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oo1; accidental video/action

Who: Alistair and YOU?!
Broadcast: Fleetwide; mostly accidental.
Action: On the Marsiva!
When: Now? Now. Sure, now.

Teagan? Teagan! [ The man on the camera is young, handsome, and looking a bit put out to be where he is. This isn't his castle! What is this place? He's also sort of looking away from the screen, not fully aware he's broadcasting. He mostly thinks he's talking to himself. ]

Okay, hah hah, very funny, you've had your joke, now where are you? And where am I? I'm sure I've got a very important meeting with someone who will be very angry when I don't show up - not that I care much if I'm making the Orlesians angry, it's sort of funny when their faces get all red and they start trying not to swear, but still...

Have I been kidnapped? Has someone kidnapped me? I'm pretty sure kidnapping the king is treason. I can have your head for that. [ He doesn't sound so much angry as... vaguely confused and disoriented. ] Off with your head. Whenever I figure out who you are, I suppose.

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Different versions?

[ Ugh, this is going to get more complicated, isn't it? Ugh. ]

Solona Amell, of course.

[Oh, honey. You have no idea.]

As far as I understand it.

[Another Amell. Though his sounds like a woman.

...

Don't you even start. Don't you get jealous. It's stupid and you know it.]

Case in point. I've heard of an Amell being that Warden as well, but the one I heard about was a man. Or at least a mage without a bosom, as it was put to me. Point is, if you hear the other Thedosians talk about events that don't line up with how you remember them, that's why.

Really? Weird. And... wrong. So, so wrong.

[ Alistair frowns, confused. ]

So... this man, he stopped the Blight in your world?

Ah, no. Not in my world. In the world of the poor dwarf who had to explain all this nonsense to me when I first got here.

[She used Varric's world as the example instead of hers to avoid any uncomfortable questions being asked.]

I think he responded to your post here. You can ask him to clarify, if you'd like.

So, what, did you have an entirely different person stop the Blight? Or...

[ He's not asking Varric about this, Riona, he's asking you! ]

[But she was trying to avoid having to talk about her Thedas which... failed miserably, clearly. Now, she's going to have to choose her answers very carefully from here on out.]

Yes, it was a different person. [...she wants to leave it at that, but he'll ask, so why bother?] Actually, it was, ah, me.

[ Unfortunately, Alistair isn't that clueless. And, well. What are the chances she'd be able to keep it a secret for long. ]

...Oh.

...was I still there?

[ Part of him hopes he was, because he'd rather be a Grey Warden, fighting the Blight, than anything else. But that would also be really weird, too. ]

[...a girl can dream?

She nods at his question; there's no point in lying. And she's not sure what to say. She's afraid of offering too much information that could lead to a much more awkward conversation. That and she's not entirely certain how he's going to react.]

[ That's the most awkward silent agreement Alistair has ever been party to. Something is Not Right about this whole thing and he can't figure what it is. ]

So... we were friends? I mean - the me you knew? Know? This is strange.

[She almost wants to laugh. Not the amused kind, but the kind where it's either laugh or burst into tears. Because he's spot-on and yet so far off the mark at the same time. And there's a little part of her that's tempted to just be upfront about the whole thing and tell him the truth. It might make things easier in the long run, rather than have to keep up with a lie. And it might be the smarter thing.

But she can't. She's terrified of what he'll say or how he'll take it, and she dreads answering the questions that might come with the confession. She's afraid he'll want nothing to do with her because she'll look like a creep (really, a stranger telling him that she's his wife in another world? A little unsettling) And he's just arrived here and that's not something she wants to dump on him so soon. Will she be able to hide it forever? She didn't know, but she had to try for as long as she could.]

Yes. [Not entirely a lie.] We met at Ostagar and traveled together to stop the Blight.

I'm sorry I acted like I didn't know you, but it didn't seem right to drop that right on you. 'Welcome to the fleet! You've been kidnapped by a nebulous organization from space. Oh, and by the way, I know you but you don't know me, because we're from parallel universes! Any questions?'

[ He still feels like he's missing something. If it's just that they were friends, why does she look so distraught, so torn up inside? This is awkward, sure, but to look at her it's almost as though - he died, or something.

He hopes he didn't die in her world. ]

That's all right. I just don't want to make you uncomfortable, or anything.

You don't. I mean, it's definitely a little weird but that's no one's fault but Atroma's. Probably just take some getting used to.

[That's, uh, one way of putting it.]

Do I - this must be twice as odd for you, since I'm a stranger. If I make you uncomfortable, let me know. That's the last thing I want.

Honestly, you probably won't. I mean - I'm sure we're friends for a reason, right? Why can't we be friends again?

[And the hand on her thigh deepens into a vice grip, one she's reasonably sure could draw blood from how hard it's digging into her skin. She's never been so grateful for all her mother's drills about schooling her emotions and appearing the calm, collected lady. Of course, those lessons were given to brush off subtle barbs and unwanted words, not... this. Her mask isn't perfect, but at least it's preventing her from having a complete breakdown.

"Smile, darling. Always smile." And that's what she did.]

I see no reason why we couldn't. Of course, we'll have to find something new to bond over, now that we don't have a Blight over our heads and a colorful band of miscreants following us.

[ Well, it's a start. Right? ]

They might not be following, but I'm sure there are plenty of colorful miscreants here.

Oh, most definitely. I can attest to a few on my ship alone. though of the mostly harmless sort. They're a good crew. [Now that gets an honest smile out of her. She's with good people.] Though it's not quite the same without Oghren stumbling around and Zevran making you or Wynne enormously uncomfortable with his innuendos.

Well I don't miss the innuendos!

[ It's a little weird to hear her talk about the people he knows like she knows them just as well. But he'll overlook that for the moment. ]

I miss the rest of it, though.

But they were so informative!

[And endlessly entertaining for her.]

I do as well. As hard as it was at times, looking back, I wouldn't trade it for anything.

[Though she lost so much to get to that point, she gained quite a bit from it. Things she never would have had if she stayed in Highever.]

In your Thedas, did... everyone come out of it okay? After the battle in Denerim and all?

Yes, I mean, our little group of misfits, everyone is fine. Probably even Morrigan, but nobody knows where she ran off to.

Ah, did she make a sneaky exit after the battle as well?

[And was it for the same reason?]

Sneaky is one way of putting it. Or - poof. Like a witch.

[Ahhhh, good to know that Alistair and Morrigan's intense dislike of each other spreads across all universes. Despite everything she's feeling, she can't help but laugh a little.]

She never hid that fact. Oh well, her loss. She missed a great celebration feast.

[Of course Riona feels much more strongly and is far more conflicted about Morrigan's disappearance than that. However, she's not sure if Morrigan left for the same reasons in Alistiar's version of events as hers. And she really rather avoid explaining that ritual to him if it could be helped.]

It was all right. I mean, the food was good. And I didn't flub my speech.

[ That's basically his idea of a success - not making himself a laughingstock. ]

You didn't! I think even Teagan smiled and his face didn't crack. You're a worker of miracles, you are.

[ It's so weird that she remembers that as well as he does, and yet, he doesn't remember her. ]

Er, well. I mean, I just memorized it.

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