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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[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?

[ofkirkwall]

Oh, please. There is only one scary lady that would come after me and thankfully she isn't here.

[ Which, in truth, Marian is a little sad about. She hasn't seen Aveline in a long time and frankly she misses her a lot.

At the mention of her robot she laughs, glances down at it. ]

Maybe.

[bryces_pup]

And who might that be? Now I'm curious.

[It's always fun to hear about scary ladies.]

That is definitely it. [She glances over at her with a cocked brow.] Might I ask why? Are there little darkspawn specks of dirt invading the ships?

[ofkirkwall]

Her name is Aveline and she is the captain of Kirkwall's guards.

[ She all but beams, exceedingly proud of her incredibly scary friend - who she loves and adores.

Nudging the robot again Marian tilts her head, half contemplating whether or not to explain. She trusts Riona and she is Ferelden... ]

Not particularly, my brother is a Warden. [ Because of her, all because of her. ] Carver Hawke. He is a giant tit but somehow he's managed to make himself into a good Warden.

[bryces_pup]

Oh! I know of her. Adalwolfe told me a story about her and her rather hilarious attempt at courting a man.

[Sadly the story is all she knows of Aveline. And as humorous as it is, it's certainly not the most flattering account of her.]

You have family in the Wardens? Maker help you both. [She laughs a little.] Though despite saying that, you'd be surprised at what being in the Wardens does to a person, both good and bad. I take it he's part of the Free Marches division?

[ofkirkwall]

Despite her hilarious courting attempts she can be proper scary sometimes, not that I find her scary. Other people do. A lot of other people.

[ Only because she knows the woman has a soft spot for her, it allows her to get away with things that other people probably wouldn't. Maker's balls, she really does miss her.

Hawke shrugs, tilting her head slightly to the side. ]

I can't really say for sure. I handed Carver over to a Warden named Stroud, thing were a little dire at that point I didn't consider asking what division he was from. After I received word that he survived the blight that was coursing through him I didn't really care, Carver was alive. [ Still she manages a smile though. ] It has done him a lot of good, not nearly as angry and bitter as he used to be.

[bryces_pup]

As I imagine most guard-captains are. But clearly she has a few soft spots. Wolfe seemed as fond of her as you do.

[Her eyes widen briefly at the mention of Stroud; it's not the first time she's heard of him. He died in the Fade, according to Leliana and Wolfe. And given that a Hawke had been in there with him when it happened...

No, she won't bring that up. No need to dredge that up.]

Fair enough. So he fell ill with the taint? [Riona's seen what happens to a person when they're afflicted with it. It's not pretty.] I'm glad he got to join them, then. It's a hard life, but it can be beneficial. Does he like being a Warden?

[ofkirkwall]

Hard not to be.

[ Something has Hawke brace herself as Stroud's name leave her lips, brief flickers of unpleasant memories dancing across her vision. Talk of Stroud comes hand in hand with talk of Carver, of the Deep Roads, of the Fade... It makes her glad when Riona doesn't bring the latter of the three up, muscles relaxing with a barely audible sigh of relief.

It can happen when you're trapped in the Deeps Roads with nothing by darkspawn, demons, and giant spiders as company. [ She jokes, of course, for to face that lingering guilt isn't something she feels like doing today. ] He does, surprisingly. Wrote me a letter once about how he can finally make a name for himself outside of my shadow.

[bryces_pup]

For an expedition, wasn't it? [She recalls hearing something about that. Either her or Wolfe told her as much. ] Yes, darkspawn are pesky like that. And rude. Very rude. But it seems your brother made the best out of their impoliteness.

[ofkirkwall]

A risky venture that was going to get us out of the muck of Lowtown, yes. [ A venture that ultimately was successful, at the cost of her brother and Bartrand's sanity. ] Actually he was a right tit about it, he didn't tell me what happened until things got bad. Thankfully there was some Wardens in the Deep Roads at the time and Anders was with us, if he hadn't been... Well things would have turned out differently.

[bryces_pup]

Oh Maker, don't tell me he tried to shrug it off?

[If he was here, she'd hit him over the head for that.]

We Wardens are quite handy down in the Deep Roads. I suspect Anders complained for a good chunk of the time, though. He bloody hates the Deep Roads. [Then again, who doesn't?]

[ofkirkwall]

Of course he did, wouldn't be Carver if he didn't try to hide his damn injuries.

[ There is a fondness to her voice as well as irritation. It's something he did when they were kids, when he was too proud to admit when he was hurt, too proud to ask for her help. What a snot nosed kid he used to be. ]

I know, I heard it in great detail... Still I'm glad he was there. We wouldn't of had a handy dandy Warden detector with us if he hadn't been.