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

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.

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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."

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.

"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."

"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."

Is it interesting? Maybe just in the idea that some tv company thought to bring two people with the same surname that aren't related. Unless there's a distant cousin he's not aware of. Entirely possible considering Malcom had been sent into the Circle and lost all ties even before he became an apostate.

"Still a blessing, then! I can't wait to meet her." Hawke grins, putting his hands up to brace against a low-hanging bar as they talk. "By the way, what are you working on? Is there engine trouble?"

Oh, Tyrion thinks it's interesting because he has seen people from multiple universes in his time here. He's just never seen two versions of the same damned person from the same universe here. So ... this could get a little complicated.

He is dying to find out.

His mouth twitched up into a wry smile, before he shakes his head, "No, this runs as smoothly as a quiet night at a whorehouse. I have a number of side projects I work on - this is one of them."

The analogy has Hawke giving a mirthful bark of a laugh. He'd have to remember that one to tell Varric whenever he got back. That sounds like something he'd appreciate. He might even put it in a book.

"What is it? if you don't mind. There aren't machines like this where I'm from and while they've been so good as to educate me on the basics -" That is, plop the information in his brain unceremoniously. "- most of the technology here is quite strange, even the things I'm supposedly an expert on."

Like the little screened artifact in his pocket; he's entirely confident he can take it apart and put it back together potentially better than before, but he's equally as confident that he's never seen one before in his life.

"Ah! This is going to be an engine - or rather sort of a battery pack? - for the greenhouse I am trying to build for our ship." He gestured back to the glass tank behind him, currently void of plants. "They had a museum filled with such creations on the moon below - and the entire room acted as a giant ... domed life space for the plants. I thought we might think about growing our own food."

One corner of his mouth twisted, "So, you know, we would not be dependent on paste."

He knows what a battery is and it brings that odd dissonant feeling over him that he's been experiencing off and on since arriving. Batteries aren't a thing on Thedas at all, not unless you could the crystals that sometimes power magical artifacts or devices, but that's magic and this is science. Adalwolfe tries to shake it off quickly, brightening further at the mention of growing their own food.

"That's fantastic!" Real, fresh food. It's the last of anything he missed about Lothering, honestly, and though he's not the best farmer by a long stretch, he'd grown at least a bit adept at it out of necessity. You sort of have to when keeping a low profile in small villages, and you learn a thing or two when helping local farmers with their fences and keeping animals away and the like. He and Anders had had a little garden at their safe house in Orlais, mostly just herbs for seasoning since the locals had many errands that needed tending and Hawke would get paid in vegetables or meat to do them, but it had taught him enough about how much water and sun different useful plants might need. Though he doubts elfroot is going to be one of the crops.

"Do we have any seeds? How is it going to simulate sunlight?"

Before this, there was nothing like a battery in his mind. Only exposure had given him the context he needed for this sort of knowledge. That and a lot of reading. He smiled softly, before he bowed slightly.

"It is only in the planning stages right now ... " He sighed as he looked at the device in front of him. He glanced over at the other man, one corner of his mouth lifting. "No seeds yet -- and I was going to use UV light. That is what was used on the moon, after all."

"Planning or not, if you need help, I'll gladly lend a hand. Once they're growing I can water them for you." Maybe summon up a little cloud in the enclosure for the plants' own personal little spring shower. Wouldn't that be a treat?

"I just got here so I haven't been down to the moon. I think I need to get my bearings up here first. As for UV light... actually I have no idea what that means. Is it a fancy term for sunlight?"

He looked up at that, his gaze curious ... and faintly grateful. "I would appreciate the assistance. Most people think I am mad for even attempting such a thing. I say - why say it is mad until you have at least tried? It is madness not to try at all."

He nods his head, before he turns and plucks up a book on modern botany. "There are many volumes you should read, to have a better understanding of the modern world. I can suggest some books, if you like."

"I don't think it's mad at all. What's mad about a garden?" Adalwolfe takes the book with a grin and flutters the pages once with his thumb before tucking it under his arm.

