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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

[samahl]

[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.]

[servantnotserving]

[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?

[samahl]

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

[servantnotserving]

[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.

[samahl]

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

[servantnotserving]

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

[samahl]

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

[servantnotserving]

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.

[samahl]

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

[servantnotserving]

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

[samahl]

Wouldn't it? I would really like to know how all of this works.

[servantnotserving]

So would I. A friend tried to explain some of it once, it was fascinating.

[samahl]

Do you mind if I ask who the friend is? Perhaps they can explain it to me too.

[servantnotserving]

Oh...he is not here any more. His name is Winn- but he was sent home a while ago.

[samahl]

Sent home? [Cyril seems a little confused by how that works, but then realizes that might come off as rude.]

Oh, I'm sorry. If you don't want to talk about a missing friend, you don't have to.

[servantnotserving]

Hmm- that is the thought, anyway. People often vanish from here without a trace. The hope is that is where they go.

[He'd rather not consider they go somewhere else. He smiles at Cyril's worry, waving it off dismissively.]

Do not worry about it, I like talking about him. He is a good man.

[samahl]

I believe he would be. So far you've proven yourself to be a good man as well, and friendships do better when they're two or more good people.

I find the same is true for situations that are less platonic as well.

[servantnotserving]

[Oh, Cyril, you charmer. ]

Thank you for the observation, I could say the same for you, monsieur. And I could not agree more.

[That is absolutely a waxy eyebrow wiggle being sent your way.]

In both cases there.

[samahl]

Hm? Are you saying you'd be interested in something other than platonic relationships with me? [He smirks at the idea.] That may be a good reason to find a way to end your enchantment.

[servantnotserving]

Perhaps I was too subtle about it?

[Lumière has all the subtlety of a thrown house brick, but at least he's aware of it. ]

Ah, as if I needed any more incentive, now I have a delightful one to look forward to.

[samahl]

Oh, you weren't. I just wanted to get you to say it. [Cyril replies. Admittedly, he probably has a bit of a thing at hearing people say they want him.]

I wonder what you could get away with in the form you're in now.

[servantnotserving]

[He laughs, absolutely delighted.] Oh, well~ In that case, I am very glad I said it.

[Oh, that that is QUITE the question. ]

Not a lot, I am afraid. I do not feel anything in this form. It is a true tragedy.

[samahl]

That is a tragedy. I'd like to hear what you sound like when you feel quite a bit...

Is there any way to break the spell?

[servantnotserving]

[Oh, Cyril, you bring such joy to his currently nonexistent heart. ] You say that without knowing what I actually look like, too. Very adventurous of you.

There is. Back home, the prince I serve needs to fall in love, and have that love returned. Here? There are various magically inclined people trying to work on a way to list the curse for us. Perhaps we will be lucky and one of them will make a breakthrough.

[samahl]

I find appearance doesn't matter as much as talent and enthusiasm.

[He really doesn't know what to make of the idea that love breaks the spell. He frowns at the idea.]

I hope so. Apparently someone I know from home is here who loves digging into magical theory. If something is tied to emotion, there might be spirits at play.