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[ofkirkwall]

Who: Marian Hawke & you.
Broadcast: Fleet wide
Action: MARSIVA, aww yeah.
When: Now, until shuffle.



[ Maker's balls it is cold.

Waking up in strange places isn't so unusual in Marian's Hawke's life, she's fairly to it by now, so she barely bats a sleepy eye when she rolls over and curls in on herself. Half mumbled words tumbling from her lips in a incoherently mess, fingers curling around whatever they can grasp in a desperate attempt to conserve heat. This continues for a good few moments until the woman manages to roll straight onto the cold metal floor. ]

─Aahh! [ There is no better way of waking someone up than a quick drop onto a cold floor - well... a bucket of water would have done as well, but thankfully there are no buckets to be seen.

It has her awake, alert as someone still gluggy with sleep can be, mope of black hair strewn about this way and that. Heart thundering in her chest a hand raises to rub the sleep from her eyes, jaw lock in evident irritation. ] Stupid Wardens, how is anyone supposed to sleep in a cot so small... [ The realization comes slow, the metal walls of the ship close enough to blurred vision to make her think she's still in Weisshaupt waiting for old men to pull their collective sticks from their asses. ] Never thought I'd miss camping out in caves─Hello...

[ Ah, there it is, that little light bulb that flicks on and says "This isn't Weisshaupt, Toto" - or it would if Hawke had any any who or what Toto was. Regardless she inhales sharp and reaches for her staff, smooth wood a comfort as she uses it to stands herself up. ]

I see we've gone to the Grey Wardens school of decor. [ A bit boring she has to say, rather bland. No dirt, no drunkard puking his guts out in the corner, no wet dog smell. Frankly it is kind of disappointing.

Once her bearings are gather it takes Hawke all of a few moments to start snooping, trying to find something - anything - to tell her where exactly she's managed to find herself now. Eventually her combings finds her a device, odd little thing that she promptly starts playing with legs across upon the very bench she woke up on. A few hours of poking has her come to a few conclusions, one; this thing is weird, two; she can swear she has seen something like this before, and three; she can talk to people on it. At least she thinks she can.

A wild guess as her flick the feed on, though the camera is at a slight angle, all smiles and more than obvious bed hair. You'd almost have no idea that she is perhaps a little rattled by all of this with the way she looks. ]

Good morning, or is it afternoon? Honestly I have no bloody idea, I tried to fun the sun but it seems that I have misplaced that alongside of almost everything else. No matter, I'm sure it'll all turn up somehow.

I'm Hawke, by the way - best to get introductions out of the way early - and I have two very important questions to ask you... [ Trailing off the screws up her nose slightly before shaking her head. ] Is there a bar nearby and how can I get there?

Comments

[neverknight]

Yes.

And you get the wonderful task of waiting to get there. Welcome to space. You must be new to it. [Only landed people get that disoriented by a lack of a sun to follow.]

[ofkirkwall]

[ The very thought of waiting earns something of a dramatic groan from Hawke and her head hanging sadly for extra effect. ]

I'm used to weird. [ It is considerably familiar but thoughts for another day, those. Beer is more important to her sanity right now. ]

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[merchantprince]

[That's a voice he hasn't heard in years at this point. Varric's breath catches. He's half-expecting to be asleep or something. Usually nothing fazes him, and yet-- and yet-- there's the ungraceful sound of something being knocked off a desk and swearing.]

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[merchantprince]

[He mashes the button to switch the feed, just to be sure. Thank the Maker. She's safe... for now.

Relief is plainly visible like the stubble on his face, though part of him is cautious too.]

Hawke! Maferath's balls, sure took you long enough. I've already opened a bar. Without you.

[bryces_pup]

[AS A PROUD GRAY WARDEN Riona would agree entirely with Hawke's assessment of the decor. Though she likes to think they would have added a few Warden symbols to spruce it up a tiny bit...

Hawke. In her time the name is not famous yet but she recognizes it. Hadn't Beverly mentioned having a Hawke in their crew once upon a time? Though Riona swore she said Hawke was a man...

No point in bringing that up. But between that and this Hawke's very Fereldan accent, clearly she's from Thedas.]

There is in fact a bar but you won't be able to reach it yet. All newcomers are stuck on the Marsiva - the ship you're on - until the shuffle.

[ofkirkwall]

[ FERELDEN PRIDE!!! And as much as she does like some of the Wardens they really have a poor sense of decor, very very poor.

The other woman's accent catches her ear quickly, it's been a good few years since she has heard it after all. Ears too used to the sounds of Free Marchers than the country of her birth, it's refreshing. ]

That is just cruel.

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[wolfuncaged]

[The game of Brand New Hawke is starting to get old for Fenris. Still, he's missed having Hawke; any Hawke, around, especially knowing what the future could hold. She's talking about the Grey Warden's through, so that must mean she's one that survived. Thank the Maker.

Look, she even gets a smile, lucky, lucky her. ]

Hawke.

[All the hellos and I've missed yous are there in her name, just hidden under verious levels of Fenris-ness. ]

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[ofkirkwall]

[ For a moment she stops breathing, for a moment she does nothing but stare. Fenris, Fenris. Something sorrowful finds it's way to her expression, thoughts and memories flicking across like a excited mabari pup. Leaving him behind to travel with Stroud, apologies sitting on the edge of her tongue as that massive demon loomed in front of them - the sparks of machinery and the look on his face.

Not the same, Hawke reminds herself forcing a smile and shifting to lean against a wall. ]

Ah, Fenris. Been here long?