"Ahh, books, life's great refuge. I would be glad of anything you can point me towards. I may have enough information crammed into my skull to get by, but there's quite a lot that I don't have names for and I'm sure more of the mundane things escape me." It was like that when he moved to Kirkwall, actually. Certain turns of phrase or foods, names of things that were all entirely different from Ferelden and took some getting used to.

"Though I guess as far as social faux pas are concerned, we're on our own, unless there are volumes on every culture everyone here is from."

"Well, growing a garden on a spaceship is considered rather ... ambitious, but I have my moments." He smirked faintly, before he nodded his head. Pleased that so many take his suggestion on educating themselves. Smart course of action, truly.

"I shall be glad to do so - what is your augment in? It would behoove you to learn that first, and then work on cultural aspects. Context is always important, I have found." He waved his hand around, "All this will come in time."

Said the man who came to adapting like a fish to damned water, but still.

"... there are some. Not all. My companion Winn is asking us all to teach a class on culture -- I will be teaching it on Westeros - you might consider teaching one on where you come from."

"Alight, I'll concede that its ambitious, but if the technology exists already it's certainly not crazy," he gestures with the book to make his point.

"My augment is communications. I plan on taking a look at the console once I finish learning my way around the ship. Sort of difficult to do my job if I can't even find where to do it." He shrugs, then smiles at Tyrion's confirmation of the existence of culture classes. "Or finding where they'll hold these classes! That's fantastic. I'm not sure I'd be a very good teacher, though."

The only people he'd tried to outright help teach were his siblings and Carver at the least resented him for it. Bethany just smiled, but he always got the impression that she was being patient with him rather than the other way around.

"I thank you for not agreeing with my insanity, ser." Tyrion intoned solemnly, even as he smirked and tipped down into a bow. And now, he was intrigued even further.

"Well, that is a stroke of luck. We haven't had a communications officer in quite some time. "As for where we are holding these classes - from the comfort of our own ships, I'd imagine. I think they are meant to be broadcasted over our devices, for the entire world to see."

"Oh! Yes, of course. That's not something at all possible in Thedas so it did not occur to me right away." He thinks for just a moment. "I have to guess that for something so public we'll have to be careful what we teach about our own worlds."

He taps his fingers on his chin, then shrugs. "In any event, I'm surprised so many people are willing to share. It's not something that would be thought of in my world even if the means were available. People tend to be more worried about their own problems."

"I quite understand ... it is also impossible in Thedas, but in this weird future? Anything is possible." He paused, thinking about it, "What in your world cannot be taught?"

Because now Tyrion wants to know about it.

"I think it is because we all want to know about each other's worlds. It is a fair exchange of knowledge for knoweledge."

"What is perfectly normal in one place can be complete taboo in another, that's all I mean. Different Gods, different cultures. Something to keep in mind." You know, like magic. "But it does make sense, if everyone is getting their questions answered."

"We are, more or less, a community of like-minded individuals who have all been shoved against our will into one place." He shrugged elegantly, "We must agree to disagree on our cultural differences, and embrace the whole, do you not agree?"

"I do, I just don't exactly trust everyone else to." Life as an apostate didn't make him hard, but it certainly didn't make him trusting either. You have to hope that everyone else will understand and be sensible, but to expect it is far too much to ask.

"I will grant that you've been pleasantly helpful, though, so I very much hope I am mistaken in my misgivings."

"Oh, I never said trust them. I said share information with them - feel free to keep back whatever you do not deem.. necessary for their understanding of your culture." In other words - don't tell them what can be used against you.

He put one hand to his chest, "We are shipmates, and bound to look out for one another."

"Sound advice, my friend." Adalwolfe grins, tucking the book more securely under his arm. "I do believe I've kept you from your endeavors long enough, however, and I have more of the ship to explore. I'll return the book as soon as I've finished it."

Adalwolfe puts one hand on his chest as well to mirror his new friend, bowing a little at the waist in respect. "Until then, but hopefully before, Ser Lannister."

"And a good evening to you as well, Ser Hawke." Tyrion smiled, before he turned to his own work once more. He would have to keep an eye out for that one. It could become more ... interesting aboard ship.

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