002. ( video/action )

[ofkirkwall]

Who: Hawke & you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: SS Caprine.
When: Now.


[ For some mysterious reason Hawke has seated herself in the one of Caprine's halls, legs crossed with a small cleaning droid in her lap. Oddly accepting to it's capture by scraps of paper torn up and dropped for it to clean up. Adorable little thing, even with it's lack of fur and slobbery demeanor.

She flicks on her video feed just in time to catch a particularly high pitched noise from the droid, whirring as some of Hawke's on purpose littering flutters off some distance from her spot. Without missing a beat the droid escapes her lap to clean up before continuing it's scheduled patrol. ]

Hawke here, today I have another question for the Fleet... [ What will it be this time? She already knows where the bars are. ] Say you were missing a large slobbery companion of the canine variety─ missing him so much it is as though your heart was breaking apart every moment your companion was not present to dig holes or scare the life out of unsuspecting thieves ─how would you go about retrieving said slobbery companion? Or am I doomed to be without him for the rest of my natural life?

[ Don't break her heart further guys. ]

Comments

[theirinurpants]

[ See that is not what he meant. ]

Okay, first, please don't call me that. [ He didn't even know this woman was from Thedas, sheesh, they're hiding around every corner! ] And second, that's not what I meant! Of course you can't replace your dog, but what's the harm in making friends with another?

[ofkirkwall]

Should I call you something else then? Your Grace? Your Magnificence? Lord Cheesey? [ She is particularly fond of the last one herself. ]

There... well there isn't a problem, not really. [ She could try to befriend another dog. ] It won't be the same.

[theirinurpants]

Um, Alistair? Just Alistair is fine, really.

[ No titles, please. ]

But, I understand. I mean, the fact of the matter is, we're far from home. Far from... everything that's familiar.

[ofkirkwall]

Alistair, then. [ Another moment, she thinks, waiting to see if recognition sparks only to see that well... it doesn't. Ah, right, the whole mess with timelines and such, he might not have lived through his delightful visit to Kirkwall. ] I'm Hawke, in case it wasn't clear, formerly known as that bloody Fereldan woman or Champion of Kirkwall.

[ That clearly explains everything, doesn't it? No, not really. She tired, that should net her something. ]

The mud, the cold, the distinct smell of wed dog in the afternoon. You don't get much of that in space, no clouds or long stretches of dirt plains.

[theirinurpants]

[ Yeah, nope, no recognition here. ]

A Fereldan in Kirkwall? Did you run from the Blight?

I mean, I never thought I'd actually miss the mud, but I do. There's too much metal here. And darkness. I miss the sun.