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Who: Gil + OPEN. Gil + Tyrion. Gil + Dorian.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Iskaulit - Málum
When: Forward dated to a few days after the planet's destruction.

[OPEN - VIDEO]

I think I need a distraction. Poker in Málum?

[OPEN - ACTION]

People seemed interested in playing poker before a planet was evaporated, and now, to Gil, it seemed important to offer a place to decompress and process. Poker was a good way to bond and remind yourself that you were alive. They could also use this game to plan for future poker nights - because they indeed had a future.

He left the invitation open and then found a table in Málum to relax a nurse a couple beers. Anyone could join the game at any time while he was there, and maybe even after if anyone else had a pack of cards.

[TYRION]

He had met Tyrion after the engines had failed. They had been two engineers working together frantically to save as many as possible. That sort of mad dash work leaves an impression, and Gil figures they both could use a drink. A lot of drinks actually.

He sends a private invitation to Tyrion, telling him he'll pay for the first round, and that's how he ends up in the bar again. This time he keeps looking over to the enterance see if Tyrion has arrived.

[DORIAN]

Gil had promised Dorian a drink as soon as they could and so once he has that moment he contacts Dorian and offers to meet in the bar. He honestly feels less nervous about meeting Dorian that he had seeing Tyrion again. With Dorian there was attraction and flirting and there was something intrinsically comforting there. The idea of having the attention of a beautiful man was enough to make a person feel alive - even when faced with so much destruction.

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[ Dorian was pleasantly surprised to receive the message, especially after everything that happened with Lyuku. Everyone had been busy doing what they could, that it had rather slipped his mind. He replies, because of course he does. They could use something to look forward to after watching a planet die. He strolls into the aforementioned bar and finds Gil, sliding into the booth across from him. ]

You message came at an opportune time. I could use a drink or two.

[ Gil's brow lifts a bit as Dorian enters and comes near. He's even more pretty in person.]

Maybe even three? [He offers with a bit of a smile.] Or ten.

I'll take that action.

On my way.

[Cloud's been to the bar before, though it's a little kitschy for his tastes, but a bar's a bar and cards are cards. He orders a drink at the bar before taking it over to the table in the back, sliding into a chair and grabbing one of the cork coasters for his glass.]

Deal me in.

Of course.

[Gil shuffles and then starts dealing.]

I'm Gil. Nice to meet you.

Cloud. [Nods at that, since he has no dang manners, and fans out his hand.] Some heavy stuff the past few days.

[ He chuckles. ] I'm glad you have faith in my abilities to hold my liquor. I wouldn't want you to have to empty your pockets on my account.

As if Tyrion would ever turn down free drinks from a fellow engineer? Hah! The Seven would have to be dead and gone first. He's cleaned up, curly hair pulled back into a short ponytail, beard trimmed, wearing his basic red and blacks as he hobbles through the entrance. He salutes Gil, smirking as he makes his way over to the bar.

"Well hello there, fellow genius engineer."

Gil chuckles and makes sure that Tyrion is seated before replying. "That's right, we are geniuses aren't we?"

Ah, I wouldn't worry about that. Tonight is about having a good time, not fussing over credits.

"Of the highest order. I do not see anyone else putting together what we did out of spit and creativity." He pulls himself up on the stool. "What are you drinking?"

"Just a beer for now," Gil admits. "I didn't want to get too sloppy before you showed up."

"Well that is fair." He lifted one finger to order a glass of wine, and a glass of water, to mix and match. "One can't be too careful about drinking here. You never know when someething might go .... horribly wrong."

Splendid. I'll start with whatever the equivalent of a red wine is. Something dry with a hint of spice.

Ooh. Been a while since I've been around good wine. [Still, they can order and then settle in once Dorian has his drink.]

So, tell me about where you're from? Unless that topic is too painful? [It still seems better than asking about current events.]

"Not too different from back home then," Gil answered. Though they hadn't had such a planet destroying catastrophe yet, it seemed in the realm of possibility.

