Hammer 8 1370 dr

[child_of_bhaal]

Who: Syeira and YOU!
Broadcast:Fleetwide
Action: Around the ships or elsewhere for soup delivery. Then the Space Bar.
When: Some time after the 6th for soup. Any evening pretty much for the Space Bar.

[video]

So I know a lot of people are getting sick, and I know that chicken soup is something a lot of people recommend back home. So I wanted to make soup, but I couldn't get any actual chicken, so I got fish. It's been tasted and called not bad.

So um. I have soup. If you're sick.

[This sounds really lame now that she's saying it out loud. Ah hell.]

Robin, I'm bringing you some. And anyone else I know who's sick. You're getting some.

[You people are taking this fish soup.]

So I'll...be around...with soup.

[Action]

[She goes to Varric's bar because he announced his first. And it is very comfortable for her tastes. She finds herself a table, and gets a pint of whatever. Then she starts drinking. For a more petite girl, she drinks very very well. And she'll be there a while. Until they ask her to go. She's really not used to bars that have closing times.]

Comments

[dancingmd]

Not too serious, but odd, certainly. It infected many who should not have been able to get a cold, myself included.

[child_of_bhaal]

[Oh that's interesting.]

You're supposed to be immune?

[dancingmd]

[She nods.] We cured the cold decades ago, so I'm vaccinated. Now, if I were the only one who got sick who shouldn't have, I would assume it was a strain that the vaccine couldn't deal with - but I'm not. It has effected other species and even mechanical beings who should be naturally immune to any disease, not just colds.

[child_of_bhaal]

I wonder if that might be something to do with Atroma's influence then.

[Just one more minor sin to lay in the pile at their feet.]

[dancingmd]

Perhaps.... it's hard to say how much power they weild in this galaxy. No one ever seems to recognize the name or know what we are when we come through.

[child_of_bhaal]

Well, more I mean these.

[She taps behind one ear.]

If they can tell me how to shoot energy bolts from my ship, I can't imagine they couldn't make people sick. Or at least, think they're sick.

[dancingmd]

Oh, I don't doubt that they could and I don't doubt that they would, but in this case the Surrit do have a cure for the disease and seem to find it perfectly normal that off-worlders are getting sick here.

[child_of_bhaal]

Even those who are constructs? I should think that couldn't be normal anywhere.

[dancingmd]

You mean Vision? You’re right, it’s not normal, but… it’s not impossible either. My friend at home who is an android proved to be susceptible to one particular disease that theoretically should only infect organic beings.

Either way, it’s something Allen and I are both investigating. We have samples of the disease, as well as the cure, in case it ever crops up again.

[child_of_bhaal]

[Her eyes are wide at the explanation. It's far more involved than she'd expected, far more impressive too.]

I don't know who Vision is actually, but all the rest sounds like you're right on top of everything. It's nice to know we're in capable hands.

[dancingmd]

Thank you. I simply hope it's not something we ever encounter again though.

[She takes a sip of her drink and winces a bit as it burns down the back of her throat.]

I'm sorry - this isn't exactly bar talk is it? I'm afraid I'm not very good at shutting my mind off to these things, here.

[child_of_bhaal]

I completely understand. It's hard to not think about it, when you're in the middle of it.

Hmm, something lighter then. Umm. [Oh there's something!] That necklace is lovely. Was it a gift?

[dancingmd]

[Well. Sort of lighter. Still she smiles fondly and touches the pendant, which is a spiral seashell.]

Ladon gave it to me, not long before he left.

[child_of_bhaal]

You're friends with Ladon?

[Present tense. He may be gone but not forgotten. And his name brings a smile, maybe a little sad at the edges.]

It's a lovely gift. He's a very kind person.

[dancingmd]

He is. I miss him a lot.

[Hopefully he's happier away from the fleet though.]

[child_of_bhaal]

Me too. Did you know he made me pancakes once? Never had such a thing before in my life. Haven't since actually. But they were amazing.

[dancingmd]

I didn't know he cooks! But I'm not surprised he did that for you. Perhaps we can make some one day, in his honor.

[child_of_bhaal]

[She smiles, warm and happy, but with that edge of sadness one gets when they miss someone.]

I'd really like that.

[She drinks her ale, and then shakes her head in a determined fashion.]

Quick pick something to talk about, I'm about to drag us back down to far too serious and sad things.

[dancingmd]

All right. Something light.

[That she can most definitely do. With a mischievous grin, she leans across the table towards Sye, chin in her hands.]

Got your eye on any special someone in the fleet?

[child_of_bhaal]

[Unexpected turn of events!

Syeira's eyes go a little wide and her cheeks go pink. Being a redhead is terrible when you're embarrassed.]

Me? No. No, no. No. That would be-

[Irresponsible. Foolish.]

I uh, don't really um...[She'll just...sip some more ale.]

[dancingmd]

Mmm-hmm.

[Beverly raises her eyebrows expectantly and sips her own drink, watching Syeira over the rip of her cup.]

What's their name?

[child_of_bhaal]

[Syeira has endured a lot. Grief, loss, more loss, torture, even Hell.

But Beverly has touched on the one point in her dam that is leaking. And tapped it just so. As in, not at all subtly. Her mug is set down, elbows on the table and her fists over her eyes. Here comes the flood waters.]

Finrod. Adrasteius. Anders. Hawke, before he was gone. Robin. Aw, hell. There's... more but those are the worst.

[dancingmd]

[Beverly chuckles and reaches over to gently pull one of Syeira's hands away from your face. Poor girl.]

There's no need to be so embarrassed you know. In fact, I'd say you have very good taste.

[Well, mostly anyway.]

[child_of_bhaal]

It's terrible! I mean, it's easier with most because we're friends and we joke around. I know of that day anything, they don't actually mean it. And Adra is very like a parent sometimes.

But Finrod's the worst. He's so courtly and tall and handsome and kind and educated. Like what people think princes are like.

[dancingmd]

He is rather attractive isn't he?

And trust me, Finrod would undoubtedly be quite flustered if he heard this.

[Which is all the better.

Beverly is evil.]