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[samahl]

Who: Cyril Lavellan
Broadcast: Fleetwide (accidentally)
Action: Wonderduck
When: After the Shuffle


[WONDERDUCK]

Cyril's welcome to the Fleet was wrought with the despair of losing a planet and the people left on it. He can tell that things are tense even though he's new. This means that he needs to deal with the sudden appearance of information in his mind while also navigating the grief of others. It's a very strange welcome for many reasons.

He isn't sure what he thinks of this place. There's so much he has to take in right away. He has to deal with learning about space travel, different worlds, and technology so far outside of anything that could be found on Thedas. He's impossibly curious about it all, but because of the lingering feeling around the Fleet he isn't sure if now is the time to ask questions.

Instead, he focuses on getting settled. When he was brought here he had on the clothes he wore around High Town, a nice tunic and pants - as well as a prosthetic that was a hand carved out of polished wood rather than any of his functioning ones. He'd have to see about rebuilding something that would be of use when he was piloting. The fake hand was very well crafted and designed to put people at ease, but it didn't let him grip anything easily. However, that could come later - along with all of his questions.


[VIDEO]

[Cyril doesn't seem to realize that he's accidentally started a broadcast. He is closed up in his new room and he had meant to try to get his Sending Crystal to work, but instead it is useless in his hand. The Fleet, however, seems to think that this means he's okay with his message being brought to people here instead. After all, the person he's trying to contact is one of them - even if not in the way that Cyril thinks.]

I don't think this is working, but just in case -- [He turns the crystal over in his hand, examining it as if he can will it to start working. He's alone in this room so he has removed the fake arm, comfortable without the weight of it when he thinks he doesn't have people around to gawk at him for missing a limb.] Just in case you can hear me...

I'm well. I'm in one piece - well, excepting the part we already knew was missing. [It's a joke, and he manages to make his voice casual and even smile a bit as he says it.] Please don't worry, my friend. I'll find a way back home.

I'm surrounded by friendly people. Including.... an enchanted clock? I wish you were here. It would be fun to disparage the character of a mage who puts a man's consciousness into a clock.

[Another joke, and another pause.] Please don't leave Tevinter. What you are Maevaris are doing is vital. If you can hear me, get a message to Leliana instead and know that I'm well and working on returning...

Comments

audio;; just to be a troll

[fantachetic]

[ The post to the network comes through as Dorian is sitting at the console trying to get used to the communications array. At first, it sounds like an average sort of calling that one might use to gather their bearings or get information as he had. The more he listens, the more personal it feels. Like he's intruding on a personal conversation. It's then that Dorian really decides to pay attention and watch. The elf--is he Dalish? There's still not a lot that he knows about the Dalish, save for what the Inquisitor has educated him on.

He vaguely recognizes the crystal in his hand. It's horribly sentimental to think that it will work wherever it is they happen to be.. He huffs a laugh at the thought of the mage who would do that to poor Cogsworth, the pleasant fellow he is- but he knows it's not quite that simple. The word 'Tevinter' makes him gawk. Who else in this place is from his homeland? But then he mentions Maevaris, the closest friend he has in Qarinus.. He hasn't been home in some time, though he had hopes.. ]

It might be a bit impossible to get a message to Lady Nightingale from the stars.

[samahl]

[Cyril jerks in surprise as if he thinks the crystal is somehow working, but then he realizes it's not glowing and the voice doesn't have that echo he's gotten used to listening to crystals the last few years.

His head turns towards the noise and he realizes it's coming from the network and that Dorian's words mean that he's here too.]

Dorian! You're here! [He sounds stunned and relieved all at the same time. He'll think about the implications of it later. He tucks the crystal away and focuses entirely on the network now.] How long have you been here?

Also, I'm pretty sure she goes by Divine Victoria now. [That last part he adds with a bit of a sly smile, covering up the instant emotional response he had had to hearing Dorian's voice behind a joke.]

[fantachetic]

A few weeks at most. They've been rather eventful.. [ Not exactly in the best of ways, but he'd been able to help, at least. Divine Justinia is still freshly-dead in the memories of the people, but the Chantry is still looking for a replacement. Leiliana would be a good Divine, albeit a terrifying one. The thought of it just-- ]

Maker, could you imagine? She would be a force to be reckoned with.

[samahl]

What do you mean you'd have to imagine it? [He asks, with a gentle but slightly confused chuckle.] Dorian, it's only been a handful of months since the Exalted Council. You saw her. Chanty robes, big hat, and all.

Are you feeling alright?

Video

[bryces_pup]

[Oh. Oh dear. Accidental broadcast and the poor man's none the wiser. Riona drums her fingers against her lips, trying to figure out the best way to go about this.]

Ah... well, I don't know what that crystal is supposed to be doing, but your communicator is broadcasting to everyone.

[samahl]

[He turns his head towards the sound and then lifts his eyebrows at the sight of her. He feels like he should be more confused by the idea, by even the concept of a 'video' and what that is, but the augment fills in the gaps and he realizes that this isn't just a hallucination, but a real person somewhere else in the fleet.]

Oh dear. How embarrassing. [But he doesn't look too terribly embarrassed, even if a part of him feels it. He smiles at her and then tucks the crystal away. The tension that was in his shoulders as he was trying to send the message relaxes and he quickly covers up any sign of vulnerability.]

It's a good thing I didn't say anything racy. Now, that would have been mortifying. [His tone here is playful, as he pretends this whole thing is a joke, but his expression and tone get more sincere as he focuses entirely on her.]

Thank you for informing me.

