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#001.

Who: Solas and everyone!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: On board the Marsiva
When: 11th-14th!

[ It's a good thing the network is already on when Solas is awake, mostly because the first thing he does is promptly fall out of the bed. There's a long moment of silence before there comes a long suffering sigh and a spot of movement, the blackness moving to reveal a voice, quiet and measured as he looks around. ]

... Ah.

[ He frowns, his eyes narrowing a little before he continues, as if he's taking in everything before he even considers making a movement. ]

Well, this is certainly different.

( action )

[ Until he's assigned, Solas can be found in the room he woke up in, loathe to go too far. He's very quiet and keeps to himself, especially if people mention anyone that might be from 'his world'; for the most part he seems particularly solitary. He does ask, once or twice, if anyone has any idea about painting, or something called the 'Fade', but generally he appears to be rather a loner.

At least it's obvious that, if spoken to, he will be particularly polite and generally quite cheerful, for the most part. ]

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[She's teased Solas before, whether while she was flirting with him or about being allergic to halla, but she's fairly certain he won't take well to making fun of him for falling out of his bed, so she's doing her best to hold her laughter in.

It's an epic struggle, but she wins, manages to just give him a very relieved looking smile. This is certainly a face she's missed.]

Are you alright? That looked painful.

[ There's another rather frustrated noise as Solas collects himself, running his hands over his arms as if to brush away imaginary dirt, but then his head tilts and he watches her. Another elf - Dalish, of course, but he hardly expected anything different. ]

I'm quite fine, thank you. [ His nose wrinkles a little; he's not alright. He has been kidnapped and he was busy. ] I wasn't expecting to be in a bed.

[The idea that he wouldn't recognize her hasn't crossed her mind yet, so she really expects that distaste to be directed at the circumstances, not her. It's been months since was dissatisfied with her because she was Dalish, after all. She's nearly forgotten that look.]

Well we all have to sleep sometimes, Solas, even you.

[Fenris only gives the network the most passing of glances. He's busy with other plans. ]

Perhaps Atroma really does like elves a little too much.

[A little derisive? Possibly. ]

[ He's about to reply when he pauses, frowning, his entire body seeming to go stiff. Then his head turns, his expression twists from distaste to something more, a little guarded. When he speaks, his voice is a touch cooler. ]

I don't recall mentioning my name, da'len.

[ Another. It looks like they're really adding up. ]

She would be the first, I think.

[ It's said pleasantly enough, really, given the situation. ]

[Those things don't go together at all, that cold voice and the sweet name. Any time she had ever been called da'len, had ever used it herself, it had been from a place of love, of caring.

It's... disturbing, in a way. And then she feels incredibly foolish, because how many times has she explained this, the discrepancies, the different timelines? He must not know her, but she'll consider how much that hurts later. For now, she'd like to make him stop looking at her like that.]

Forgive me, I knew- well, you, in a different world. Do you know of clan Lavellan? Of Arhen, perhaps?

[Atroma wouldn't pick someone entirely unrelated to everyone else here, would they? How would that be good for ratings?]

[Hello, Solas, have an elf with huge ears that curve at the tips and long eyebrows. Oh, and the Fade-green eyes. Can't forget those.]

I suppose I can offer condolences.

[ The name makes him pause and, for a moment, he considers her words. It might be possible that another from Arhen's clan were to be here, seeing as he was, but all the same - he knew what had been done to Clan Lavellan. He had not been able to offer much comfort on the matter, but, at least, he had been aware and careful with his words.

Now, though, Solas doesn't soften much. Instead, his frown lessens, a little less serious. ]

I know Arhen. The Inquisitor.

[ He's incredibly careful with this - he had left a few weeks before and he wasn't certain what any of his old companions might have thought with regards to that. Better to be gentle with it than to step forward when he wasn't prepared. ]

You knew a version of myself in a world not my own?

Better than your ire, I imagine.