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[dancingmd]

Hawke?

[Said with clear recognition, as if they ought to know one another. Beverly's full of mixed emotions: she's surprised, yet she's not really all that shocked that this is possible and she's thrilled to have Hawke back in her life, but of course... this Hawke has no idea who she is, which is... difficult.]

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[ofkirkwall]

Hawke.

[ Should surprise her, she thinks, but it doesn't not really. Rings familiar in ways that she doesn't really want to focus on, stranded on this ship with no ability to leave it. Woe is she, bereft of the shitty ale she desires so much. ]

The one and only─ [ A beat. ] ─unless you've met my brother Craver. He isn't here, is he?

[ Don't be so hopeful to see that tit. ]

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[unconfines]

[There is a short-lived moment where he tries very hard to pretend that Hawke is a very common name and Fereldan a very common accent, or that this could, in fact, be the sister Hawke mentioned only very rarely.

But it's impossible to hold onto. The wave of recognition from the others is enough on its own, but more than that: there are speech patterns and mannerisms that are too viscerally Hawke for him to ignore. She is— familiar and unfamiliar all at once, and it makes his insides feel a little bit like drywall.

Hawke had said that he made a pretty woman. Anders is pleased and sort of nauseous to discover he'd been right all along.

He wants to ignore this. Pretend he didn't see it for as long as possible, or until someone literally forces him to be in the same room with reality. But he's not doing that anymore, the running thing. He's trying not to, anyway.

He hovers between using video and just leaving it on audio, but in the end he decides he's more convincing with the sum of his parts. He cranks the cheer as high as he can manage it, the best defense he has, smile bright and brow cocked. She'll recognize him, he knows that, but he doesn't know yet what to expect. From her or himself.]

Alas, so close and yet so far. Not to worry, though, we'll be sure to keep the best of the worst drink set aside for you.

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[ofkirkwall]

[ Varric and Fenris are one thing, people she adores, people she misses with each staggering beat of her heart. She can deal with them, keep the cheer and painfully Hawke mannerisms in place without so much as batting and eyelid. Been doing it for years, after all, she's something of an expert at it now.

But Anders? It breaks, all of it, the smile and the cheer and the humor. Every piece of defense she has crumbles before he opens his mouth, before he starts speaking and she has to acknowledge he is actually there. Living and breathing.

She thinks of running, entertains the idea of switching off the device, it'd be easier wouldn't it? Ignore him, ignore the pain of how her heart broke amongst Kirkwall as it burned. But it's too late for that. Forces herself to breathe instead, unseen hand curling into a tight fist. ]

Isn't that kind of you.

[ It's impossible, she can't do this. Can't smile as if nothing had happened. Can't hate him but can't forgive him either. ]

[dawnwillcome]

[It's almost too much to hope for after the last Hawke who arrived being entirely the wrong gender, but... well, there's a sense of familiarity to this one, so Jove does hope. After Solas returning, it seems to be getting easier to allow herself to.]

I'm afraid you'll be disappointed for a few days, the bar isn't on that ship.

[ofkirkwall]

Inquisitor! How lovely it is to see you!

[ Recognition is quick, desperate for something to provide some level of distraction from the skittering thoughts racing about her head. Feels like she needs that bar more than ever now. ]

A terrible decision on their part, there should be a bar on it. Two even. And a room full of mabari pups to pass the time with.

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[goodjob]

Glad you got your priorities in order. [There's some irony in her voice, but it's not really directed at Hawke.]

No bar, I checked. Nothing good to eat either; it's basically a hospital.

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[ofkirkwall]

Seems like I'm the only one who has. [ Is she disappointed in the lack of drinking facilities upon this ship? Yes, yes she is. ]

... I take it breaking out is impossible.

[ She's never liked hospitals, or clinics. ]

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[save_the_souls]

[Hawke...now that's a familiar name. Hawke had been the Blue Fish's security for a long time. Allen had been quite fond of him. And this woman...she looked and well- acted quite similar...]

Ah...sorry if this is rude, but do you have a brother named...

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[save_the_souls]

[--Crap. Wait. What was his first name again????]

3/3; Done

[save_the_souls]

....Hawke?

[NAILED IT]

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[heavenonearth]

[ cas is hanging out in his bunk, utterly destroying a baggie of miniature chocolate chip cookies, when he hears a nearby voice - someone speaking over the network, he gathers (it's all still pretty new to him, too), he pops his head out of his bunk to listen.

i mean, he could just as easily listen on his own device, but he's old fashioned, and she's.. right there, anyway. ]

If you find one, share with the class.

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[ofkirkwall]

[ At this point she is beyond glad for the distraction, putting down the device to get to her feet with dramatic stretching and all. ]

My good man, I will cry it to the very heavens when I find it.

[ She might just do that too, considering her penchant for making scenes. ]

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[brainiest]

[ Some words capture Hermione's interest before anything else - Grey Wardens, Hawke, things that prickle at her memory. She hesitates for a moment before she leans forward into her feed, summoning her memories. ]

It's nice to meet you, Hawke. My name is Hermione Granger. [ This is where it might get tricky. ] Do - do you know someone named Cullen...?

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[ofkirkwall]

[ What are the chances she speaks of the same man that Hawke thinks she is? ]

Was he tall, blond, wears and overly fluffy cloak?

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[tallasaking]

There are two bars actually.

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[ofkirkwall]

Two? Oh sweet Maker, I must have died and gone to your side.