It's a sending crystal, one connected to another identical crystal that is in the hands of very good friend back home. It's probably too far for the magic to work. I thought I ought to try though.

I suppose it's not a total loss, if I can speak to new faces, especially ones belonging to kind women who inform me when I'm making an ass of myself.

[bryces_pup]

Don't worry, you're not the first one to accidentally broadcast, and you will not be the last. [Naturally, she's curious as to what he was talking about earlier, especially since it involves Tevinter. But even though he seems to brush off his embarrassment, Riona won't add to it by prying.]

It won't work here, more than likely. Still, it's something from home, so cherish it.

[Those are rare on the ground.]

You'll have plenty of new faces to talk to here. It seems our captors are picking on Thedas again, since you're the... fifth one from there to show up in the span of a few weeks. [It seems like Atroma suddenly realized there was only three of them left at one point, and thus decided to send more in en masse.] Riona Cousland. Nice to meet you...?

[samahl]

I am Cyril Lavellan.

[ His eyes narrow just a bit at the sound of her name, specifically her last name, but he doesn't comment on it for now. ]

Who else arrived recently, if you don't mind me asking?

Video;

[wolfuncaged]

What are you talking about? What is happening in Tevinter?

[He hasn't heard about his homeland for a longass time. Everything seems to be happening South. He was kind of hoping the hole in the sky ate the place alive, but there you go. If wishes were horses. ]

[samahl]

[Cyril has figured out by now that his crystal conversation wasn't private, but he still regards this new questions with a bit of wariness. That is, until he notices the person is an elf with white hair and strange markings. He's read Tale of the Champion enough times and spoken with Varric repeatedly about his friends to put it together who he might be speaking with, but there is no way to be sure without confirmation.]

That isn't a question I'd want to answer in public back home, and I'm not entirely sure of who is here to answer it in a place where apparently everyone can overhear.

But I would be willing to discuss it with you privately. Provided you are who I think you are.

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris doesn't look all that amused- not that he ever does, mind. ]

I don't think I want to be alone with anyone who is supporting Tevinter, regardless of who you think I am.

[samahl]

I don't support Tevinter. Not as they are now.

[After a moment.] That's why I want to be careful. If there was anyone here who could take information back home and pass it to the Archon, for example. That would be very bad.

Action

[servantnotserving]

[Lumière has been off the ship, largely. He's been helping on the Iskaulit and the space station, doing what he does best and trying to make people feel better about being in a desperately terrible situation. He does, eventually, return home, though, and peers in on whom he assumes is a new crewmate talking into a crystal. ]

Please, disparage away. You will not hear any arguments from us.

[samahl]

[By now Cyril has figured out that his crystal conversation wasn't exactly private and when Lumiere peers in he can't help but look a little surprised by his appearance.]

You too? How many people did that witch enchant?

[servantnotserving]

[Lumière will offer up a little wave, hi there. ]

A whole castle full of people. But here? There is just me and Cogsworth. You have met him already, no?

[samahl]

I met him when I arrived on the Wonderduck. [He was the captain after all.]

I am Cyril Lavellan. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Video

[whatisright]

[Are you ready for a guy who looks suspiciously dead, Cyril?

Justice figures that the elf knows by now that the broadcast is public. He also figures this elf is from his world, because he's talking about Tevinter. Plus, from what he's heard, elves aren't common in other worlds, and he hasn't heard even a whisper of the Dalish existing elsewhere.]

You cannot reach anyone who is not part of the Fleet. If the people you reach out to are still in Thedas, they will not hear you. You may have friends here, however.

[samahl]

I've come to discover that.

[Then, after a moment,] Considering you knew the name, does that mean you're Thedosian?

[Cyril's brow does raise a bit at his appearance but he doesn't comment on it. The whole 'super dead looking' thing could just mean he's a Warden in the last stages of his Calling, after all, and that opens a whole mess of questions about how that would work while time is frozen for them.]

video;

[ofkirkwall]

[ The mention of Tevinter obviously catches Hawke's attention more so than the Dalish elf awkwardly attempting to use his... crystal? That part is curious, but not nearly as attention grabbing. ]

So, [ Her communicator seems to be on a table, leading the image of Marian Hawke leaning against a table, chin resting upon linked hands. ] What's happening in Tevinter? Is it burning? Oh, please tell me it's burning.

[ Cause maaan, fuck Tevinter. ]

[samahl]

More that it's smoldering in the background, building up for a fire or two.

[He has no idea who you are, pretty lady. But once someone explains that whole 'multiple version of one person' he's going to have to consider you a friend. Hawkes are friend shaped, right?]

[ofkirkwall]

That's a shame, I honestly hoped it burnt down by now. That or a giant demonic dragon swooped down and ate the entirety of Tevinter.

[ Most of the time, yes. ]

[samahl]

From my experience the scary dragons tend to come from Tevinter, not the other way around.

Video

[wolfehawke]

[The mention of Tevinter doesn't just get one dumb bird's Hawke's attention, but catches the notice of both. That and the markings on the Dalish elf's face - even if more ornate - have a similar pattern to the Inquisitor Lavellan he knows. If Wolfe were to guess, this would be some other version of the very same if he knows Dorian and Leliana, though it seems he's had a much rougher time of it, being... disarmed and all.]

Well well, small universe. You'd be an Inquisitor, then?

[samahl]

Apparently one of many. [He is very careful to sound vaguely amused and not at all upset over this knowledge.]

[wolfehawke]

[The Inquisitor may be careful about his tone but Adalwolfe, being in something of the same shoes, can guess as to what feelings he might be hiding over the news.]

It's not so bad; I'm one of many too. I like to think of it as having a lot of family to discover.