+1.5: Free Time Event

[hopefullyyours]

Who: The Crew of the Huntress
Broadcast: ??? IF YOU WANT???
Action: Here and there on the Huntress
When: Whenever!

[It's a nice ship, isn't it? It's definitely a nice ship. It doesn't matter if it's a nice ship to other people. It's a nice ship to him.

What a nice ship.]

Comments

[hopefullyyours]

Right, but... [Komaeda shifts stances subtly, moving into one that's marginally more confident.] Is there something specific about your culture that makes it more profitable than it normally would be? Normally things only get really, um, hazardous when something major is on the line, right?

[merchantprince]

Nope.

[He looks bored now.]

[hopefullyyours]

.... Um, if you don't mind me asking, what on earth is motivating these people then? [He's having a hard time understanding why people would just randomly decide to kill each other. Either Varric is leaving things out, here, or he really doesn't see anything wrong with the whole thing.] Taking a life isn't something that's taken that lightly, is it?

[merchantprince]

[LMAO POOR KOMAEDA. Of course, Varric is being a bit obtuse just to piss him off.]

Money is important to people, kid. And dwarves love money. Humans love money too-- why do you think people get their coins snatched, or end up clubbed in the back of the head and held for ransom?

Money.

I don't know what goes through people's heads when they order a hit on someone. All I know is this: you screw someone bad enough on a trade deal, they probably want to get even.

[hopefullyyours]

[He's less pissed off and more completely terrified of the person that's supposedly their security officer, not that it shows. Everybody keeps telling him no more mutual killings are going to happen, that it's safe here, that people need to work together... but he knows how fragile that kind of peace is from intimate experience. He smiles. It's a little wild-edged.]

Ransom? I mean, I was held for ransom once, but I was let go. [Be... cause nobody was alive in his family to... pay the ransom for him....] I guess people do get a bit strange about money, but it's never been much of a... [It's always been sort of a consolation prize, if he's honest, for all the other bitter draughts his luck has forced down his throat.] I mean, I guess I can't say that, can I? I've always had enough of that stuff. [He folds his arm over his waist and wonders, a little distantly, if people can truly be thrown into despair because of money.] I suppose it's not my place to say.

[Komaeda wonders to himself what Naegi would say. He wonders what any of his classmates would say.]

[merchantprince]

[You should be terrified, Komaeda. He'll talk you out of your pants.]

That's... uh, good? Most people don't make it out alive.

[Komaeda's showing a little bit of his weird side here, and Varric just sorta mentally backs up. He's bitter about something. The last thing Varric wants to do is trigger a rant.]

I think what it comes down to is that your world is just too different. That's fine.

[hopefullyyours]

[Komaeda would probably win them back in a freak wind storm.]

I think the main challenge was that nobody was really around to pay the ransom except I myself, so... quite a logical puzzle, isn't it?!

[Here, Varric, have a little spurt of some more crazy before he reins himself in and goes back to the main point in discussion.]

I think it's different, but maybe I'm just looking at things the wrong way. Maybe it's been like that the whole time and I just never noticed. [He looks at Varric like he's a million miles away, standing on a very cold planet indeed.]

[merchantprince]

[Varric blinks. That's... yes, this kid is definitely a little crazy. Great. A crazy kid on a ship full of other kids who are slightly less crazy. This should be fun.

He looks vaguely concerned.]

That's... something. Getting kidnapped sucks, so I feel you there.

Anyway, let me know if you see something dangerous around the ship. I'll take care of it. [He hopes he doesn't regret that offer.] I've got things to do.

[hopefullyyours]

[Komaeda gives a quiet little smile. It's not a particularly sad expression, but it's also not quite happy either.] Right. If I discover a weapons cache, I'll let you know.

It was nice to meet you. Thank you for allowing me to spend time on your ship. [He nods and starts to sliiiide away. The way he moves is at definite odds with how tall he is, but he makes it look less awkward than it could, at least.]