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

[wolfehawke]

[Lies, this is exactly why two Hawkes should exist in one place.]

They could fight it out. Verbally, of course.

[He'd like to see that, honestly, as long as no one actually got hurt.]

And I don't know about Varric's nicknames. During that whole thing with the Duke he tried to call me... Waffles.

[Adalwolfe snorts, then it dawns on him he probably shouldn't have told her that because now she might use it. Andraste's tits.]

[ofkirkwall]

Wolfe, you know as well as I do that any verbal fight between those two is going to end with fists being thrown. They get along as well as two wet cats trapped in a bag.

[ Though it would be amusing to watch before it inevitably devolved into a fist fight, then blood will get involved. ]

Waffles? [ Yes, now that he has said it she definitely thinks she is going to use it. Though only when he least expects it. ] Varric's nicknames are masterful.

[wolfehawke]

We could stop them before it came to that, I'm sure.

[A pause.]

Or at least I think I'm sure. Since there's two of us.

[Ummm...]

Maybe.

[Okay, bad idea. Just like telling her that stupid nickname.]

What nickname did he give you?

[ofkirkwall]

It might work.

[ Maybe... ]

But that's like trying to get between too angry Ogres. As much as I adore them both I think I prefer not being accidentally skewered even more.

[ Not that such a thing is likely to happen. ]

Honestly I barely remember, with Varric it was mostly always Hawke or Marian.

[wolfehawke]

Anders would just heal us you know.

[He shrugs, amused at the whole scenario, but when she denies a nickname he looks at her pointedly.]

I doubt that very much. He had to have tried something out, even if it was rejected.

[ofkirkwall]

He'd have to be conscious to heal us.

[ Is she dodging? Maybe, maybe she is. She tends to do it a lot, after all, so it is easy to assume. But she shrugs, a hand raising to play with some of her hair. ]

Not sure what to tell you, if he did try one it was probably ages ago. Who knows, maybe he just liked the sound of my name on his lips.

[wolfehawke]

Well that's...

[Uh. For a moment he side-eyes her, wondering if there's something about her relationship with Varric that's drastically different than his. He's probably just imagining things, right?]

Alright then. I'll just have to come up with something myself.