action/video ♪ tfw no bianca

[merchantprince]

Who: Varric and open
Broadcast: Video, and open!
Action: The Huntress crew & visitors.
When: The end of March (after dragon stuff I guess?)

[action;]

[After taking a nice hot shower to wash off a month's worth of dust, Varric is back in business being his nosy self. You bet he's checking the food stores to see how much of the crap he imported is still there, as well as the cargo bay because 1. that's where his desk is and 2. he had a buttload of alcohol there last time he checked.

But really, he's just wandering around so that he can check on his crewmates. He's worried by some of the things he's reading, and he hasn't even set foot on the planet yet.]

[video;]

[Varric eventually settles at his desk and turns on the nearest comm console. Honestly, he looks like nothing's changed. At all. But there is a nervous energy in how his fingers dance along the edge of his makeshift desk, rustling some papers.]

Good evening. Did you all miss me? Don't be shy, we have all night. [Is his chest hair visible? Yes it is.]

I think I'm mostly caught up on what I missed during my exceptionally long beauty nap. [His brown eyes glimmer dangerously in the low light.] Something about peasant uprisings and dragons? Sounds like home.

Comments

[hopefullyyours]

[Komaeda is probably somewhere near the kitchen, inspecting a series of small dots on paper towels with a very serious expression. On a second look, the herbs strung up drying above his head probably suggest that he's not looking at very three-dimensional commas, but seeds.]

Hmmm.... [He definitely can hear somebody passing by, and based on the sound of the tread he can guess who it is. Komaeda squints a little more closely at the specks of would-be plant, hoping he's not imagining the very slight line of white he can see on one.]

[merchantprince]

[That's an... interesting project. Varric is glad he's still alive, but still a bit unnerved by his presence. So it goes.]

What are you up to, Ghost?

[hopefullyyours]

[Komaeda gives Varric a little side-eye at the nickname.] 'Ghost?'

I'm trying to see if any seeds sprout. It would be nice if we could grow some little plants here and there, to liven up the place a bit. Or... maybe calm it down, haha. [Varric might have noticed, on his explorations of the ship, little plant pots here and there with herbs or just little decorative flowers in odd spots.] Some other people are trying to get a hydroponic vegetable patch model going, but I was curious about sprouting in general, since nobody onboard any of the ships seems to have, you know, died of vitamin deficiencies.

[merchantprince]

You're tall as a tree, pale as fog, and you don't make any noise. You're a ghost.

[Also Komaeda watches people when they sleep. Fucking pls.]

That's... actually not a bad idea. The food doesn't really seem nutritious, does it?

I've sort of forgotten what a fresh vegetable even tastes like.

[hopefullyyours]

[Komaeda visibly pales, even with his already faint complexion. A walking dead man, right? A ghost? Already dead.

He doesn't have any response to that that doesn't sound awkward and horrifying, even to his ears, so he just shrugs wordlessly. Perhaps the nickname is... a little too on-point, but he doesn't really have any right to object, does he?]

I had somebody yell at me for calling it textures and pastes, but I really think there's no other way to say it. [Komaeda gestures with the arm ending in a thick wrap of bandages.] Shirley made some baked goods recently, and I'm trying to grow us some herbs and spices. I don't think the lights alone are enough for vegetables, but... Tea, at least? Anyway, Shirley's cooking is really good!

[merchantprince]

[That's... a bit of an odd reaction. Varric arches an eyebrow, but doesn't push.]

No, that's really what it is. Square food and some weird... paste. [A pause.] There's some steak in the freezer, if you ever want a change. Don't eat it all at once, though. It cost me an arm and a leg to get it past customs.

[He smirks though.]

Sounds like you're getting sweet on her to me.

[hopefullyyours]

I thought so too, but he seemed kind of offended. Maybe he really appreciates shapes and lack of texture. [Komaeda frowns in thought.] Really appreciates them.

[At the offer, he looks positively stunned.] I- I appreciate it, but, uh, you got it so, it wouldn't be right of me to...

[OH MY OKAY NOW HE IS BLUSHING. Hot pink: it's the color of your Komaeda today.] No! That's- I just respect her! A lot! She's just such an inspirational person, you know?! Like that!!!

[merchantprince]

What, like he's a fan of triangles?

[What are you even going on about, Komaeda? But look, Varric knows a button when he sees one. So he leans on the nearest counter, smiling like the cat who just licked the butter.]

You sure seem to like her cooking a lot. Sure that's all there is to it?