Ninth Blight

[bryces_pup]

Who: Riona, a crate of blow up sex dolls, and you
Broadcast: Yep
Action: On the Blue Fish (any visitors keep in mind, the locks are in place again so someone would need to let them on the ship)
When: Tonight

[The video flickers on, panning to one very, very annoyed queen. Behind her and off to the side is a large crate. It's been opened, and if one looks carefully, they might see what looks like arms and legs flopped over the side. Riona begins opening a letter, her movements jerky.]

Lucky me, it's been so long since I've gotten one of these. They appear to be plastic... dolls, I suppose. You're supposed to fill them with air and they take shape. I highly doubt they sent all of these for me, and thus this broadcast. What their purpose is, though, I do not know. They seem a little large to be for children. This note should be enlightening, I think.

[Riona holds it up and begins reading:]

"For Riona and the other sorrowfully separated or single persons in the fleet-" It's going to be one of those kinds of drops, I see. "We sympathize with your frustration and separation. Have some of our top quality models, free of charge, for those nights where the loneliness just gets to be too much. And for you, Riona - after we saw your awakening from your coma and learned of your heartbreaking situation, we were moved. We created a special model, just for you. We think you'll find the likeness striking. We already blew it up for you, and it's ready for immediate... use..."

You - Maker's breath, are these for what I think they're for? [Riona shakes her head in disbelief.] And what did they mean by-

[Frowning, Riona drops the note and walks over to the crate. Rifling through it for a moment, she eventually goes "Ah, found it, I think". She seems to wrestle with something for a moment until, after a hard pull, she wrenches it free. Out comes a fully blown up doll, well within view of the camera. Those from Thedas might recognize a certain Fereldan king that Riona just so happens to be married to.

Riona's shock quickly turns to red-faced anger as she slams the doll back down into the crate. Her jaw tightens as she turns and heads to the device.]

Whoever helps me push this blighted thing out the airlock gets a free drink on me. [As soon as she tosses out her offer, she shuts the feed off.]

Comments

[widow_of_the_crag]

The...doll aside, I imagine he is very handsome.

[She's not going to look at the doll. She doesn't want to see Riona's husband naked, as she hopes no one would see hers naked.]

You mentioned you received something like this before?

[bryces_pup]

He is. Very much. The most handsome in the world, though I admit to being slightly biased.

[She huffs out a laugh at her question.]

Last year I received shipments of baskets full of... sex toys and the like. Not just for me, but for many others.

[widow_of_the_crag]

In your world or all worlds?

[Because she would have to object to the latter. Robb was the most handsome.]

Wha- [Her face turned red.] What do you do with them? I mean-What did you do with them? Did you throw them out?

[bryces_pup]

Well, definitely mine. But probably all the worlds, too.

[fite her, jeyne]

I let the rest of the fleet know they were here. If anyone wanted their basket, they were welcome to it. The rest were tossed.

[widow_of_the_crag]

I can't agree. If all the worlds than I think we will have to fight which husband has that title.

[She'll even attempt a fierce look at that.

All of the fearsome presence of a tiny kitten.]

Is that something that happens a lot? We receive gifts like...that?

[bryces_pup]

[Yeah, no. Sorry Jeyne. It just earns her a laugh, but Riona can at least appreciate the effort.]

Aren't we just the sweetest little wives, ready to bicker over who has the handsomest husband?

[Her tone is parts teasing and sarcastic, but she can't help but find it funny. It's such a... wifely thing to do.]

It's happened before but I wouldn't say frequently.

[widow_of_the_crag]

I imagine they would do the same for us.

[That thought is enough to warm her cheeks.]

Why would they give us these gifts?

They can't...see us using them, can they?

[bryces_pup]

Well... I'm not sure. Supposedly we're being watched. I don't know if it's only at certain times, or if it's constant.

[widow_of_the_crag]

[She really hopes it's not all the time, but better to not think about it than worry constantly.]

I hope someday your husband will join us.

[bryces_pup]

[Definitely best not to think about it.]

That's a kind thought. [She shrugs.] But I've long since given up on the hope of seeing him here. Atroma's not that kind to me.

[widow_of_the_crag]

You never know. The day might come when they decide to bring him here.

I don't think Robb ever expected me to arrive. I will hold onto hope for you.

[bryces_pup]

Then I'll leave it to you to hope for me. I dare not get my hopes up with Atroma. They've stepped on me too many times for me to ever think otherwise anymore.