[ you don't have enough money. ]

[spellsteal]

Who: Belthazar and... you!
Broadcast: Y
Action: Y, on the surface or on the Goldstone if you like
When: Anytime while on trashplanet

[video;]

[Belthazar looks annoyed when he appears on the feed, his ears pinned tight against black hair.]

I'll keep it short and to the point: I'm looking for new kitchen accessories and I need suggestions on where to find them. A few things were missing or not up to standard in the ship's kitchen when I took over, and I'm frankly tired of it. I need better things.

[He pulls out a piece of paper.] I'm looking for a new can opener, metal whisks, baking pans and sheets, glass dishes, stainless steel bowls, an extra large roasting pan... and a potato peeler. What kind of person lives without a peeler?

The planet is awfully disorganized, so I haven't had much luck so far.

[He huffs.]

I have aspirations for Pilgrim's Bounty this year and I won't let this hunk of garbage ruin them.

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( action: an adventure in the world's worst ebay knockoff )

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[feelslikequiet]

Who: Cullen and... you?
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes, various
When: Early October

Video;

[The man in the video looks exceedingly uncomfortable, right from the get-go. Just because on some strange level this broadcasting thing actually makes sense doesn't mean it makes sense. He rubs at the back of his neck with one hand, clearly a nervous gesture, and clears his throat before finally getting on with it. And doesn't actually look right at the camera, because that would be too much like admitting he's actually hoping for something to come of this.]

...right. Hello out there, I suppose. My name is Cullen, and if that means anything to any of you out there, I would appreciate hearing from you. More than I can possibly express.

To anyone else out there, I-- It's a pleasure to meet you. [He pauses, realizing the absurdity of that statement.] ...in a way.


Action; Alloy Lake

[Cullen very much appreciates a bit of peace and quiet when he can steal it, although the opportunity so rarely presents itself. There's always some report or drill or crisis needing attention. For now however, short of the vague notion that he's got to find a way out of this madness and back to Thedas, there's finally a chance for a break.

Find him seated on a rock at the side of the lake, away from the vacationers, just staring out over the water.]


Action; Iskaulit

[Since he hasn't yet found the Interfaith Centre in his wanderings, here he is, kneeling in the Meditation Room. The candles scattered around the room and the general air of peace had reminded him of a Chantry, enough that when only a very small number of people remained, he'd taken the opportunity to recite a piece of the Chant of Light. Threnodies, to be specific.]

There was no word
For heaven or for earth, for sea or sky.
All that existed was silence.
Then the Voice of the Maker rang out,
The first Word,
And His Word became all that might be....