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[onlyanapple]

Who: The crew of the Pathstone and possibly, you????
Broadcast: Maybe????
Action: The good ship Pathstone
When: First wave augment hyjinks.

[All aboard the Pathstone, where they really don't need their augments to make them any more screwed up than they are, but there you go.]

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welcome wagon, paging welcome wagon

[dawnwillcome]

[Jove Lavellan is one hundred percent Not Lost. She knows exactly where she is, where she's going, and what she'll do when she gets there.

Except this isn't the truth at all. She's wandering through the Pathstone looking quite lost, trying to pick something for a landmark to get her bearings and pretty much failing completely. Skyhold was bigger than this, but at least Skyhold had familiar architecture. It was a castle, yes, but something she knew.

Space is new. It's not exactly something she loves all that much, either. Someone help.]

welcome!?!??!!

[amarant]

[ Actually, she isn't in the sickbay for once... Augment malfunctions have her a bit more upbeat than usual, so there's a little kid reading a book in the dining area, as she's been slightly more likely to do as of late. ]

Oh, the welcome food must be yours, then.

[dawnwillcome]

The... welcome food?

[For a moment, she's thrown by how normal that sounds after everything else. Food to welcome someone to a new home, that makes sense. Living in space, not so much.]

Surely it isn't only for me.

[amarant]

It is for you.

[ Idly flips to the next page. ]

I had mine when I got here, a while ago.

[dawnwillcome]

I don't suppose you'd like to help me eat it? Space travel leaves me with little in the way of an appetite.

[amarant]

Um...sure, if you don't want it.

[dawnwillcome]

Perhaps while we're eating, you could fill me in on what I can expect on the ship. It's all still a little odd to me.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley is here for the shitty pudding, still giving off pheromones like you wouldn't believe. He's been good enough to avoid his crew since the...fun with Tek, but he will not miss out on the siren call of pudding.

He wanders past with an idle wave, picking up a pudding cup.]

'Lo, welcome to the most half-arsed ship on the Fleet, you must be so happy.

[dawnwillcome]

[She had wondered what those were all about, and now that Crowley's claimed one she's watching closely to see what he'll do with it.

The pudding is absolutely the only reason she's paying such close attention to him. It has nothing to do with how handsome he is, or the fact that she feels oddly compelled to move over to where he is. Luckily, she can pass that over as picking up a pudding cup of her own.]

I can hardly contain myself, in fact. It may turn out to be quite the problem.

[onlyanapple]

[He hopes this thing wears off, soon, it's getting weird. ]

I hope you're good at problem solving, then.

[dawnwillcome]

Quite good, as luck would have it. I suppose that's why I've been designated an engineer for this ship.

[onlyanapple]

Ah, so you're here to make everything work better for us, and/or fix stuff when it inevitably breaks.

[dawnwillcome]

And be shouted at if those repairs don't hold up, most likely. And now I've got a very important question for you.

[Not at all about why he's so attractive or anything, don't worry. Instead she holds up the pudding up, because what the fuck.]

What is this?

[faithfulwisdom]

[Another day, when his augment malfunction wasn't bringing out the worst of his melancholic and dramatic tendencies, Finrod might have provided a fine welcome to the most dysfunctional ship on the fleet.

But not today. Today, Jove will find him during her wanderings through the ship. On one of the moons, he'd picked up a harp and he was idly strumming it as she walked into his line of sight. Slowly, he stops picking at the strings and offers her a nod and a feeble smile.]

Should I wish you welcome, then? Are you to join our little crew?

[dawnwillcome]

[Well aren't you sullen. She stops where she is and turns to smile at him, glad to see a familiar face.]

I'll happily accept a welcome, and yes. It looks as though you'll be stuck with me.

[faithfulwisdom]

[Just a little. But he'll pull himself together in the presence of a Lady, naturally.]

Oh, I would hardly phrase it like that. More that we are blessed with your presence. I fear it is you who are stuck with us. [He stands (and if she hasn't realized yet that he's tall, it should be readily apparent now)] Have you been given a tour?

