news flash: pants are never required.

[ofkirkwall]

Who: marian hawke & you!
Broadcast: fleetwide video.
Action: ss tourist.
When: time is irrelevant!! the 21st?? idk timelines.


Hello all of you wonderful people, spirits, and creatures of otherworldly origins.

[ Something has put Marian Hawke into an incredibly good mood, why she is practically beaming when she turns on the feed. It almost looks like she just gotten out of bed, deciding the next best course of action is to raid the fridge of what could possibly be her own ship. Which, incidentally, it is not.

For those aboard the Tourist when you enter the kitchen you'll be greeted by Hawke sitting upon one of benches, dressed in nothing more than a somewhat ill fitting tunic ( Fenris isn't that much larger than her, damn scrawny elf ) and her small clothes. That's right, she has forgone pants entirely. Thankfully, or rather unfortunately, the video only shows her upper body, messy dark hair, and Cheshire cat grin. ]

For those who don't know me, my name is Hawke. Marian Hawke, to be precise, but please call me Hawke. It's absolutely lovely to meet you, if I haven't already.

[ She gives a little wave. ]

I was wondering how are we all doing? Hopefully no one has been eaten by any carnivorous plants, or lost their clothes in an card game. [ Yes, she is very concerned about people getting eaten by plants or losing clothes in a card game. The former is unfortunate, the later... well she'd be more upset she wasn't invited. ] I hear getting eaten by a planet can be worse than being chewed on by a bear or a dragon.

Anyway lets chat, I'm incredibly curious what has been going on around the fleet.

Comments

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[nugqueen]

I knew it!

[Grinning. Sooo much grinning.]

Well alright, I didn't but the Hawke I knew was with him as well so I'm not surprised. Honestly - could you be more obvious about it? Wearing his shirt of all things. '

[Resting her chin on her hand.]

It does fit you quite nicely.

[Was that about their relationship or the way his shirt fit her boobs - the world may never know.]

[ofkirkwall]

[ Hawke just gives her a puzzled look. ]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[ And yet there she sits trying very hard to fight a grin from spreading across her features. Glancing at herself she shrugs. ]

Everything fits me nicely. Have you seen me? I always look amazing.

[nugqueen]

[Well if she isn't just a sucker for flirting, even if Hawke is a taken woman. She feels a bit bad for going along with it. Hopefully Fenris wouldn't be bothered? She would be jealous in his shoes.]

True. That can't be denied, unless of course someone is without eyes. More's the pity for them, no?

[She smiles cheekily, blue eyes alight with mischief.]

video; private

[bryces_pup]

You know who it is?? [!!!] Tellmetellmetellme!

Re: video; private

[nugqueen]

I do, indeed.

[She grins, looking over her shoulder a bit. Really that was more for drawing out the suspense than being worried about being overheard.]

Fenris. That is definitely Fenris' tunic.

video

[bryces_pup]

[Well, this is quite a switch. It beats the anxious Hawke she explored with on that abandoned ship some days ago, and it certainly beats Hawke when she was practically coming apart at the seams right after that terrible dragon fight weeks back. Of course, Riona is dying of curiosity as to why the sudden good mood, but if nothing else, she's glad to see the mage in such good spirits.]

You look like the cat that caught the canary. [To borrow the turn of phrase from Wynne.] Or, as my husband likes to say, the cat that swallowed the pigeon.

[Her smile widens as she rests her chin on her hand.]

Think you might need a new tunic. That one doesn't quite... fit you right. [Her lips twitch. She knows damn well that that isn't her shirt. The question is, whose is it?]

[ofkirkwall]

[ Things Hawke isn't being in the slightest: subtle. She doesn't even seem to mind her lack of subtly, in all honestly she's enjoying not existing in a constant state of unease and tension. It all tends to get tiring after a while.

A hand raises slightly and she snickers, playing up the innocent card as best she can. ]

Well, I seem to have misplaced mine so I had to improvise. [ Aka, steal one. ]

[bryces_pup]

Misplaced? My, however did that happen? Surely it didn't just fall off and run away.

[She's doing her damnedest not to laugh, either.]

action;

[winn]

[ winn stumbles into the kitchen with full-on tunnel vision. his goal is the coffee maker, and he see nothing but the coffee maker. walking straight to it, he goes through the motions of preparing the strongest series of cups he can manage - just putting one in as soon as he's taken one out. he starts drinking his first while his third is already in the making - party planning is hard work, ok, before you judge.

cup in hand, he finally turns around and takes in his surroundings.

which lead to a jump and a small yet embarrassing high pitched yelp when he notices he's not alone. a bit of coffee spills on his shirt, and he pulls at it, trying to get the now hot fabric away from his skin, as he looks for something to wipe it with.

it's always a meal and a show on the tourist. cue nervous laughter. ]

H-hi-Iiii- did not see you there.

[ofkirkwall]

[ Naturally being the devious woman that she is, she makes absolutely no effort to announce herself when he enters. Sitting there absently poking at her device and the couple bits of food she managed to scourge up prior to taking her perch. In retrospect it would have been kinder to say something, but then she would have missed out in the rather hilarious display of a poor man spilling hot coffee on himself.

