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Hammer 8 1370 dr

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.]

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If you need some assistance in distributing the soup, I would be happy to help.

[Beverly comes to Varric's theoretically on business - though most of her admittedly small supply of synthehol is going to Crowley's bar, it wouldn't hurt to gauge Varric's interest in it as well.

But really, she could use a drink. A real drink. Drinking alone, however, is no fun, so seeing Syeira, she decides it's time to make friends and walks over to Syeira's table, her own drink in hand.]

Mind if I join you?

[While the sleek black-and-neon bar may be a little more to her personal aesthetic tastes, Space Bar clearly has the character. And the characters to fill it out. And Varric does tell a great story, even if she's never actually spoken to him directly. He doesn't need an introduction to make an audience.

She's wandering in from her own rounds of the Iskaulit when she stops by for a drink of whatever dubious beverages the guy's slinging, and a vaguely familiar redhead is what brings her the rest of the way to the bar, forgoing one of the mismatched stools to lean against it.]

You're from the Red Fish, right? I don't think I ever got your name.

[She'd stopped by, once or twice. Visiting Zhas, that one time she had to drop off a plastered Coil. She'd seen the woman in passing, but never up close. May as well ask her about Zhas.]

Cassandra.

[And there's a bright smile. Hi friend!]

I'd love the help. And the company.

[She looks up from her glass, and gives Beverly a warm smile, gesturing to the next available seat at the table with an open hand.]

Of course, please. It's always better to not drink alone.

[Sye gives the other redhead a gaze that says she recognizes her, but not much else. So that gaze is followed by a polite smile that clearly won't be turning away the introduction request. It's rare to have people come onto the Red Fish who don't live there. So this lady is one she'd like to know, for certain.]

I don't think I got yours either. I'm Syeira.

[That smile gets one of approximately the same caliber in return. Polite, interested at least a little.]

Natasha. I'm friends with Zhas. And Coil.

[Is friends really the right word for someone you just occasionally beat up local thugs with...?]

You mind if I join you?

[Zhas.

The name strikes a cord, and her expression crumbles for a moment as hurt, like grief, wells up inside of her. She doesn't let it over take her, but turns it away, outward, into empathy. This is his friend, and he's gone. Coil is still here, and he's wrecked.]

No, of course. Sit down. It's nice to meet someone else who is friends with them.

[She can see the obvious answer to her unasked question on the other woman's face. So, Zhas is gone-gone. Okay. Well, not surprising at this point, though maybe...just a little disappointing. She'd liked his attitude. Hoped he'd just taken a sabbatical.

Sitting, she wraps both hands around her glass.]

Thank you. I'm sorry, I have to ask--he's gone the way the others are, isn't he? Zhas.

[They may have a limited supply of cooking ingredients, but as far as Eugene's concerned, a local neighbourhood bar is nothing without something to munch on while you drink. So shortly after the first pint comes out, he makes his way over to the table with a bowl of house-made crackers, hand-broken into irregular shards but crispy and salty enough to balance out an evening of drinking.]

Here you go - compliments of the house. [He offers his hand.] Eugene Woods, cook in residence. Let me know if I can get you anything else.

As far as I can tell. It's the same as what happened to Nunnally and Nux and Iroh before him.

[She's sad, and doesn't bother to hide that fact, but she puts most of it away in that place inside her where she keeps all of her baggage that most people don't really need to be burdened with. It makes her tone low, but not broken or watery.]

Have you visited with Coil since then? He could really use support, faces he knows.

Syeira of Candlekeep.

[She's pleasantly surprised by the gift of food, and smiles up at the introduction. She actually stands, because where she comes from it's polite, and usually you're supposed to curtsy or bow.

But oh right, the hand clasp. It's a common thing with most people on the fleet, so may as well go with the flow. Be polite. She put her hand in his, firm grip. She doesn't actually shake because she's still not used to it.]

Or um, more properly, of the Red Fish these days. It's a pleasure Mr. Woods. Thank you for this. It's very kind of you.

I hope you have been well.

[She knows it's been a long while since Cassandra's had much contact with anyone from Red Fish, even the people she actually likes.]

[Beverly returns the smile easily and takes the proffered chair.]

We haven't talked in a while, so I'm glad I ran into you here.

[Fenris never really saw himself working at a bar, but Varric asked for his help, and he can never say no to that blighted dwarf. Still, it staves off his unease between planets and mercenary jobs.

He's milling around, collecting glasses when Syeira arrives. He recognises her face, though it takes him a moment to place her. His calibration. She'd been...decent towards him.

He walks over, offering a half smile. ]

Are you well?

[here he is, still kind of red-nosed and sounding as hilariously congested as ever.]

Aw, I got special mention. I'm flattered.

Still alive, at the very least.

[The smile is weaker now, but still present.]

How about you? Is your new ship treating you well?

[She only nods in answer. He wasn't exactly the loud type, but when her last few texts had bounced back with an error message, she'd had to assume. And Coil...well. Seeing him on the Iskaulit had been all the answer she needed. Her own voice is measured, carefully casual, though somber enough for the occasion. No signs of weakness, it's a rule.]

I saw him on the Iskaulit. Briefly. I've never exactly been good at condolences, honestly. They shared a homeworld?

[Maybe she should find a fight for him to pick.]

Well enough.

[Which is the diplomatic way of saying she wants to deck Tek on a daily basis.]

Tell me about it in person?

I am to. I feel like I haven't left my own ship in ages, to tell the truth.

[She's gone planet side, but there's been so much happening on her own ship she's been very distracted.]

What's going on in your world?

[She props her chin in her palm and gives Beverly all her honest, eager attention.]

They're family.

[It's more than being from the same place. She saw Coil at his most raw. She knows he's been wounded deeply. It worries her, and has brought her around completely from her opinion of him from months ago.]

[She...doesn't recognize him. Not exactly. He'd been a wolf when they'd met, so she gives him a searching look, genuinely trying to place him. Because he seems to know her, and there's something familiar about him.]

I'm so sorry. I don't- We've met, yes? I'm usually better than this.

Yes, you get special mention. Because you're the only one I saw not taking care of themselves.

[That's just about the last question Beverly wants to answer right now, so she goes with the safe response.]

I got the cold, so that was fun. [She takes a sip of her drink.] What about you? Did you get sick?

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