[ He is aching, but he does try to soften and be pleasant. Especially with such a... Unique stranger. ]

We may not be from the same world, but I suppose I might never give a fellow elf my ire unless it was deserved.

[Even those that annoyed him, he would still lay down his life for, but he doesn't care to explain that about himself.]

They. Atroma is a they. The ones who have captured you, all of us.

That's right. You- well, he, I suppose, he was a mentor to me in the same I assume you are to Arhen.

[She's done a lot to keep people from finding out much about the whole Inquisitor business here, and that's not about to stop now, especially when Arhen wasn't exactly in love with the whole thing either. Still, she can get the point across without actually using the title.]

My name is Jove. I was the one at the conclave, in my world.

[And Cullen thought he was off to an awkward start. Cullen just barely bites back an amused smile.]

At this rate, we'll have the whole Inquisition here.

[ He makes a soft noise, rather discontent. Probably for good reason. At least none of them seem upset to see him, which speaks for where they're from in 'time'. ]

Perhaps together we might be able to survive this place, then, Commander.

And what can you tell me about your world?

[ Let's ignore the elf parts for now. ]

They.

[ He shakes his head. ]

I'm sure the answer is obvious, but there's no way home?

So you were his - my - lethallan, then.

[ He isn't sure how he feels about this. He isn't entirely sure he believes it, but after the Tevinter Time magic and what had happened as a result of it... He's believed stranger things in his time.

But - she was at the conclave. His eyes widen, flick, but he hides his fear behind a gentle, curious tilt of his head. ]

You were in his place, with the same experiences?

[There's a weary sigh. He hates having to explain things.]

I am from Azeroth, and the only part of it that matters to me is my homeland, Quel'thalas. We blood elves are the heirs to the arcane magic in Azeroth, the other races that toy with it are mere children.

[Especially the humans.]

Quel'thalas was an indenendent nation, but with the death of our final Prince, we've become ruled by the two main factions within us- the Farstriders, and the Magisters. Overseeing both of their leaders is the Regent Lord.

This is all relatively recent history. Quel'thalas has been in existence for ten thousand years, and our roots run even deeper than that.

[he doesn't put video on for whatever reason--but still, there's a fairly pleasant voice coming in over the nearest speakers.]

You'll be saying that for a while, stranger. Welcome to the Fleet.

[oof, that's rough. Arriving is hard enough without getting a lump on your head for the trouble. She examines the video feed a bit more closely and then clears her throat slightly-- she doesn't want to be too startling.]

Mm, different might be an understatement. This place is quite unique. [and, she pauses before asking]

Are you alright?

[She knew she could trust Solas - any version of him - to catch on quickly.]

There are some differences. I haven't fallen madly in love with a mage from Tevinter, for example. But we're both mages, both Firsts. I think I've experienced a bit more than he has as well. In my world I've just returned from the Temple of Mythal but of the people from Thedas here, I'm the only one who has.

[And that's been difficult. The Arbor Wilds had felt so different from the rest of Thedas and the Temple itself had been nearly overwhelming. Standing in that place, her own forgotten culture surrounding her, it- well. It would have been something she'd have liked to talk about with someone after the fact.]

[ He's very careful as he moves forward with his questions, needing to gauge how much she knows compared to what he has. What he is. The steps are careful and measured and he tries to keep his face as gentle as he can, as if this is all just a teasing game. ]

Not anymore. I, too, have been to the temple and experienced it. It was a shining example of what elven history might have once been in Thedas.

[ Flower it and distract, he thinks to himself. ]

You are comfortable with this situation?

Thankfully, I am quite used to things being different.

[ Even if he does sound a little petulant still. ]

So I see. I think that I might have much to learn.

[ His smile is a little softer, now. Human she might be (by all appearances) but that doesn't mean she deserves all his frustration thrown at her in one rather giant leap. ]

I'm well, thank you, simply a little confused.

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