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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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That makes sense, but what sort of city? Is it on the coast? In a forest? The mountains? I'm curious.

[And also trying to keep the boy's mind off of being sick. It shouldn't be much further now, just one more left turn...]

It's...urgh, definitely not near water. [ That was the point of it really. ] Landlocked...not really near a-anything but forest.

[ Jihwan takes a breath and lets it go slowly. ]

What about...y-yours?

On the coast and near a mountain on the other side. It's tiered, with the upper classes on the top and the lower further down where all the nooks and crannies and cracks to slip through are. It's got a great charm once you get used to it.

[He finishes wistfully as they finally make it through the door into the kitchen. Adalwolfe sits his charge down gingerly.]

Here we are, now to make some tea.

[He turns to the small array of kitchenware and foodstuffs and pauses for a moment trying to remember just how to do that.]

Thanks... [ It comes out with a sigh of relief once he's sat down, immediately going to brace his elbows on the table and lean his face into his hands. He just needs a minute to keep the room from lurching or spinning. ]

Sorry. For...this, I mean. [ Looking after him and stuff ]

Don't worry yourself about it. We're shipmates!

[Adalwolfe tells him cheerily, getting water into the kettle and somehow bullying the stove into lighting to receive it.]

To tell you the truth, I used to get a bit queasy on ships too. These space-faring ones don't seem to effect me as much but everyone is different.

[ Actual ships...god, Jihwan hasn't been on one of those since he was a child. And he can't even begin to let himself think about it now as he focuses, ironically, on the space aspect of it all because while it makes him feel queasy he at least won't end up trying to accidentally drown himself. Hopefully. ]

.......

You're handling the whole "space" thing well.

I had a day to get used to it on the bigger ship in the middle of the fleet.

[Yup, just a day, but Adalwolfe compartmentalizes well and that was enough to shove it aside.]

I think it was the movement, with boats. You know, rocking back and forth. At least in space you don't get the nausea educing movement.

[Well, he doesn't anyway. He gives the boy a sidelong look then looks at the kettle as if he can speed it up with a glance.]

[ Oh, god. Hawke keeps talking about boats and ships and all the sorts of things that Jihwan can't help but picture as they come to the forefront of his mind, and that's when he can feel an oh-so-familiar feeling of disorientation beginning to claw and tug at the back of his head. It's a lightheaded sensations that starts at the top of his spine and spreads outwards, and Jihwan quickly pinches the bridge of his nose with one hand as the other fumbles to reach for his pocket and pull out a pill bottle.

Thank god he has that on him, still. ]

I....yeah. Sounds--fun.

I'm sorry, I'll stop.

[Hawke curiously watches as Jihwan takes out a bottle of little pellets. Medicine, perhaps?

The kettle starts to whistle insistently and Hawke comes to its rescue, lifting it from the heat and pouring its contents into a mug he's found in a cupboard, already having placed the tea bag inside.]

I think there's some sort of honey-like stuff around here, or sugar, if you like those in your tea. Milk I don't know, I'll have to check.

I...milk? Sorry, just... [ He needs a task to focus on without braining too hard, which in this case is opening his pill bottle and taking out a single one to down dry. He's got the saliva for it, and when he's done he'll try to focus on what Hawke's saying. ]

Can I do something? [ Even stirring te milk into the tea would help at this point ]

Just tell me how much milk you'd like.

[Adalwolfe slides the mug towards Jihwan and starts rummaging for whatever passes for milk around here. He doesn't think to give his charge a task; when Adalwolfe feels ill, he mostly just lays in bed if he can't use his magic to whisk it away. Moving too much doesn't help things.]

Hm, I'm not seeing any liquid milk but this package says 'powdered dairy substitute'. Maybe this will work?

[ Giiiive him a minute. Or two. Or three, because with his tea passed over he's going to wind up staring into it rather aimlessly, lost in his own head for a moment. Or five. ]

....What? [ What are they talking about, again? ]

Milk. For your tea?

[Adalwolfe chews his lip for a moment, then seems to come to a decision.]

I, ah. Also have another option that might help you, if you're willing. If you can keep a secret.

[Please don't freak out.]

[ If he were doing better and in a proper state he might wonder if you were offering to sell him drugs, Hawke. You're lucky the best he can mange is a full sort of blink, before he looks up from his mug. ]

....? Yeah, I can....do that.

[Hawke sits down across from Jihwan and folds his hands on the table.]

I'm a mage. I don't know if magic is a normal thing where you come from, but I can use it and I know a few Creation techniques for healing.

............ [ Alright, give him a second or two to really get that.

And then he's just going to keep staring at Hawke with equal parts "no" and "are you crazy." ]

You're like...a w, [ don't hurl ] wizard, or something?

Mage.

[He raises the dairy powder over Jihwan's tea and pours a bit in, then moves the spoon without touching it, utilizing a small amount of his magic instead so it seems as if the cup is stirring itself.]

[ Oh god oh god oh god his spoon is moving without either them touching it this is a thing that is really happening and Jihwan isn't the least bit prepared for it.

His world doesn't have magic in the sense of magical moving utensils. Hell they don't even have Mages. The closest Jihwan's eer seen is the slight if hand magicians on TV or street corners, and even then it's done nothing to prepare him for this. He stares as it swirls around, colour draining from his face steadily until he's a fine pale green...and promptly pitches over sideways. ]

[Well that was a mistake.

Adalwolfe heaves a heavy sigh and goes about moving Jihwan to his room, careful not to jostle him too badly. He even comes back and puts the tea next to his bed with a saucer on top to keep it warm. Hopefully Jihwan will just forget any of that, or chalk it up to his space sickness. Or Hawke's just made an enemy.

He guesses he'll find out eventually.]

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