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driftfleet2016-01-10 07:30 pm
bryces_pup) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-10 07:30 pm
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1st Blight - Video and action
Who: Riona
Broadcast: The entire network
Action: On the SS Blue Fish
When: After the weekly shuffle
Action on the Blue Fish
[You've got an armored lady on board, Blue Fishies. Unarmed, of course, but that makes her all the warier as she glances around uneasily. Too much of this is foreign to her. The fact that there's something in her head telling her what some of it is makes it worse. Like the taint in her telling her when darkspawn were near, but much more potent and a lot more invasive. So having the armor on may seem unnecessary, but it's all she has and it makes her feel a little safer. Much like a child clinging to a stuffed animal. A metal one that could break a jaw.
She moves over to the food set out, scrunching her nose at it. Maker, none of it looks right. Not that Fereldan food was the be all and end all of fine cuisine, but at least there were recognizable ingredients in it. This was... not food.
Her upbringing obliged her to at least take some and try it. Though she was relatively sure that her lessons didn't account for being kidnapped and offered not-food to her...]
Video
[So after settling in and having had time to take stock, Riona finally feels comfortable in attempting this messaging thing. With any luck, someone else from Ferelden - or Thedas even - got brought here as well and could perhaps explain a bit more what was going on.
Or, honestly, just conversing with someone else from her world would be a relief at this rate.]
Assuming this isn't the worst drunken stupor or dream in history - and I'm still not entirely certain it isn't - I understand I am to be here for some time. And that I am to work on this ship [The word is said with a hint of skepticism. Ships float on water, not fly.] in that interim.
Maker's breath.
[She heaves a sigh.] Okay, fine. Well, no, it's not fine but it seems I have little recourse in that regard right now. I mean, did you really have to take my sword and shield? I don't use it willy-nilly.
Anyway, is there... truly no way to send word back to our homes? Not even a message? [Her next words are considered carefully.] My absence will be noted very quickly, and likely would cause a panic amongst certain parties. I only wish to avoid that. [And stop her husband from launching a huge search campaign for her.] Any help you can offer would be greatly appreciated. Thank you kindly. [She forces a polite smile before she fumbles with the device, finally getting it to shut off after a moment's struggle.]
Broadcast: The entire network
Action: On the SS Blue Fish
When: After the weekly shuffle
Action on the Blue Fish
[You've got an armored lady on board, Blue Fishies. Unarmed, of course, but that makes her all the warier as she glances around uneasily. Too much of this is foreign to her. The fact that there's something in her head telling her what some of it is makes it worse. Like the taint in her telling her when darkspawn were near, but much more potent and a lot more invasive. So having the armor on may seem unnecessary, but it's all she has and it makes her feel a little safer. Much like a child clinging to a stuffed animal. A metal one that could break a jaw.
She moves over to the food set out, scrunching her nose at it. Maker, none of it looks right. Not that Fereldan food was the be all and end all of fine cuisine, but at least there were recognizable ingredients in it. This was... not food.
Her upbringing obliged her to at least take some and try it. Though she was relatively sure that her lessons didn't account for being kidnapped and offered not-food to her...]
Video
[So after settling in and having had time to take stock, Riona finally feels comfortable in attempting this messaging thing. With any luck, someone else from Ferelden - or Thedas even - got brought here as well and could perhaps explain a bit more what was going on.
Or, honestly, just conversing with someone else from her world would be a relief at this rate.]
Assuming this isn't the worst drunken stupor or dream in history - and I'm still not entirely certain it isn't - I understand I am to be here for some time. And that I am to work on this ship [The word is said with a hint of skepticism. Ships float on water, not fly.] in that interim.
Maker's breath.
[She heaves a sigh.] Okay, fine. Well, no, it's not fine but it seems I have little recourse in that regard right now. I mean, did you really have to take my sword and shield? I don't use it willy-nilly.
Anyway, is there... truly no way to send word back to our homes? Not even a message? [Her next words are considered carefully.] My absence will be noted very quickly, and likely would cause a panic amongst certain parties. I only wish to avoid that. [And stop her husband from launching a huge search campaign for her.] Any help you can offer would be greatly appreciated. Thank you kindly. [She forces a polite smile before she fumbles with the device, finally getting it to shut off after a moment's struggle.]
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I am. I'm a Grey Warden, actually. Though I... don't know if that means anything here.
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[Hazarding a guess from the style of her armor.]
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Oh no, I'm no knight. But knights can be in the Grey Wardens. Along with... well, literally almost anyone. [As long as one had talent, and could survive the initiation, the Wardens weren't picky.]
I'm from Thedas. That wouldn't happen to ring a bell, would it?
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As a matter of fact, we have several people from Thedas with us here in the fleet... [Small frown] Not as many as we used to. The Blue Fish's former security officer was a man from Thedas - Hawke? [She asks with both hope and apprehension. She doesn't know what became of Hawke after he left here.]
