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one ; he's a transponster!

Who: Merrill & Fenris
Broadcast: {video} Fleet-Wide
Action: Anywhere on the Marsiva (they may split up we'll see).
When: January 14th

{VIDEO} ;

[ The video switches on to reveal— well okay it's an arm, covered in leather, chainmail and white fur, but only because the communicator's taking a moment to get pulled back, and only because there's more than one person trying to use it.

Or more than one elf, with pointed ears and both faces intricately covered in tattoos as the biggest clue. Merrill's markings are as dark as her short, braided hair and Fenris's are as light as his (there might even be a glow). Contrarily, perhaps, she looks much more cheerful in her greeting, but there is still a level of heightened stress to her tone. ]

Yes, hello! It seems we landed in the wrong time. World, actually! Now you promised, since the war's over. Can we speak to somebody in the Initiative? Where are our— Um—

[Merrill doesn't get to finish her sentence, as Fenris wrests control of the communicator from her. He looks decidedly less friendly, in fact, he looks just about ready to punch someone in the face. Hard.]

Our weapons. They are missing. [He jabs an annoyed thumb in Merrill's direction, whose irritated sigh can be heard off-camera.] I understand she likely disrupted the transporter. Just open up another one and send us back to Kirkwall. Now. I have no intention of staying on your blighted moon again. [A pause, a disdainful look around.] Or wherever this is...

[Actually, this looks distinctly non-Initiative. And it's definitely not United Earth, either, he remembers their holding pens, and this is not them. Where the heck ARE they? He doesn't have long to ponder or even let someone answer before there's another sound from Merrill off-camera; a gasp.]

There's something on you! Hold still.

What? What is- NO! Don't you touch me. [He may tolerate you existing in his life now, Merrill, but that doesn't mean you're allowed to touch him with your magey hands. He turns around a couple of times, trying to find...whatever it is on him, his hands tapping around his back until...oh he has a thing on his neck. WHY DOES HE HAVE A THING ON HIS NECK??

His fingers close on it, and he tries to yank it off. If you ever wondered what would happen if you tried to take your Augment off, wonder no more. Fenris gives a pained, frightened yelp, then curls into a horrible, shuddering ball on the floor, muttering horribly in Tevene. He's somewhere in the horrible recesses of his own broken mind right now, don't mind him.

Off-camera: ]

All right, I won't touch you.

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[Wow guys. Kaneis recognized Merrill, and...well, Fenris was a face he's seen around. But hey, Merrill! He was about to say an almost happy greeting when...Fenris does that]

Uh-

Is he okay?

[ :D :D :D ]

Kaneis! Oh, he's fine.

How nice to see a familiar face. What happened whilst we were away?! I had thought it all over. We should be in Thedas! When did the Initiative come to build ships like this? Was time changed again?

[ THAT IS NOT HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO. ]

Edited 2015-01-14 21:00 (UTC)

[WELL, IF YOU SAY SO MERRILL...he's not about to offer that crazy medical treatment anyway. So he'll just side eye in the direction of Fenris on screen before looking at Merrill]

Heh- whoa. One question at a time, Merrill.

[Since wow that's a lot. He pushes a lock of hair behind his ear]

Anyway, as far as I know- this whole thing? Isn't the Initiative's doing. It's some guys called Atroma this time.

Atroma?

[ Something that sprung up in place of the Initiative? Or the UE? With time changed, that doesn't mean everything couldn't go to pot again, it could just go a different route, with different names. ]

Atroma used the transporters to bring us here? I didn't see one after we woke up.

Well, you were probably unconscious when they used...whatever tech they use. I don't really know all that much about how they do things- they don't show themselves much.

How helpful.

[ She is teasing, since she's happy enough to see a familiar face. ]

Where are you at?

Heh, sorry.

I'm on another ship- the SS Wonderduck. Right now you're on the Marsiva, their mothership or whatever. You'll get assigned to another ship in a few days.

What do you mean, assigned to a ship? Where is Earth?

Somewhere far enough away to be on none of my star charts, I can say that.

Thing is, we're in a fleet of spaceships. It travels from solar system to solar system.

So we are always on star ships?

[ NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. ]

My feet will be cold for eternity!

[He gives a little chuckle; wow girl your priorities]

You know, you could try wearing shoes. Or even socks!

Sometimes we visit planets, and waystations. Right now we're at this one planet with a forest and a spa. You can check it out once you get assigned to a ship.

I have the boots that Christopher gave me for the winter, but I would never cover the bottoms of my feet!

[ She tilts the camera down to show off the furry boots! He can't see, but the bottoms are missing. Then the communicator's back on her HELLO. ]

I have to wait? Isn't there a shuttle going there now? I have assisted on a shuttle before, I ought to be allowed!

[ LET HER AT THE DIRT AND TREES. ]

Wait- why not? Is that some elf thing or just- a Merrill thing?

[But at leas they're cute boots!]

Sorry, I'm afraid you're stuck for now. But don't worry, it should only be a couple days.