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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...]

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[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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[It's inevitable on this ship that someone is going to eventually come into the kitchen. This time, it's Beverly. She stops at the sight of Riona... do they have another crewmate already? The week has gone so quickly, she forgot to check the shuffle. Of course, there are enough visitors in and out here that the woman could just as easily be a friend of someone already here.]

Ah... hello? Can I help you?

[Her tone is warm, not at all accusatory.]

[Riona was seriously considering going and seeking out the crew of this ship, knowing she would inevitably have to meet them. Introduce herself, get acquainted with them, so on and so forth. In the midst of her considering how to go about that, Beverly came in.

Blinking, she turns around and finds her there. She straightens up instinctively, grateful that the woman seems to be kind and not assuming she's intruding or somesuch.]

Ah, perhaps. I was just assigned to this ship today. As a communications officer. [She says the title slowly; it's foreign to her and doesn't quite make sense.] I was just brought here and I wasn't given any instruction or indication as to where to go or with whom to speak.

So far as I am aware, we can only communicate to those aboard the Fleet, and not to those from our homelands. [ she hasn't tried, personally, but even reaching someone aboard a neighboring ship can me difficult with how finicky the devices are. ]

For what it is worth, you need not fear anyone causing panic at home - time seemingly halts once one is brought here. It is... [ she furrows her brows. ] A bit complicated, but it is the most assurance I can offer.

[The first bit is... what she expected to hear, as much as she didn't want to. It would have been too easy. Even still, her heart sinks, and her mind begins to think of something to do next, some other recourse of action to take.

However, the next part? That surprises her. She lifts her eyebrows in surprise, understandably a bit skeptical about what she was just told. Even as much as she wants to believe it.]

Time just... stops? Is it some kind of magic? How do you know that?

[Normally she would try not to barrage someone with questions, but this is too important to her to stand on politeness.]

[She sighs.]

They have a tendency to do that to you. I'm sorry none of us were around to greet you.

[She sticks out a hand for the other woman to shake. Provided that's how they do things in her world anyway.]

I'm Dr. Beverly Crusher, one of the medics on board.

I do not know the cause. [ it may or may not be magic, it could just be a trick of the mind, it could be a lot of things but she has committed to none of them. she knows that it is true though. ]

Many have informed me, and I myself witnessed it once already. I had been brought here previously, nearly a year ago, and when I was somehow returned home - everything was as it had been when I left.

As you can see, they were insistent on bringing me back, and I can only assume time once again remains unchanged back home.

What lovely hosts we have.

[Said with the most polite, endearing sarcasm she can manage.]

But it's quite all right. It might have been a little overwhelming to have a welcoming party, honestly. [It gave her a chance to take in her surroundings without having people staring at her and talking to her.

A handshake is not a foreign concept to her, though it's not one she's done often. But she only hesitates a brief, confused moment before she reaches out and shakes her hand, careful not to grip too hard (she was still wearing her gauntlets).]

Pleased to meet you. I'm Riona Cousland. [She withholds her married surname, at least for now. The Theirin name is too well known and she rather people - especially her kidnappers - not know that she's tied to it.] It's good to know there's a healer on the ship. Do we see combat often?

[Riona would hardly have accepted it based on the word of others, but with the stranger's assurance that she experienced it herself, she felt considerably better. She heaves an audible sigh of relief.]

That's... I can't even express how huge of a relief that is to know. Thank you for telling me. It'll make staying here a lot easier. [She smiles sympathetically.] Though I am sorry you got brought back a second time. I wonder why they even sent you back the first time if they intended to bring you back.

Not often, no, but it does happen.

[She eyes Riona's armor. It'd be more or less useless in the sorts of fights they see.]

I take it you are a warrior of some sort yourself?

[She nods, looking a tad concerned as her brow furrows. Occasional combat, and they rid her of her weapon? What sort of idiocy was that about?]

I am. I'm a Grey Warden, actually. Though I... don't know if that means anything here.

[Allen steps into the kitchen to grab a snack before getting back to paperwork. He had heard someone in the kitchen- the sound of armor. At first he figured that perhaps it was Robb, but when he steps into the kitchen...yeah, pretty easy to tell that's not Robb]

Ah...hello?

Of course. [ she smiles softly in return, pleased to hear that she can at least abate her worries even a little.

to the woman's apology, lioriley shakes her head. ]

I know nothing of our captor's way of thinking, so I can hardly parse a sensible reason to send me - or anyone else, for that matter - back and forth as they do. But... this place is not so terrible, for what it is. There are wonderful people here that I am sure you will meet soon enough; their presence makes this far easier.