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Do we? That's a measure of relief, though I pity they're trapped here with me. [When Beverly mentions the name, Riona smiles apologetically and shakes her head.] I'm afraid I don't know the name. [In about another seven years she will.] You said former? Has he just recently left?
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No, Hawke has been gone for months now. We were good friends so I was hoping… well, anyway. [A quick, reassuring smile.] Of those still in the fleet, I know Anders, Cole, and Jove, if any of those names ring a bell?
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[She really is. Hawke sounds like a Fereldan name, but Ferelden isn't a small place.
She shakes her head again. None sound familiar. If she had come here just hours later in her world, she'd have known Anders.]
No, I'm afraid not, but if they're Thedosian I'll probably reach out to them at some point or another. Are any of them on this ship?
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Thank you for the offer. Perhaps in time. There's just... so much to take in. There's nothing like this back home.
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[She eyes Riona's selection of food.]
In the meantime, I think I can probably come up with something a little better for us to eat than "Generic Protein Blob Number 64."
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Is... that what it is? [She has no idea Bev is exaggerating a tad. That's what she honestly believes it's called.] It even sounds awful.
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Fortunately - [She opens the crisper drawer, pulling out some odd-looking, yet still appealing red fruit and what looks like some sort of leafy greens, which she lays on the counter.] We have plenty of fresh vegetables on the ship from the gardens, and also salted meat from the planet, unless you’re vegetarian?
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She watches Beverly pull out some food, and her eyes light up.] Now that's a little more like it. And that box keeps them cool? [She can feel the cold air coming from it and it absolutely boggles her. But in a good way, for once.]
I am not sure what that is so I don't think I am? I'm certainly not going to say no to salted meat. [Fereldan through and through.]
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[She tilts her head towards the fridge.]
And that's called a refrigerator. It's a machine that keeps things cold, like a cellar. The bottom drawer there is a freezer, which will keep the food fresh for even longer than the fridge.
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[Totally going over and opening every drawer in that fridge, poking around in everything.]
This is incredible. If we had a trove of these in Ferelden... [Food wouldn't be such an issue. The people weren't exactly starving right now, but with the Blight having destroyed acres of farmland, they certainly found themselves with less of it. But it wouldn't be so problematic if the food didn't go bad so quickly.]
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[Deathroot doesn't make for a good time.
She goes digging through the freezer drawers until she finds what she believes is the salted meat. She pulls it out, smiling at the sight.]
Now here's something I didn't think I'd be seeing for some time. [She glances over at Beverly, suddenly realizing:] ...and I completely forgot my manners. You're not the ship's cook and you're offering to make me a meal. Would you, ah... like help?
[Riona is not a particularly skilled cook. Growing up as nobility, she never learned how. What little she's picked up was on the road, over campfires, not in any proper kitchen.]
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[She smiles.]
That would be lovely. Are you comfortable working with meat, or would you rather chop these greens?
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[Basically if you wanna trip balls, eat deathroot. Or deep mushrooms. Those will REALLY fuck you up.]
I... can chop the greens. [Said with the hesitation of a person who hasn't really done this sort of thing. But she figures chopping up plants is safer than touching that meat.]
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[Sensing Riona’s uncertainty, Beverly seeks to reassure her while she lays out the greens on a cutting board.]
All you need to do is chop off the stems here, then cut the leaves into bite-size pieces. Don’t worry about trying to make them all even or anything like that - we just want them to be easier to eat.
[She reaches into one of the cabinets and takes out a large bowl.]
Just put them in here when you’re done!
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She nods at her instructions, picking up a knife and holding it up enthusiastically. This can't be too hard, right? Like, she's handled weapons like this before, and no one's getting stabbed this time. Well, just the greens and hopefully not herself.
She lays out the vegetables and starts chopping them as she was told. Her movements are slow, unpracticed and inexperienced. But the greens are getting cut so she considers that a victory.]
What exactly do you have in mind to make?
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Oh, I'm sure there's some fancy name for it... [Something French no doubt. She smiles to herself, at the private joke.] I'm just going to sear the meat, make a little sauce, and put it on top of the greens. Nothing very complicated.
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But that sounds delicious. I've never made a meal that didn't involve a campfire.
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I don't really cook much at home either - my grandmother taught me how, but our technology is such that cooking isn't really necessary, especially living aboard a starship. I got back into it because of one of our former crewmates, Kairi. She was a wonderful cook and an even better person.
[SPACE DAUGHTER ;;]
excuse me while i go lay in a pool of tears
[She tries to picture it, but it's just... outlandish to her.]
That's lovely someone inspired you to get back into it, and I'm sorry I didn't get to meet her. She sounds like someone I would have liked.
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