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

[ofkirkwall]

It's amazing, honestly, once upon a time the only friends he had outside of my group of misfits where the skeletons in the old mansion he was squatting in.

[ Any who know the elf shouldn't that surprised, but you never know. Might get a reaction out of that one, might not. With this one it's a victory either way.

Alright, alright, time have pity on the poor thing before he explodes fro sheer embarrassment. Or lack of coffee. Hawke stifles a laugh with the back of her hand, the only resting upon her hip. ]

And I have an incredibly grumpy elf. [ Now, if she was Isabela levels of terrible this is where she would say 'I have an elf that just fucked my brains out' or something to that effect, but she isn't that terrible. ] So you're fine.

[winn]

Are we talking living skeletons or a creepy way of saying he had none?

[ he focuses on the most important details, of course! he is surprised, either way. he knows fenris has an edge, he used to kinda scare him, but he's always surprised and saddened to hear that the people he holds dear were as friendless as he used to be, or more.

he takes a breath, and still that blush isn't letting up but he goes for a smile. ]

I'm just gonna go - change my shirt before either of them comes in here and never lets me live this down -

[ofkirkwall]

No, no, not the living sort the dead sort. He has a thing about magic and certainly wouldn't abide the skeletons getting up and walking around.

[ So literal skeletons. The ones that were once people, somehow died, and proceeded to decompose in the mansion Fenris decided to claim as his own. Maybe she shouldn't talk about them so casually? Nah.

She purses her lips together attempting to fight off a cheshire cat grin, leaning against her previous perch. ]

Sounds like a good idea. [ A small, terrible part of her hopes one of them does walk in. Just to see his reaction. ]

[winn]

I'm not sure if that's better or worse -

[ tilting his head and giving the door another anxious look. with his luck, he's expecting both of them to show up, with jim, kara, and margaery on their heels, in the middle of a video broadcast. ]

I'll just go do that. Be right back --

[ he runs right out of the room. it takes him a couple minutes to come back, but he does need his coffee and if hawke is with fenris he's got a feeling he's going to have to get used to being embarrassed half to death. he does, however, pick his favorite t-shirt to give himself some courage. ]

-- hi. I'm right back. Just, gonna - [ grab his coffee... ]

[ofkirkwall]

[ Hawke doesn't do anything too exciting while he is gone, finding something edible before returning to her perch - cross legged with her device balanced on one knee. At one point she contemplated returning to Fenris' room and finding her pants. Spearing the poor soul from any further embarrassment. But, well... she decides against it. Too much effort.

When he returns she's looking over the device, chewing on whatever food she managed to find. Glancing up at him the Champion blinks, looking over his t-shirt a good couple of times. ]

Nice shirt.

[ Though in all honesty she cannot fathom why someone would walk around with a giant S on their chest. Modern people, they do the oddest things sometimes. ]

Can I ask a favor? [ She isn't going to wait for his response, though. ] I'll admit to not exactly knowing how that drink machine works and I have something of a thirst. If you could be so kind as to pour me something to slate this wicked thirst?

[ If she actually went over there and looked over the machine for a moment she could probably figure it out, but that would mean moving and she is so very comfortable where she is. ]

[winn]

[ at least this time he knows what's in store for him - at least as far as her wardrobe is concerned.

offering a proud little smile, he nods at the compliment. ]

Thanks, made it myself.

[ that not-an-s is very important to him, ok! he stops at the first question, nods and heads straight for the drink dispenser at the next. ]

Yeah, of course -- what do you want? Water, cola, tea, coffee? [ look even if she said 'I don't feel like standing' his reaction wouldn't have been any different. well, a little different, he wouldn't have added - ] Want me to show you how it works?