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driftfleet2016-01-10 07:30 pm
bryces_pup) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-10 07:30 pm
Entry tags:
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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[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.
;;
Everyone loves Kairi. It would be almost impossible not to. I don't know that I've ever met someone so genuinely good and kind and purehearted. I miss her a lot, but I know she missed home even more.
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[She doesn’t say anything for a minute, seemingly focused on preparing the meat.]
It is difficult, especially when you know they aren’t going back to anything good. Kairi, at least, has friends waiting for her when she returns. Others aren’t so lucky.
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Well, anyway. It was a privilege to know Kairi, even for a short time.