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[reflectedblight]

Who: Lark
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Paisley
When: Evening

[It's a grisly scene that the video opens up to. Lark sits in the kitchen of the Paisley on a table. Every surface around her (and visible behind her) is taken up by strips of meat. There's even some meat hanging up where she'd run out of surface. The elf herself also isn't the prettiest sight right now, there's smears of blood on her cheek and her shoulder appears to be a bloody and ragged mess of red fabric.]

I've failed to introduce myself officially. My name is Lark Mahariel, I come from Thedas. I'm in charge of communications on the Paisley and it's a pleasure to meet those of you I have not stumbled across on my own.

More importantly, I've spent the better part of the last couple days tracking and hunting one of the planet's predators, I suspect it's meat will make for good long-term rations, if anyone is interested; there's plenty. It's been cleaned and cured and is currently drying, but of you'd rather it fresh, feel free to get some now.

I also have the beast's armor if anyone has any skill with crafting.

[She starts to reach for the off button, but pauses.]

I...might also request the attention of a healer or someone similar, if one is available.

[If not...well, she's Dalish. She'd make do.]

(no subject)

[mortalcoil]

Who: Coil Lenn and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide (and private)
Action: The surface of Ikke
When: Early December

[Coil had been out in the snow for a while, but the cold isn't bothering him yet. his bare hands are obviously chilled, but his hood is up and he's bundled up to his nose in a warm gray scarf. and out beyond the settlement where the Red Fish is parked, where the snowfields are flat and pristine before scrubby stands of trees, he has been spending his time stepping very methodical paths through the snow. if someone had spied on him from overhead, they might have seen the huge geometric pattern that he was creating in the snow, but from from eye-level... it just kind of looks like he's wandering around.

eventually, he allows himself to take a break, sitting down on an exposed rock where the earth turns craggy and rises up out of the snow near the shrubline. there, he busies with his communicator--uploading notes and sending out a message or two with frozen fingers.

for a few minutes, his attention leaves the shapes that he'd been drawing in the snow... but if anyone happens to wander through and mess up his work, they'll pull his focus back in a snap.]

→ text - fleetwide
"Me"
purpose was to plant, dig, cull, butcher
was: asleep, blind
now: awake, can speak, free

"Sister"
caught "me"
has let "you" in

wake: sleeping ones
protect: whole ones
or: cycles will never stop

anyone else making notes??


→ text - to Asuka
see the snow yet ?