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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.]

Comments

[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...]