driftfleet | The Ides of March better not be upon us....

[Leliana can be found going about her security duties, double checking things are safe and sound now that the group has landed on a new planet. She can also be found in the Cargo Bay working on her archery and willing to discuss lessons should anyone like them.

The last few days have been interesting to say the least. With Riona in another deep sleep, it's fallen to her to keep Kiter by her side for the time being. The mabari pup can be found bounding along at her side, doing his typical doggy things. If she's concerned, Leliana is careful not to show such things. It wasn't as if she was inexperienced in what went on when one went into slumber like that. Still, she's gone about tidying up the Warden's things, leaving a plate of food every so often on the off chance she would wake up that day or the next.

There might also be a few doodles on her skin, new ones added every day - in case anyone was wondering about that.]

Is the lady Riona awake yet?

[Robb pops his head around the door with a deep frown on his face. Seeker is walking behind him, sniffing at Kiter in a curious way.]

Must I take over for you? A shift or so?

Not yet, unfortunately. I've been leaving her food on the off chance she wakes and I am not here.

[And then returning it or eating it when she finds herself faced with the still sleeping Warden.]

I'll be fine. It's not as if I am neglecting my health or duties over this. It's only that I am worried after her. She's aging. I did not think that was possible.

Do not leave the food out there for too long. Otherwise she might end up waking up in quite a smelly room.

[He experienced that first hand. It wasn’t a good idea to keep the milk outside the refrigerator for a long time.]

Aging? [The thought about spoiled milk is soon forgotten.] Visibly? [That idea gives him the chills. Would that mean that they have seen him bleed and die only to regain life again? When he speaks again he looks a bit more pale.]

Is she turning into an old lady?

Oh, no of course not. The last thing I'd want her to wake up to is the smell of sour food.

[As for his question - she can't help but laugh.]

Maker, no - I thinks he's just... it's a bit like her body is catching up to time passing back home while she sleeps. When I was asleep two years had passed and I woke up here. For her... I wonder if it'd be more like ten years. The same happened to Anders - [And realizing Robb might not know Anders, she adds - ] He is the medic aboard the Three Twins - ah... whatever it's called now.

[Robb laughs with her even though it is no laughing matter as all.]

For me it has been a couple of months as well. [Maybe he became seventeen but it is nothing compared to dying. Everything pales in comparison to that.] Not years... [There simply wasn't something like years for Robb Stark.] Is that...a good thing? At least, when it comes to her past.

[A nod.]

I have spoken to him. He is fond of gardening and such. He seems to be a good man.

Only that she would have less questions about the future, having lived a great deal of it, I imagine.

[She nods, looking thoughtful on the subject.]

Anders, after myself, is probably Riona's closest friend from our home. I'll need to keep him updated while she continues to sleep like this.

Hmn. [Robb thinks of those words for a moment and then looks at her again.] What would you prefer? Not knowing your future and stay oblivious to all the bad things that might lie ahead? Or knowing of it, having to deal with it... Maybe that is... [He pauses again to think.] ...the thing that makes her grow older.

[At her last words he merely nods.]

You can call him over if you wish. I can cover your shift.

A: Hunter Gatherer

[Sokka can often be found lugging various (very dead) fish into the cargo hold for preparation. Some get frozen, some get hacked up and dried into fish jerky - it's gross, but if they're ever staring, they'll be glad for it. He's even started salting some now, too. He'll also bring in kelp and pretty much anything else he can hunt or pull up to add to their food source.

The ~~Peepers~~ one eyed fish are weird as hell, though. He's pulling a face as he examines one. ]

What is with the one giant eye? How are you even like this? How do you even survive?

B: Space sword!

[After his little trip into stupid challenges with Allen and Clay, Sokka has finally, after two long years of waiting and hoping, been reunited with his beloved space sword. He can be found in the bridge, sharpening it lovingly, or in the cargo hold, waving it about in practised sweeps. The sword itself is pure black and looks exceptionally sharp. Sokka's movements are actually quite controlled, he knows how to wield it well. The picture of a perfect, poised warrior, at one with his weapon.

Shame the noises he's making kind of ruins the image a little. ]

Swoooosh! Clang. Chink. Whoooopa.

[Leliana had made her own trip through the challenges, having acquired seeds for her trouble. She had yet to find a planter or soil and the like for them just yet, but had plans to acquire such things in due time. When she arrives to the cargo bay to also train and take her mind off Riona's slumber, she found herself faced with the captain of the Blue Fish swinging around a finely crafted blade. Taking care to not make a sound, she partially hoped she might surprise the daylights out of him and break that well crafted concentration he was employing.]

You're quite skilled. Where did you learn to use a blade?

[Not that it's surprising. They had talked before about his experiences with war. His skills clearly had come from that.]

[He starts a little, but at least he manages not to shriek like a girl or anything. He turns to flash her a big grin. ]

Oh, hey, Leliana. [He glances down at the sword, fond. ] Master Piando taught me. I was really lucky, one of the few apprentices he ever took on.

Oh? He must have been incredibly skilled. I can tell just from looking at your posture and movements.

[Which makes Sokka a very formidable fighter. It's a good thing they're on the same side.]

[That sure makes Sokka's chest puff out a little, as a proud, happy grin plasters his face. ]

He is! He's one of the greatest sword-fighters our world has ever known. He was the trainer for the Fire Nations' royal family and everything.

[The key words here being Fire and Nation. ]

[Gosh Sokka you are too cute... what a cute kid, being all happy about his teacher.]

Oh? And how did you come by that lovely sword of yours? The craftsmanship is lovely.
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[She is definitely someone who appreciates blades. Maybe not obsessively so, as shoes are her true passion, but she can appreciate them as much as the next assassin.]

[His teacher is amazing okay. ]

I'll take that as a compliment. I made it myself. [He offers it over for her to check out for herself. ] I forged it out of a piece of meteorite.

Meteorite - what sort of metal is that?

[It certainly gave it an intriguing dark color. In the right light it even shown different flecks, like stardust.]

[He opens his mouth to give a complicated scientific explanation, then pauses. No. She won't understand that. ]

So a meteorite is like...a rock in the sky. Sometimes, they crash to earth, and if you smelt them, you can make metal out of them.

The Ides of March better not be upon us....

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