Jump in the line, rock your body in time (Okay, I believe you!)

[wolfehawke]

Who: Adalwolfe Hawke and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS First Breath
When: At least three to six hours after the shuffle


Action | Aboard the First Breath

Three hours since his ship-to-ship transfer and Adalwolfe has made progress. He's managed to find his room (more austere than his estate, but better appointed than the hovel in rural Orlais hiding from the Templars), don new clothes (surprisingly comfortable despite not being made of silk), and even managed to scrape together some serviceable food (the odd goop seemed entirely unpalatable at first but it's easier to prepare than anything else he's attempted so he'll take it.) Certainly progress, as he sees it. The next step is to explore the rest of the ship, familiarize himself with his post, and potentially the rest of the crew.

He hasn't run into anyone else just yet but it's not that big of a vessel so it's just a matter of time. He supposes if he actually tries, he could find someone. If he's going to be stuck here, he'd rather it not be without any contacts or friends.

To this end, Adalwolfe ties the arms of his charcoal jumpsuit around his waist to keep the bottom half up, adjusts his nondescript standard issue white t-shirt, and sets back out into the bowels of the ship not so much with a strut but actually exactly with that. If he was aware of the phrase 'fake it 'til you make it,' he'd also be aware that he's taking it to heart.

Because under the forced satisfaction with his accommodations and the acceptance of the unfamiliar clothes and strange cuisine, Adalwolfe feels completely and utterly alone in the blackness of space. The feeling had set in early on the Marsiva for all it's strangeness, and yes he knows why he's here and what this all is and that in and of itself is even more strange, knowing Thedas has nothing closer to travel in space than telescopes and yet here he is. He'd spent far too much time on the Hospitality deck just staring. Pondering his own insignificance, how everything that he's been through and done for Kirkwall, for Mages, for Thedas seems so small when he suddenly just knows how vast the universe actually is.

That's not the eldest son of Malcom Hawke though. He doesn't allow himself to drown in awe or fear of the unknown. No, Adalwolfe Hawke instead takes the dragon by the horns and forges onwards, best foot forward.

He peeks into every corner of the ship, managing to trip over the sometimes oddly placed railings and poles only once. In each and every room - minus the other living quarters of course, that would be rude - he takes a look around with just his head and shoulders in the doorway more to see if anyone is actually there than check out the room itself, but it's about 60/40.

Whenever he does find someone, he adopts a charming grin and offers up a greeting.

"Hello, I'm new. I thought I'd introduce myself."




Video | Fleetwide

[One day at a time.

Adalwolfe keeps having to actually tell himself to take things one day at a time because otherwise he notices everything new happening entirely too fast. Sure, the augment certainly helps out. He even has a job. Again not one of his choosing entirely, one he was roped into, but Communications Officer isn't so bad all things considered. At least he's not going to be constantly asked to rough people up even if 'could you talk to--' he imagines will be a common request. But a job will help to keep him grounded and focused and he's spent quite a long time since his arrival with his face in the broadcast controls and scanner arrays. Nearly two hours.

It's... probably time to familiarize himself with other aspects of his new life.

The truth is, not everything has been happening so fast. The Blight overrunning Lothering, that was fast. The explosion of the Chantry and subsequent Mage Uprising, that was fast. Waking up in space and being told he's now an passenger on an intergalactic voyage with millions of people watching the mortal drama as it unfolds, have fun? That's not fast, that's just weird.

Mostly he's adjusted. Or he thinks he has. He'd been popped onto a smaller ship from the massive one at the center of the fleet today, given his aforementioned position, and then left to his own devices. It leaves quite enough time for adjusting. He's a bit tired of adjusting. It's been half day on his new ship already.

But, as they say, one day at a time.

And on this day, a day that's not particularly special other than his change of scenery, Adalwolfe Hawke, the Champion of Kirkwall, Sends out a fleetwide message.]

Hello? I think I've got this working. Can anyone see me?

As I understand it we're all from different places, times, or even realities so I was wondering just how different all these places are.

[He leans back a bit in picture, fingers pressed together thoughtfully.]

I can tell you, Thedas is nothing like this.

Comments

In the bowels of Engineering

[tallasaking]

And that is when he will see a dwarf.

Different sort of dwarf, for as much as he has curly blonde hair he has pulled away from his face in a man-bun, a screwdriver in his stubby hand. He looks up, mismatched eyes of green and black blinking at Adalwolfe, stretching the scar that runs from his eyebrow, down across his cheek and down into his blonde and black beard.

One corner of the man's mouth lifts into a wry smile, and the dwarf salutes with his screwdriver.

"Well met, stranger. I am Tyrion Lannister, the ship's engineer. And who might you be?"

[wolfehawke]

Even if he is a slightly different sort of Dwarf, Adalwolfe doesn't seem to think anything of it out of the ordinary. After all, his best friend is a Dwarf and he's known many in Kirkwall even besides Varric. Bodahn and young Sandal, Javaris; he's met honest merchants and horrendous scoundrels alike. Dwarves are as varied as Humans and Elves in all things.

