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[serves]

Who: Cullen Rutherford
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: The Marsiva
When: Now.

[It's with some hesitance that Cullen even touches the console. He knows how it works (somehow), but he's not exactly comfortable with the concept of broadcasting. His lips are set in a thin, grim line for a few moments as he thinks of what to say.]

--Maker's breath, this is absurd.

[That just about sums up his thoughts right now.]

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[dawnwillcome]

[Maybe if he asks nicely, Dorian can arrange a fashion show. They did, after all, attending in matching outfits.]

Not a single one, it was a surprisingly welcome change of pace. [And she had been trying to hold this back, but really, what's the point?] I am glad you here, though. I was worried about what might be happening in Thedas while I was gone, but you aren't on fire or telling me we have to return right away, so... I suppose time just stops, while we're away. If anyone deserves a vacation it would be you.

[serves]

I'd ask how any of this is possible, but I have a feeling that the answer won't leave me feeling any more at ease.

[Nothing good comes out of time stopping, but if it means Thedas isn't missing its Inquisitor, then--fine. He can deal with this, as he always does.]

[dawnwillcome]

It really will start to make more sense the longer you're here, I promise. It's been... around a month, I believe, for me.

[She pauses there, reconsiders a little.]

Well, maybe it would be more accurate to say you learn to go with it.

[serves]

You weren't missing at home. Believe me, if you had, someone would have noticed.

[He'd be the first.]

[dawnwillcome]

I would imagine so, someone has to volunteer to lose horribly to you at chess.

Is there anything you need, by the way? I couldn't say if we'll still be able to visit the nearby planets by Saturday and the ships we live on leave quite a lot to be desired. I can pick up a few things, just to be on the safe side.

[serves]

There's also Dorian for that.

[Templar life means making due with very little.] I think I'm fine. Saturday, then?

[All he really needs is to feel that she's real.]

[dawnwillcome]

Is that a dismissal, Commander?

[She looks incredibly amused by the idea. When has Cullen ever cut short their conversations?]

[serves]

What? No. No, of course not. [Talk to him, Jove. He needs it.] I'm just... unused to this sort of communication.

[He'd much rather have her in front of him.]

[dawnwillcome]

[It's just way too easy to tease you, Cullen. It's like there's a giant sign on you making you the perfect target.]

Think of it as communicating through messages passed by Leliana's birds, only you can see me. And the smell isn't nearly as bad.

[serves]

Somehow, I don't think she'd be pleased about that comparison.

[dawnwillcome]

[That's not stopping anyone though.]

And it's much quieter. Less of a mess.

[serves]

That I'll appreciate. [A rookery near the library...]