[dawnwillcome]

[Blessed with her presence. She's just about to protest that, put as much distance between herself and any kind of hint of divine-ness that she can, but then he's standing and she's admittedly quite shocked. And she'd thought Solas had been tall for an elf.]

I- no, I haven't. If it wouldn't put you out, I wouldn't say no to one.

[faithfulwisdom]

[Admittedly, he's a little surprised too. He knew she was short, but the difference wasn't quite so obvious until he stood. But it's not that shocking, he supposes. He and his family tended toward the abnormally tall side, even among other elves of Arda.

Without missing a beat, he sets the harp down and offers her his arm.]

It would be no trouble at all.

[dawnwillcome]

[And now she's even more uncertain because when has anyone ever done that, offered her their arm? Inevitably she thinks of Orlesians and their propensity for things like this, but this isn't nearly as insulting as it could have been in Orlais. So she just goes with it, as awkward as it feels to lay her hand on his arm. Maybe in time it will feel more normal? She'll hope that, at least.]

I can't imagine I'd be a burden on you too long, the ship does seem rather small.

how did I miss this???!?

[heresyandlace]

[Tek's little augment glitch has him feeling good, feeling alert, picking up all the small things that he's usually too bored or lazy enough to notice. so, a new little presence lighting up in his ship catches his attention quickly.

she isn't left to wander long before the dragon strolls out of his office to track her down.

and he grins a little when he finds her.]

Oh... it's you.

I don't know but I'm glad you found it >:E

[dawnwillcome]

[And there just isn't much about this that's pleasant at all. Her clan stayed as far from humans as they could, but that doesn't mean she's any stranger to being hunted. The creeping feeling of someone watching her spreads up her back, and when she turns at the sound of his voice and sees him, it's difficult not to feel uncomfortable.

She wishes she had a staff. She doesn't need it to cast, but having something in her hands to hold onto would keep them from clenching and releasing at her side, telegraphing how little she likes this.]

You live here as well, then?

[heresyandlace]

I do.

[he'd guessed that she'd be fairly easy to read, but she manages to project herself even clearer than he'd hoped. it's reassuring, really, and he doesn't try to hide the fact that he glances down at the tension displayed in her hands.

folding his arms, he leans lightly against the wall, perfectly at ease.]

I'm the captain, actually. [neglecting to mention Crowley oops] ...And I don't think we've properly introduced ourselves, have we?

[dawnwillcome]

[It isn't that he's particularly intimidating, or even that she's afraid, really. Her magic will be more than enough to keep her alive and if worse came to worst, she could open a rift and trap him in the fade. Easiest would be to hit him with lightning, or freeze him solid.

The problem is she has no desire to make enemies here, and she'd like to avoid a confrontation, but he seems quite determined to show up and put her on edge. Her titles give her power, Inquisitor Lavellan, Herald of Andraste, but that's another thing she'd like to avoid having to use. Still, thinking it lets her stand taller, hands relaxing at her sides now. Her fingers are spread the smallest amount, ready to fry him if he tries anything.]

Jove. I've been assigned as the engineer.

[heresyandlace]

[he simply delights in all of the tiny, veiled details in her expression. at least she seems sharp, interesting--even though he guesses that they likely have very little in common.

he's never let that stop him before, however. a little conflict can be so much fun.]

Oh! We don't have one of those yet. Fantastic.

And you may call me Tek. Apparently, I'm some sort of 'personnel support' officer. [he nods back down the hall, in the direction of his room.] Which is why my name is on that door.

[dawnwillcome]

[Curiosity has always been her downfall, and that doesn't change now. Personnel support is a title she's never heard before, and she wants to know what it means, what it is that Tek does on this ship. If they're to be in such close quarters, with him apparently acting as captain as well, it's something she should know.

She notes his room with little interest, but keeps any comments about not needing to ever know where he sleeps to herself. It would be petty, get her nowhere. There's no reason to make the tension between them worse.]

What is it that a personnel support officer does, exactly?