A show she does a poor job in hiding her laughter. No judgements, not here, she'd like to do the same if she knew the glorious power of caffeine. ]

Oh, that looks like it hurts. [ Stop snickering. ] You seemed a little absorbed there, I didn't want to break your concentration.

[ Uh-huh. ]

[winn]

[ she would have been privy to a hilarious display one way or another, because most days winn seems physically incapable of maintaining his dignity. ]

And now I'm absorbing...

[ muttered with a slight hiss of pain. winn, ever think this is a punishment for all those terrible puns? no? okay then.

the age old debate now begins - to spare himself pain by taking his shirt off in front of the strange woman who's already laughing at him or to keep his shirt on and flee back to his room?

she's not wearing pants - he should definitely keep his shirt on - ok it really hurts he's taking his shirt off, and holding it up in front of him as he tries to as discreetly as possible use it to soak up the rest of the coffee that's touched him. had this been his pre-working out with jim kirk days there might have been more to laugh at here, but no longer. ]

I'm gonna - I'm gonna be right back. Do you need me to get you a change of anything? [ like pants? ]

action

[takingkarabusiness]

[ Kara wanders into the kitchen and looks surprised when she sees Hawke in minimal clothing. She shouldn't be that surprised, really. She's an alien with super hearing on a tiny metal vessel in the middle of space, and yet, here we are. She's a bit flustered and her cheeks redden ]

Oh! Oh. Um. Hi. Sorry. I just. I was going to get— Do you—

Hi. I'm Kara?

[ofkirkwall]

[ It must suck for her, not Hawke though. She's blissfully oblivious to the state of the ships residents, especially their strange abilities or super human hearing. So in the face of Kara's embarrassment she is just... incredibly cheery, giving the other woman a wave. ]

A pleasure to meet you, I'm Hawke.

[takingkarabusiness]

Hi, Hawke. That's a great name. Welcome to the Tourist? Who are you here with? Not that you need a reason to be here of course, we have a pretty open-doors policy.

Action

[wolfuncaged]

[For the first time in years, Fenris actually got more than a scant few hours sleep. So he rested while Hawke went about traumatising his poor crew. Eventually, though, he gets up, dresses (noting the lack of his tunic) and heads into the kitchen.

He smiles at the sight of her, that she's still here, that it was all real. He crosses the room. pressing a kiss to the top of her head.]

Good morning.

[ofkirkwall]

[ He honestly has horrible sleeping habits, mayhaps even worse than her own. With how sound he had been sleeping she thought it best to simply slip from the room and explore, possibly finding something to entertain herself with or chew on. She was, after all, getting rather hungry.

By the time he finds her she succeeded in her effort for food, a few things sitting beside her. ]

Morning you. [ It's almost stupid how giddy he makes her feel. ] Sleep well?

[wolfuncaged]

I did, in fact.

[Not a perfect night's sleep, but better enough that he feels rested for a change. He can absolutely attribute that to her. He wanders past, turning on the hot drink machine, to get some tea. That done, he moves to sit beside her. ]

Have you been enjoying traumatising my crewmates?

[action]

[passingthrough]

[Kitty looks at the feed and notices the familiar kitchen. She does a lot of bed crashing on the Tourist and today is no exception. So, instead of answering over video, she decides to take a stroll.

Having little use for doors, Kitty phases through the wall, leaving it and her perfectly intact and unharmed as she looks the woman over, unfazed by the clothing or lack there of. There is some vague recollection, not of her time with the fleet but her time in the prison before this. She didn't remember meeting the woman, but she may have been there briefly.]

Hey. Been chewed on by a bear or dragon recently?

[ofkirkwall]

[ And Hawke, for her part, seems mostly unfazed by the woman phasing through a god damn wall. She blinks a few times, opens her mouth to say something, only to shake her head. ]

Recently? Yes, by a dragon. It mostly tends to be dragons, I am pretty sure I attract them somehow.

voice.

[airily]

Always nice to see such a lovely face... ~

[ofkirkwall]

It would be even better if I could see yours.

video

[wolfehawke]

We're going to confuse people if they just go around saying 'Hawke' you know. Or they'll confuse us.

[He smirks ear to ear, knowing exactly why she's sitting around the Tourist kitchen pantsless thanks to her early morning text. For the same reason he appears on the feed shirtless, massive crossed scars and all.]

[ofkirkwall]

Oh, I know. I prefer it this way, it'll keep them on their toes.

[ She gives him a look, eyebrow raising at his own state of undress. Though it fades quickly replaced by a rather mischievous smile. ]

voice

[monolike]

[this kid has no idea you just got taken to the bone zone]

Actually, I've wondered this for a while, but are you related to Adalwolfe? [Maybe he should properly introduce himself outside of a situation where he's trying to sic his demon dragon on her and her buddies, but whatever.]

[ofkirkwall]

[ Oh, this child. This precious gem. So innocent, so pure. ]

Sort of. [ A beat. ] Yes. You could say we're related.

[ That doesn't make things any clearer, does it? Well in her defense it is pretty complicated. ]