"Adalwolfe Hawke, communications. Well met, Serrah Lannister." He grins broadly, stretching the tuft of snowy white hair that graces his chin. He feels more at home already. "Out of curiosity, how long did it take you to get used to the food? It seems more like mash for old mothers without teeth."

[tallasaking]

The name ... actually gets Tyrion to blink. He knows a Hawke, oh, and does he want to know that particular Hawke better. Now, he's just going to arch both eyebrows and smile quizzically at the man before him.

"Hawke, hm? Any relation to Marian Hawke?" She never mentioned she had a brother. Neither did Fenris, for that matter. Certainly spoke the same. "Oh ... my friend, I am still not used to the food. However, a few clever chefs have learned to make it palatable. You are in luck, my dear friend Lily has mastered it quite well.

[wolfehawke]

"Not that I'm aware of," he responds with a shrug. Hawke isn't exactly a common surname in Ferelden, or Thedas entirely for that matter, but he's now dealing with entire worlds worth of names all muddled up together here in space so he doesn't give it much thought.

"And luck notwithstanding, I'll consider myself blessed if you Lily is the ship's cook." Especially considering he'd never really learned to do much more than the very basics. Growing up his mother had always done it and taught Bethany, and once they'd regained the Amell estate there were servants. Well, until he'd invited Anders to stay, then the servants had to go for safety's sake. All but Bohdan, who was surprisingly apt in the kitchen provided he had a stool.

"Otherwise I'm afraid I'll be resigned to a fate of unnamed glop for our time here regardless."

[tallasaking]

"Interesting ... " Tyrion leans back and puts the screwdriver down, to give the other man a more assessing look.

Then he smirks, "Not exactly, but she enjoys it, and we all benefit from when she is feeling creative in a culinary fashion. "She keeps us from starving to death - or just eating gloop, for that matter."

Video

[apurrstate]

Not like this, but it seems to share a few similarities with other places. Namely 'Earth' which happens to be where a lot of other people are from.

[Anders is sitting where he usually sits these days: at his desk in the med bay with his boots on his desk. He usually peruses the network and the various posts that cross it, but this one catches his eye for a couple of reasons. Mostly the mention of Thedas.

There sure were a good number of them here.]

[wolfehawke]

Anders!

[Hawke nearly falls out of his chair to lean into the screen.]

Thank the Maker, a familiar face, oh and you of all people. I must be blessed, for once.

[He's nearly overwhelmed, throat choked with relief.]

Are you alright? Did the headaches stop? Andraste's knickers but it's wonderful to see your face...

[Hawke sinks his chin down on his arms, looking into the screen not unlike a teenager would puppy-eye into a skype-call with their long-distance boyfriend.]

[apurrstate]

[And just like that, the small smile he'd been wearing falters and an awkward grimace replaces it. Ah, this again. Kitty said it never happened to her before, why did it always happen to him? And the way the guy was looking at him...]

Ah...right. Okay, I don't know if anyone's told you, but sometimes things happen in the wrong order to people here. Like my best friend, funny story, she doesn't remember me. Hilarious, right? Apparently there's a handful of people here who remember me because they know me in my future, but I haven't gotten there yet! Or...they know me because I was here before, apparently.

It's all very confusing. And apparently, that's what's happened here.

[He winces.]

Sorry.

[wolfehawke]

[Right.

That's.

That makes sense.

Adalwolfe sits up in his chair again, clearing his throat, trying to regain whatever composure he might maintain in front of a stranger instead of the man he'd dedicated the last seven years to.]

Right. Well. That was terribly awkward. Sorry.

[Had he said blessed? Cursed, more like.]

Let's sort this out a little bit then, at least. What year is it, when you're from?

video

[ofkirkwall]

[ It's the mention of Thedas that draws her, that small little flicker of hope that maybe it is someone that she'll recognize - maybe this time it'll be Carver - or someone that will recognize her. That hope is squashed quickly however, the man upon the screen certainly not anyone she recognizes and definitely not Carver. Hawke doesn't stay disappointed long, her free hand idly fiddling with a small silver chain around her neck as she settles on a easy smile. ]

Another from one from Thedas? [ Short laugh and she shakes her head. ] We seem to grow in number as quickly as we fall.

video

[wolfehawke]

Oh, did I miss someone?

[He gives an easy smile right back, hopefully not appearing as ill at-ease as he feels. With Anders not recognizing him despite their history - his future, Adalwolfe has to reminds himself - and the oppressive emptiness of space around them, Adalwolfe isn't feeling quite himself. But if anyone can at least give the appearance of rolling with the punches, its him.]

It's good to have at least someone with a shared context.

[ofkirkwall]

Oh, just a few.

[ With all the differences of worlds, in realities, at least some things stay the same. Rolling with each punch that comes flying towards them, hit blow that hits harder than the last but still they manage to keep standing, keep on going. ]

It would be even better if we weren't all over the place in the matter of time. Some of us remember the big hole in the sky, other does, it's terribly inconvenient.

[wolfehawke]

That is entirely and completely the truth.