[By the time Allen arrives, Riona has worked up the nerve to pick up some of the food and give it a tentative sniff. Admittedly, it... sort of smells like actual food. Beef of some sort, with a spice she can't identify. She freezes when she hears someone coming into the kitchen before getting over her panic and slamming the food back down onto the plate, rattling it.

She turned to greet Allen, her posture a little stiff, and her expression wary. Still, she tries to remain polite.]

Hello. I apologize if I shouldn't be back here, but I was just transferred to this ship and I wasn't sure where to go. Are you a member of its crew?

[Riona listens carefully, taking in what Lioriley had to offer by way on information.]

Well they seem good at masking their motives and means. I suppose I can give them credit for that. [However begrudging the praise.]

That is good to hear, though. I know something about making friends in unlikely circumstances and places. Are there many people here like us? It seems like there are a good number of ships.

[Wow, that was...some reaction. Allen gives her a small smile and gives a "calm down" motion with his hand]

Ah- don't worry, you're fine. The kitchen is open to any of the crew.

[But that's right, it was shuffle day wasn't it? He hadn't checked the roster yet]

But yes, I'm part of the crew. I'm Allen, the first mate. What's your name?

[...she was being a little jumpy, admittedly. Maybe. She takes a deep breath, willing herself to relax. Reminding herself these people were in the same mess as her.]

Pleased to meet you. I'm Riona Cousland. Communications officer, whatever exactly that is. The first mate is... similar to a lieutenant, no? Right hand to the ship's captain? I'm afraid I'm not terribly familiar with rank on a ship. Sea-faring or... not sea-faring.

[Ah...another communications officer? That made three of them now? Well...he'd be hoping for a cook, but what can do you do....]

Nice to meet you, Riona! And that's right, in terms of ranks, I'm the second-in-command. Sokka's the captain. Though don't think you'll have to address us by any titles, we're fine being called by our names.

There are many, brought from worlds I have never heard nor could even dream of aboard these ships. This time around, I am on the Bishop, where a good number already reside - I can only imagine the other ships have grown larger still in my absence.

Have you been assigned a ship yet?

[ she'd heard that someone new had arrived, but it's just now that katara is spotting her as she pokes her head in through the door to the kitchen. ]

Oh, hey!

[ katara pauses with a smile, lingering in the doorway and lifting one hand in greeting. ]

Welcome to the Blue Fish?

[ assuming, of course, she's the new shipmate and not a visitor. ]

[Well, she mentioned the Maker so he's just gonna make an educated guess here. ]

You are from Thedas.

[Hi, hello, howdy.]

[Sokka makes it a point to greet EVERY new arrival to the ship. It's important, making everyone here feel at home. Feel safe and happy. He'll wander over, smiling a little at her expression. ]

I know, it kinda sucks, but until we get a cook on board, it's the best we can do.

[He offers a hand. ]

Hey, welcome to the Blue Fish.

[The augment or whatever it was told her the same thing, but there was something about hearing it from another that really made it sink in.

Different worlds. Her people barely understood their world; it was almost overwhelming to consider there were different planets out there, filled with people and their own history and share of problems.]

It certainly sounds like a learning experience to be had. Admittedly, I'm still having a hard time absorbing all this and believing it's real.

I have. The Blue Fish, I believe it's called. I'm assigned to be a communications officer, though I hardly know what that entails.

[She's nodding, taking it in and committing the names to memory. If she'd been part of a more normal military regiment, she might have balked at the lack of use of titles. Luckily, she isn't so it hardly phases her.]

I can appreciate some informality. Are there many on this ship?

[Riona had been in the middle of examining the refrigerator, awestruck at the appliance. It remained cold, all by itself!]

Damn, we need one of these back home.

[She straightened quickly when she heard Katara's voice, whirling around to see who had jut come in. It took but a brief moment for her to get her thoughts back on track before she returned Katara's wave.]

Hello. And ah, yes, apparently. Thank you. They just deposited me here a moment ago. I take it you're one of the crew?

[She glances over her shoulder at Sokka. At least it wasn't just her who found the food odd. Though it did beg the question, then: why serve it and not real grub?]

Is it actually edible? It really doesn't look it.

[She takes his hand and shakes it.]

Thank you. I just arrived. Apparently I'm a communications officer?

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