1st Blight - Video and action

[bryces_pup]

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.]

Comments

[openhands]

[Cassandra's eyebrows raise a little at Cousland. Well, this isn't the Cousland that she's heard so much about, but since when is that anything new? This place can't even seem to bring along the Hawke she knows.]

It is quite alright. It is an unusual circumstance for most.

Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast.

[bryces_pup]

Thank you for understanding. I would certainly hope no one's used to this nonsense.

[And if she could, Riona would meet her with a double eyebrow lift. Once for the title, and once for the family name.]

A Seeker? And a Pentaghast at that. [Who hasn't heard of the Pentaghasts? And actually, Cassandra's name itself rings a distant bell, though she can't quite place it.] Can't say I've ever met either, though admittedly, Nevarrans are scarce on the ground in Ferelden and it usually doesn't bode well if you have business with a Seeker.

[openhands]

And I could say that I've never met a Cousland before.

[She hesitates here, uncertain of whether or not she should extend condolences for what became of the Couslands or not. Who is to say events unfolded the same for Riona? Never mind pity has never had much use for anyone. Cassandra chooses not to say anything on the matter then unless Riona brings it up.]

I suppose this is a day of firsts.

[It's a forced substitution, but at least she came up with something else to say.]

[bryces_pup]

We don't - didn't get out of Ferelden too much, certainly not as far as Nevarra. I've heard it's a beautiful country, though. [Bryce was a bit of a homebody. It stings still to remember it.]

I could go without the "got kidnapped and dragged into this ridiculous nonsense in space" first, quite frankly.

[Like, really. Could they not?]

[openhands]

[Eh, it's alright is Cassandra's opinion. She knows now that the Nevarra she knew growing up was never the country that actually existed out there, but it's still difficult to hold a favorable opinion after years of seeing it only from the limited perspective of her youth.]

Unfortunately, there is not much that can be done about that for any of us until Atroma sees it fit to return us.

[bryces_pup]

Is there a rhyme or reason to when we're returned home?

[openhands]

There does not appear to be, I'm afraid.

[bryces_pup]

Of course not. [It's muttered under her breath, but the expression on her face says more than enough.] How long have you been here, Seeker?

[openhands]

Many months now. [She pauses to think of it. She kept close count in the beginning, but it's been so long...] Ten, I believe.

[bryces_pup]

Ten? Maker's blood. Do people typically stay that long?

[openhands]

I believe there are many who have been here for longer.

[bryces_pup]

...well that's a cheery thought to hold me over for tonight.

[openhands]

I apologize that it is not a more...desirable answer, but I will not lie to you for the sake of comfort.

[bryces_pup]

No, it's all right. I prefer the truth. Thank for you telling me, regardless.