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driftfleet2016-10-26 09:13 am
ofkirkwall) wrote in driftfleet2016-10-26 09:13 am
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news flash: pants are never required.
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.
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.
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Surprise.
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Hawke gasps with surprise, picking the cup of pudding up with both hands. ]
Zaveid, you beautiful man. I could kiss you right now.
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Get in line, baby.
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[ The look she gives him is nothing short of incredulous, yet she smiles regardless. She's tempted to just do it, budding friendship and apparent lines be damned. ]
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[ That's just, you know, plain rude and stuff. ]