[That punch lands, a double one considering what the hole in the sky lead to. It takes a bit of the wind out of his sails, but he makes an effort to still come across as genial.]

I remember the hole in the sky. You?

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[residu]

[ Well that's...sure a tall, white-haired dude Jihwan didn't at all expect to see see all of a sudden. He's upfront too, and as shaken and nauseous as he still feels about being in space, he can't really muster up more than an awkward nod as he stares, rather bluntly, at his new "shipmate."

He is not handling the teleporting well. Or whatever the hell happened between the Marsiva and First Breath. ]

......Nn.

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[wolfehawke]

[Oh dear, this man looks a bit green...]

Are you alright?

[residu]

[ Green, white, blue, Jihwan is all the colours of the rainbow. ]

Just...peachy. [ aka awful and trying to champ it. Is it working? ]

[wolfehawke]

Um. Perhaps we should find you some water. And perhaps your bunk...

[Please don't throw up on him, dude. That's no fun.]

Video

[sonofgold]

[Al gave the stranger a friendly wave.]

I can see you nice and clearly. It's weird, isn't it, if you've never used something like this before.

[wolfehawke]

Weird, but certainly handy! Much faster than letters and easier to come by than sending crystals.

[He's never seen one, but his father had mentioned it as something used in Tevinter and Anders had gone off about them as one more example of how Southern Thedas is denied the most basic of useful magics simply because of Chantry doctrine, though in Hawke's opinion that might be stretching the argument a bit thinly. There's no outlawing of sending crystals, just an inaccessibility due to relations with the north being rather spotty.]

I take it where you're from doesn't have these either?

[sonofgold]

It's pretty great, isn't it? We have radios- those are two-way voice communicators- but nothing nearly this advanced. And space travel? The idea would be completely unheard of.

[wolfehawke]

It's the same with Thedas. We haven't even explored the entire planet yet, much less sojourned into space. It would be an enormous shock if not for the augments. Those too are incredibly useful, being able to just know things suddenly. Saves a lot of time. All in all, this future technology isn't a bad thing.

[Well, most of it...]

...except for the food. Though I guess it would be difficult to travel with livestock and a full store of fruits and vegetables a long distance, so it makes sense, but you'd think they'd find a way to make it more enjoyable than mush and jellied mush.

Video

[wolfuncaged]

[Oh, look, it's a familiar face. Unfortunately, this is not a familiar face to Fenris. This is nothing new, Atroma pull plenty of Thedosians in that he hasn't met yet. Future shenanigans and suchlike. ]

No. Thedas is nothing like this. Most of the realities other people are from are even further removed than home.

Video

[wolfehawke]

[Fenris responds to him as if nothing at all is between them but air and some little part of Adalwolfe's mind points out that like Anders, like Marian, he probably doesn't know Adalwolfe and it makes perfect sense in the context of this place, but the rest of his brain does an unhappy little flop along with his heart down into his gut and it's all he can do to stare at the video for a suspiciously long time.

Fenris is dead.

Fenris is right there talking to him.

The Chantry had been the last straw; Fenris had turned on him.

Fenris likely doesn't know him, like everyone else.

He'd stood there across the Gallows, Templars in tow and staring down Adalwolfe not with defiance but resignation, as if it was Hawke who had betrayed him. And perhaps he had, not in siding with the mages - his mages, his people - but in not taking the time to get to know Fenris better, to be a better friend to the taciturn Elf. He'd meant to, Maker had he meant to, but meaning to for six years is not the same as doing and despite how quickly Hawke grows attached to people, that doesn't mean they're so attached to him.

He'd betrayed Fenris out of negligence, and he can't even say how sorry he is.

But maybe he can make amends.]

Even further than a fleet of ships adrift in an endless void?

[He raises an eyebrow with a grin, trying so hard to be charming that it nearly hurts his jaw.]

Video

[wolfuncaged]

Yes. There are worlds that I never would have imagined had I not been told of them. Seen some of them.

[Fenris takes the charm on face value, and doesn't seem all that moved by it. There's a sort of detached interest there, though, in his tone. This man is from home, and that gives them a common tie, even if he doesn't recognise him. It's still something. A thread. ]

Are you with the Inquisition? Or perhaps a companion of the Hero?

[Those are the usual suspects. He figures the man is from one or the other (perhaps both, Like Sister Nightingale) he's never seen anyone come from either one or the other - or, of course, from Kirkwall.

...Oh Maker, he could be from Kirkwall. That's just as likely. ]

...Or are you a Hawke?

[wolfehawke]

[He almost smacks his head on the console in front of him out of sheer fail. So much for starting over!

He runs a hand down his face, tugging a bit on the strands of his beard, and wonders if when this is over he'll have both Riona and Fenris out to tan his hide.]

Yes, I'm a Hawke.

[He sounds defeated, sagging a bit in his chair. Honestly it's not as if Fenris never would have found that out.]

Sort of... the Hawke, in the Thedas I come from. I mean, no, there's still Carver but he's not... ahh... I'm the Champion and all, so...

[This is so entirely awkward...]