001: Happy New Year!

[stabsbothways]

Who: Isabela and YOU
Broadcast: Unsuspecting Fleetwide Broadcast
Action: Hospitality Wing, Marsiva
When: January 1st!

[ Everything is wrong. The air: the smell, the temperature, the lack of breeze. Her bed: leathery but not, cold, sterile. She jolts awake and is assaulted with light. The light is wrong. It's too bright, it's too distributed, it's the wrong color. She can't help but swear in the most serious and dire way she knows how. ]

Maker be fucked.

[ She steps unsteadily onto a floor made of alien material, her boots making an audible sound as they make contact.

She's got her armor on but- no, her daggers are gone. No grenades, no bombs. Even her poisoned hairpin is gone. ]

Hello?

[ She starts to wander, looking at strange blinking lights and confusing surfaces which- she knows how to use? What even?? She moves to one console and finds that she can understand the language onscreen, and knows how to navigate the interface. ]

Comments

[wolfuncaged]

I'll do my best to avoid that in the future.

[That dry sarcasm is very much Fenris. ]

Stars, empty space, planets. The part that should concern you however is the lack of air to breathe.

[stabsbothways]

So what, all the stars a floating in a sea above the sky?

[ ...not actually the weirdest thing she's heard. ]

[wolfuncaged]

I- not exactly, but near enough. Regardless, you will absolutely die if you make a hole in the window- so please resist the urge,

[stabsbothways]

[ She sits down. This is exhausting in a way that goes way beyond physical. ]

You're definitely not a demon? That's what a demon would say, you know.

[wolfuncaged]

[Good. Sitting down is a good start. She's less liable to get herself hurt. ]

No. Frankly, I'm insulted by the insinuation.

[stabsbothways]

"Oh dear, what an error I've committed. Will you demand satisfaction?" The banter came easily; it was familiar and comforting, and it would be so much easier just to believe Fenris. To find relief and joy in seeing him again.

She had tried to distance herself from the emotions of his death; he had literally brought it upon himself, opposing Hawke like that. There was no point in grief, and besides... she was good at convincing herself that people didn't matter that much to her. That she didn't get attached.

[wolfuncaged]

[That gets a chuckle out of him. This is better. Familiar. Less deeply concerning that she'll do something she regrets. ]

So long as it doesn't involve your knives. The last time was rather uncomfortable. And pointy.

[stabsbothways]

Lucky for you, I don't have them.

[ Someone stole them. She needed to get them back. ]

I'm good at improvising though. Maybe I can find a sharp stick.

[wolfuncaged]

Yes, they take our weapons when we arrive. If you are lucky, you might be able to convince someone to craft you something.

[stabsbothways]

[ The least important thing they take, honestly. ]

So I'm just supposed to... wait?

[wolfuncaged]

I am afraid so. Things will be easier once you are transferred to a ship. Until then, I am afraid you have to wait it out. Nothing you enjoy, I know.

[stabsbothways]

I feel like I'd prefer to be sucked out of the window.

[wolfuncaged]

You'd only come back anyway. With the few deaths we've had here, they've all come back.

[stabsbothways]

When you say 'no escape' you really mean it.

[wolfuncaged]

Unfortunately. You know I don't use those words lightly.

[He hates it just as much. ]

One day, we may find a way to overturn those who have captured us for the amusement of others. But until then, we are...stuck.

[He's already raged and fought against it, just like he did when he woke up in Exsilium. Neither time has done him much good. ]