Rather than focusing on that, though, he asks, seemingly randomly, "Say. have you ever heard of the krogan?"

"Precisely so ser." He takes up his wine, sipping it delicately, before his lips press together in a thoughtful frown.

"I cannot say that I have. Who or what are the krogan?"

[Felix doesn't send a message ahead because he's not really even sure until he gets out of his shuttle to board the Iskaulit that he's even going to go take Gil up on the fleet-wide offer.

He's been...it's been rough. He'd passed out for the better part of a day after the planet was destroyed but after that...well. There was a reason he worked himself as hard as he did during the evacuation. He's been holing himself in his room since he work up, but that doesn't really make things better. Nothing really makes anything better, but maybe if he switches things up and tries to distract himself with drinks and cards it'll work better.

Felix sinks somewhat heavily into a seat across from Gil.]

I'll warn you, I'm not actually that good at cards. Might not be much of a challenge.

[Apparently that's in lieu of an actual hello. He looks different from the guy talking about FTL tech over the comms. The look in his eyes is duller, though his posture looks like an attempt at being laid back. Felix smiles, even though it's a little tight and doesn't really reach his eyes.]

[ Once they do have their drinks, he settles into his seat, taking a sip of his wine before speaking. It's a bit more dry than he was expecting, but it will do. ]

No, it's quite alright. I'm from the Tevinter Imperium. I'm almost certain you're unaware of where that is. It is a country to the north of the Waking Sea. The climate is certainly more tolerable than the cold of the South.

What planet is that on? [Because, yeah, none of that sounds even a little bit familiar.]

That, I couldn't tell you. If you wanted to know about the Imperium or even Thedas, I could give you some sort of geographical layout.

[ Sorry, Gil. The oceans to the north are treacherous and not a lot is known about what's beyond or how far the waters stretch. ]

Sure. [He takes a pen he uses for work out of a pocket and looks around for paper. He settles on a napkin.] Time for a rough, not entirely geographically accurate, sketch? [He offers the pen to Dorian. His tone is playful, making it clear that he can back down if he'd rather not.]

[ Well, then. He will take that challenge and draw out a rudimentary map of Thedas. Dorian won't back down from a challenge, but he's a mage, not an artist. He labels points of interest as he goes along. ]

The Tevinter Imperium lies here, the Nocen Sea lies to the north and Minrathous, the city where I was last, is located here-- [ He marks a small dot on his napkin map and proceeds to label the surrounding locations. ] Surrounding the Imperium are the Anderfels to the West, Antiva to the East, the Free Marches are South East, and Nevarra directly South. Even further south than that is the Waking Sea, which is positively ghastly to cross.

Orlais and Ferelden are divided by the Frostback Mountains. [ He raises a brow, giving Gil a smile. ] Shall I go into further detail, or will this suffice?

[Gil grins simply because he enjoys the sight of Dorian's smile and the way it makes it mustache move.]

This gives me a good idea.

It also lets me know it's no colony I've heard of. Where did you people come from? Are they natives to this planet or did they come from somewhere else?

I only ask because the probability of humans evolving on another world has got to be... well, higher than I can count at least.

Considering we do not know much else beyond the Amaranthine Ocean, the Frozen Seas, or Par Vollen..

The Chantry states that the Maker created Thedas after he was dissatisfied with his first creation, the Fade. It could shape to its will, so it became tedious, one can assume. As his new creations could invent and dream. I'll not get into the theology of the first apparent Sin, but it's a tale long-convoluted by dithering sisters, I'm certain.

[ He waves a hand in dismissal. He'd rather not speak to much to religion unless he's incredibly inebriated. He has Opinions. ]

Yeah people have ideas like that back home for me too, about God as a Creator and sins that damn people...

[He shrugs, not really interested in getting into it either.]

Humans are from a place called Earth where I'm from. It's in a galaxy called the Milky Way which is home to a bunch of different kinds of aliens.

I'd offer to draw a map for you, but it wouldn't be half as nice as yours.

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