good company and campfire stories.

[ofkirkwall]

Who: marian hawke & you.
Broadcast: fleetwide text.
Action: iskaulit.
When: now.


makers breath i am tired of fixing things
is anyone else tired of fixing things?? its feels like it is endless
not to mention i am rather useless at it

ill be at the space bar if anyone wants to join me :)
we can have a drink or play a game of cards or tell exciting and embarrassing stories
doesnt matter really as long as it isnt fixing things


[ If one does venture to the Space Bar they will in fact find (1) Marian Hawke, head buried in her device. On the floor beside her foot sits a small cleaning droid with a rather distinctive pattern painted on top of it. She doesn't seem to notice the droid idly beside her, barely raising her head when she accidentally taps it with her foot. ]

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[bryces_pup]

[Riona is going to get into trouble for this, she knows it, but she doesn't care. She's going stir crazy and she needs off the ship, if just for a bit. And she's strong enough to get out of bed and move, her legs wobbling only a little (it's more than a little, but she refuses to acknowledge it) as she sneaks out of the med bay and into her room to get dressed.

Some time after Marian's post, Riona arrives on the Iskaulit, dressed (if not a little haphazardly) and walking quickly to the bar. Her arm clutches her stomach, trying to ignore the pain as she eases through the doorway. She might have almost gotten eviscerated, but that's not gonna stop her from having a drink. Or five.]

Must be quite a lot of broken shit if you've had to fix that much. [She says this as she hops onto a bar stool next to Hawke, still gripping her stomach all the while.] How did you and your ship fare?

[ofkirkwall]

[ Oh, she is definitely going to get in trouble for this.

Hawke notices the way she moves a frown finding her expression as the other woman approaches and slides besides her - not that she can really judge, she'd do the same after all but still... ]

The Tourist got out of it alright, but my previous ship not so much. [ She puts her device down. ] I look better than you at any rate, shouldn't you be in bed somewhere?

[bryces_pup]

Seems like some got off better than others. Blue Fish got its ass handed to it.

[They need a pilot. Badly.]

I was ever since the attack. I'm going crazy being chained to a bed. Beverly is going to kill me for sneaking out but I'll deal with it. Better to beg for forgiveness than permission.

[When a bartender pops over, she orders a glass of wine. She likes to think she's being semi responsible for not going for the hard stuff.]

[ofkirkwall]

So did the Caprine.

[ She can't help but feel a little guilty about it in truth, considering the unfortunate timing of her transfer. ]

Well I'm not hiding you if she comes storming in here breathing fire and brimstone, I know better than to get between a doctor and her patient.

[ What she will do, however, is ensure that their dear warden queen doesn't further hurt herself somehow. [

[bryces_pup]

Did the crew make it through, at least?

[Ships can be repaired; it's the crew that matters most.]

I should be aghast, but I can't blame you. But she's not the fire and brimstone type; it's ice and silence, with a look that can make the burliest of men shrink in fear.

[ofkirkwall]

From what I can tell, yes.

[ That's the important part at least, the people left on the ship managed to make it through. ]

That's even worse. [ The description reminds Hawke of her mother's anger and for a moment she shivers at the memory. ] Now I am definitely not going to hide you if she comes through that door.

[bryces_pup]

I'll remember this, Marian Hawke. Next time you have a scary lady after you, see if I protect you.

[She shoots a playful glare as her wine is brought to her. She takes a sip, leaning back a bit in her seat. And that's when she notices the little droid next to Hawke.]

...does that - you put the Grey Warden insignia on that little robot?

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[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris is here because, well, it's his job and all. He's largely doing busy work, but he does keep passing by on occasion, while she's up to...whatever it is she's up to. He's learned largely not to ask. He usually regrets it if he asks. Eventually, he has the time to come over and look properly at what she's doing. ]

...Is your droid a Grey Warden now? I don't imagine anyone has ever thought to vacuum the Darkspawn to death. Perhaps it would turn the tide of the next Blight.

[ofkirkwall]

[ His voice breaks her from her reprieve, eyebrows raising as she blinks a few times glancing down at the droid by her foot. A smile comes quickly after that, leaning back on her chair she shrugs, giving the elf something of a mischievous look. ]

Who knows, it could be exactly what we have always needed. A few hundred of these little guys down in the Deep Roads could have those blighted bastards running with fear.

[wolfuncaged]

[He offers a small smile of his own, moving to crouch beside her. ]

Truly. They would certainly turn the tide of battle.

So. Boredom has struck you again? It's becoming quite the affliction.

[ofkirkwall]

[ Without thinking she nudges it with her foot again, the droid responds with a couple of small beeps. Maybe she shouldn't be as attached to the damn thing as she is but... well, she is. ]

Kind of, I felt like a little change is all. [ Hawke shrugs, tilting her head towards him. ] Unfortunately we don't have much in the way of roaming street gangs or cities to save to occupy my time, so I went with the alternative. A strong drink and hopefully interesting stories.

[wolfuncaged]

It is a shame Varric isn't here. Have you met Tyrion? He's rather good at spinning a tale. It must be a dwarf thing.

[Still.]

I would have thought we had enough excitement for a while.

[ofkirkwall]

Indeed I have! [ She looks almost proud of herself for that fact. ] He is an interesting fellow, I like him.

[ He is not Varric but she enjoys that dwarf's company. ]

I suppose. [ Gaze flicks off to the side for a moment. ] But is there truly such a thing as enough excitement?

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[airily]

I dunno if I trust you with my embarrassing stories yet.

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[ofkirkwall]

frankly i am hurt
i thought we shared something special
helped you with your hair and everything

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[airily]

Hair is one thing. Secrets are a whole other story! Giving them away gives up the allure of mystery a man keeps.

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[ofkirkwall]

im sure you can find other ways to be alluring ;)
besides i am a very trustworthy person

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[airily]

I don't even have to try!
How are you going to convince me?

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[ofkirkwall]

how are you not already convinced??
honestly

acton

[spacebro]

[Mon-El is already at the bar throwing back a drink very quickly and then looking a the empty glass in disappointment.] Isn't there something harder back there? [He doesn't sound at all impaired.]

[ofkirkwall]

[ Pulling her attention away from her device she glances over at the man at the counter, eyebrow raised and lips curved in a slight smile. ]

Maybe? We did just suffer through a raider attack, they might not have much of the strong stuff left.

[spacebro]

Oh. Right. Good point. [He smiles over at the lady speaking to him.] I also have trouble finding alcohols that work for me in places where they're usually meant for humans.

[ofkirkwall]

Keep your chin up, we are in space after all. There's bound to be something strong enough to take down... whatever you might be.

[ She can only assume he isn't human considering he has trouble finding alcohol that would likely kill an average human being. ]

[spacebro]

That part is promising. I'm a Daxamite. Mon-El. [He stretches a hand out for shaking, assuming that is her way.]

[ofkirkwall]

A daxamite? [ She is pretty sure she butchered the way that's supposed to be said, regardless she takes his hand lightly. ] Hawke, a mostly normal human.