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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...

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Oh, that is an Irish accent. Nearby to England- but a different place.

[Kind of. There's a lot of scrapping over it, but all of his information is ten years out of date,
so there's little point in sharing it.]

Is that where you are from? Dalish? Your...people?

[Cyril finishes up getting ready to leave but doesn't seem to mind lingering for a moment to explain.]

It's... the type of elf I am. We're physically the same as other elves, but culturally different. You can usually tell an adult Dalish off by their vallaslin, their blood writing. This. [He gestures to the markings around his eyes and forehead.]

Ah, your tattoos, I see. Very decorative.

[Not much of a THING in the nobles he usually deals with. He'll hop over to the shuttle, pausing outside, because...well, doors are tricky when you don't have hands.]

I would be very interested in learning about your people, when you have more time.

We'll have a lot of time to talk as we'll be living in a small space together, won't we?

I'm afraid you shouldn't expect too much, though, even. I've never been the best at being Dalish.

[Lumière flashes him a charming smile. ]

Oui, we'll have plenty of time to get to know one another~

[Don't mind him, he honestly struggles to turn the flirting off. ]

Then I will learn about your people from a very unique standpoint.

[Cyril is not one to deny flirting. Even from a lamp, apparently.H He returns the smile.]

I will look forward to it. I'm sure you have a rather unique perspective of your land too.

[He does love it when people aren't put off by the candelabra thing. ]

It is an interesting one. My job back home was to charm and delight the nobles who visited my Master's castle. It gives you quite the unique perspective of the world.

Oh! That would be interesting. You're a bard then?

Er- of a sort. I am the maítre d' to a prince. It is my duty to make sure the dignitaries that visit are treated well, that their every needs is seen to. I wait tables, I cook, I charm and sing and entertain- on occasion, I need to be diplomatic. Whatever they want, it is my job to see that they get it.

I would love to see that in action.

[Lumière flashes Cyril a charming smile. ]

Then I will have to show you some time, mon ami. I am sure I would not disappoint~

I'm positive that you won't. And I wouldn't mind being the center of your attention either.

[He laughs. ]

It is always an enviable position, I promise you.

I believe it.

But, that is for another time. For now, helping refugees comes first. [He does need to focus even if there is the possibility of flirting.]

[He gestures to the shuttle, hopping inside. ]

Very true! We have plenty of time for other things. Now, our talents are needed elsewhere.

[Cyril follows him and tries not to seem too amazed by everything around him. He mostly fails at that as he keeps looking around and staring at things that might have seemed normal to someone used to being on the Fleet.]

[Lumière certainly notices, and can;t help but chuckle to himself as he hops onto the control panel, bapping in the coordinates as best he can with his not-hands. ]

It is a lot to take in at first, no?

Oh yes. [Cyril admits, feeling a tad embarrassed.] Even the entire concept that the stars are things you can travel too.

[Off the shuttle goes, passing all that SPACE.]

Mai oui. It is something I never imagined possible, back home- and now, here we are. Travelling through the stars.

Does your France have any level of technology that is close to that?

Not in the time I come from. In the very far future, perhaps? But we do not even have electricity yet.

Nor does Thedas. The entire concept is... outstanding.

Mais oui. It takes some...getting used to. I don't think I will ever understand it all, there seems to be an awful lot of all of it.

I wonder if there's a book we can read or something like that that gives us a primer on all of this.

You know, a book would be extremely helpful. Especially for people who might not have much- or any- experience with technology back home.