Twelfth Blight - voice

[bryces_pup]

Who: Riona and you
Broadcast: Yup
Action: On the Blue Fish if desired
When: September 2nd

[These past weeks have been rough, to say the least. Today has been harder than normal, though she knows why. Ultimately it shouldn't matter, she tells herself. It's just another day, nothing's different-

No, that's a load of crock and she knows it. Birthdays aren't meant to be spent alone.

Ordinarily she'd just take to going to one of the Iskaulit's bars to help her ignore her troubles. Or maybe, since they've landed now, she can try and find a place planetside. Alcohol makes everything better, right? (No, it doesn't.) Yet she finds herself hoping to find another way to spend her birthday, rather than just doing what she's been doing for weeks: get drunk until she stumbles back to her bed and wakes up with a hangover. Logically she knows if she says something about it, her friends will reach out to her. But something holds her back, some combination of not wanting to seem needy and looking like she's throwing a pity party for herself. Besides, she's never been one to broadcast - figuratively or literally - her problems. Why start now?

Even still, it's harder to plug her ears and pretend everything's going okay today. It'd be nice to just... do something for once. Go out, have fun. Maybe even smile. But she feels more or less glued to her bed, and no matter what she tells herself, she finds it hard to work up the desire to get up.

...okay, maybe she should. Ask for help. Subtly. Luckily, her communicator is nearby.]

Lovely little place we've come to, isn't it? [From what little she's seen of it through the windows.] Though, given the recent rash of nightmares and how this planet "sings" like some of the other ones did, I suspect there's something underneath the idyllic facade this place presents. Or maybe I've just grown cynical. [Or wised up to Atroma's patterns.] Maybe it's nothing, but... be careful down there, everyone.

[It's a struggle to keep her tone light, as if she's merely discussing what color she should paint her door.] Matters of cynicism or caution aside, I have a query for you all. How do you motivate yourself to... go do something? Not necessarily to be productive, but more just because you know you should be doing something, rather than letting yourself sink into a rut? There's not a lack of things to do, especially now that we've landed, but sometimes it's... difficult to find the motivation. [Okay that sounds mildly alarming and that's not her intention at all.] Just every now and then [More like nearly every day], but it's frustrating when it happens nonetheless, doubly so when there's a new planet to explore. Maybe it's just a matter of riding it out, but any advice would be appreciated.

Comments

[wolfuncaged]

That would be the one. Please don't repeat the pun, because mine did it too, and he has less of a sense of humour than mine. I am fairly certain that horrible pun is the one thing that is universal amongst all of them.

[Which is, quite frankly, the worst possible thing they could all share. ]

[bryces_pup]

Oh, but it's so good!

[Come on, Fen. What's a world without the joy of spreading puns?]

[wolfuncaged]

[Just. The flattest look. The flattest possible look. ]

No. It was awful.

[bryces_pup]

Oh, it breaks my heart how you don't appreciate a good pun. Truly and terribly. [Dramatic sigh, and a hand to her chest.] Your poor Hawke. He finally has a shining moment of humor and you probably gave him the same look you're giving me. No wonder he was so dour.

[wolfuncaged]

I honestly think Hawke would have expected nothing less from me. If I would have laughed, he would have been suspicious and paranoid for the rest of the journey home.

[He ain't got time for that, Riona. ]

Tallis thought it was funny. I am sure that sufficed.

[bryces_pup]

Tallis? I don't recall hearing her name tossed about before.

[wolfuncaged]

She was an elf- a follower of the Qun- a Ben-Hassrath. She was the reason we were there. It ended up being her trap, but one with good intentions, I suppose.

[bryces_pup]

A... well-intentioned trap? [Wuuuut] I think you're going to have to spell this out for me, especially since the Qun's involved and Maker only knows what insanity that entails.

[wolfuncaged]

She lied for the reasons for our quest. We assumed we were going in to retrieve a relic. What were were actually retrieving was a list of Ben-Hassrath sleeper agents. She went against the wishes of the Ariqun- because she did not wish for innocent people to have their lives threatened with their true alliances exposed to the world at large.

[bryces_pup]

Generous of all of you to help her. I'd have done the same, but I know many who would think exposing a list of Qunari agents to be for the greater good.

[wolfuncaged]

We honestly did not know of the ruse until we were in too deep. Still, we could have walked away. Luckily for her, Garrett was having one of his rare generous moments.

[Fleeting as they were. ]