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Edwin Jarvis ([personal profile] edwinjarvis) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2017-01-05 12:14 am

Open. Mingle post for the Tourist!

Who: SS Tourist crew and visitors!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Tourist
When: Through the month of January.

WE GOT A WAFFLE IRON FOR CHRISTMAS AND JARVIS IS GOING TO MAKE WAFFLES.

It's the only right way to start 2017.

(Everyone do top comments of stuff mkay.)
wolfuncaged: (My life is null and void)

[personal profile] wolfuncaged 2017-01-08 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
The elf takes a plate, carefully piling it with food, but he doesn't eat, not yet. He's still trying to understand, really. He understands the restlessness well enough - it took him a long time to get used to not waiting to be given orders- to not just do what he thought was expected of him. But trying to understand if this is truly something the man enjoys, or it's something he does because he knows no better is difficult.

This would be so much easier if he had better people skills.

"A master of the house. You are a servant, then?"

He goes for servant first. A tiny light of optimism.
wolfuncaged: (Well lucky me I'm finally all alone)

[personal profile] wolfuncaged 2017-01-09 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fenris. And it is fine, I can make my own."

He shifts uncomfortably, picking at his food, not really eating it. He lets silence drop for a few moments, brow furrowed. He's watching Jarvis work, though, trying to figure him out- looking for any sense that he dislikes his work- that he's doing this against his will, or even just automatically, with no real thought to it, because he knows no other life. Warning signs, basically.

He sees none of those things, though. He thinks of Orana, happily in Hawke's care, enjoying and even finding real pride in her place as a servant of the estate. Certainly, her start was awful, but she found a place in the world that gave her real, honest joy. Still.

"...Are you happy? In your work? Your employer is good to you?"
wolfuncaged: (Inhaling all these memories)

[personal profile] wolfuncaged 2017-01-10 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"The food is fine, I'm just not that hungry."

But he'll make a point to eat some. There. Are you happy now, Jarvis? He eats a little, and then looks back at the man, trying to judge him from his words, trying to decide if he's being actually honest or actively lying to himself. He eventually settles on the former. For now.

"That is...good, then. That you have have found a decent employer. There are many which are not."
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[personal profile] wolfuncaged 2017-01-10 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Alas, Fenris never really knew Tony- nor Howard. He was one of the people the elf largely ignored. Tony had nothing to do with the Tourist, nor Thedas, so he was put fairly low in Fenris priority list of people to interact with. Still, he considers, before shaking his head.

"No, I don't recognise the name, I'm afraid," he gives a shrug. "I am sorry you missed him. That is a shame."
wolfuncaged: (It doesn't matter now)

[personal profile] wolfuncaged 2017-01-12 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
He could understand the restlessness. He was much the same, in the first few months of his freedom. It was hard, when it was something you were so used to. But this is different. This man is no slave, he doesn't bear the marks of one. He doesn't hold himself like one.

"I shall bear that in mind, though I prefer to see to my own needs."

Because he can. Because he doesn't want to be served by anyone.
wolfuncaged: (The war within me pulls me under)

[personal profile] wolfuncaged 2017-01-15 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Fenris watches him for a moment, sitting back. This is uncomfortable, it's not what he's used to- no, he's far too used to it- therein lies the problem. Still, he's supposed to be making an effort with new crewmates. Solidarity, and all that. As such, the elf exhales, sitting back a little.

"...I suppose it does."
wolfuncaged: (No shelter for this child in mazes lost)

[personal profile] wolfuncaged 2017-01-17 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
So sneaky, Fenris stares at him, a little blankly, before making a soft 'heh' noise. Almost a laugh. Not quite. But almost.

"I shall be sure to inform the captain of it."

Have fun with that, Kirk.