwhichyields]

Who: Phedre and you!
Broadcast: Yes! All of it.
Action: Marsiva! At any point :)
When: Soon. Now? Now. July 25

[She had woken, shivering and alone. Her first though had been of Skaldia, and her second had been of Joscelin. But this was not winter, only a chill to her marrow, and Joscelin was nowhere to be seen.

Alone, then. Alone and lost. A more familiar occurrence than she liked.The first thing to do was try and learn about where she was. Phedre made a swift and quiet exploration of her surroundings, taking the complete unfamiliarity of her circumstances into perspective.

When she realized her strange communication device is casting, Phedre allowed herself a deep breath followed by a slow exhale. This contraption (that she inexplicably knows how to use) took minimal investigation as she decided exactly what shes going to do with this information.

Phedre was accustomed to writing her correspondence, and generally addressed a particular individual. Attempting the same on a larger scale was more daunting than she would have expected.]

Good evening.

[She hesitates, uncertain of how to proceed or even if that was the correct greeting. Was it evening? How did one tell with no sun to designate the passing of time? Or was it too many suns?]

Please allow me to apologize for my intrusion, but due to the nature of my situation I found it to be the best option available to me. I wish to inquire into our current circumstances, primarily that of the apparent lack of assistance upon the… Marsiva?

[The lilt she places on the end of that question is meant both for the name of the ship and for the question itself. She had already explored the many crevasses she could insert herself into, but the lack of people... So very much of her knowledge was often gathered through humanity. Such blankness told her little, beyond that this place was completely outside of her realm of understanding.]

Anything you could tell me would be greatly appreciated.