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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]

A few days to week. There's a bar on the Iskaulit, but there's no shuttles on the Marsiva to get around on. You have to wait for your ship assignment.

[ofkirkwall]

[ Exasperated Hawke's head drops, the picture of a impatient child rather than the 30+ year old woman she truly is. Waiting has never been something she was especially good at. ]

What a cruel fate that has befallen me. I'm sure to go mad before a week is out.

[neverknight]

[With an attitude like that, it's a little bit too much like being around... well, the sort of people he's usually around. He can't help but have a chuckle.]

Maybe. I somehow managed to survive. Just think of how good it will be after a few days of going dry.

[ofkirkwall]

It's been more than a few days! Weeks! [ She's blowing it all a little out of proportion, but it easy to focus on the dramatics of her lack of alcohol than the reality of her situation. Space, information she barely remembers learning, memories previously forgotten resurfacing with a vengeance. ] Ah, but this is my lot. I now choice but to accept it.

[neverknight]

Somehow I feel you're exaggerating things just a smidge.

[ofkirkwall]

I'd never. [ Yes she would. ]

[neverknight]

... not complain? [A helpful conclusion to her sentence.]

[ofkirkwall]

There is only a few joys left to me in life, complaining is one of them. And perhaps drawing on a friend's face with black in while they sleep.

[neverknight]

You never really worked past the teen years, did you?

[ofkirkwall]

They are what saw me through ten years worth of demons, abominations, and a knight-commander trying to kill me.

[neverknight]

Kind of a professional hazard, isn't it? [Fifteen years of clones, Sith, inquisitors, and legions of stormtroopers has kind of drilled the same kind of attitude into Kanan. Go figure.]

[ofkirkwall]

Definitely. [ Ah, someone who understands. Today is a good day, lack of booze notwithstanding. ] Helps with the sanity, and it keeps everyone else on their toes.

[neverknight]

Up until someone gets too distracted thinking of a clever one liner to duck and cover.

[Which may or may not have been a thing with Ezra in the past. Heroing is hard enough without bringing kids along.]

[ofkirkwall]

[ Is it bad she can imagine that with almost perfect clarity? Because she can, and not because she may or may not have had something similar happen to her in the past. So she laughs, shaking her head slightly. ]

There are dangers to being the only funny person in the room, after all.

[neverknight]

This is clearly important to you. But hey, the important thing is you're taking all of this in stride.

My name is Kanan, by the way. I'm on the Pathstone.

[ofkirkwall]

When you've lived a life like mine, all you can do is take the weirdness in stride.

[ Or act as though it is all some sort of giant cosmic joke. ]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Kanan. [ See, she has manners. ]

[neverknight]

[he would have never guessed.]

And you were... Hawke, right? Well, welcome to the fleet. You'll probably be here a while.