002 - Looks like a discoball and tastes like strawberries and dreams

[wolfuncaged]

Who: Fenris and you!
Broadcast: Video: Fleetwide
Action: Tourist.
When: Today. SPONSOR DROP for all characters who have started a romance aboard the Fleet



[Fenris had a very unsettled night, sleep wasn't the cards after his run in with Cole. Eventually, he does leave his armory to find breakfast. He goes by way of the cargo hold (just to check the horrible little wretch isn't lurking there) but instead finds a gift basket with his name on. Fenris can't read the rest of what's on it, but the gift basket is full of condoms, lubes and other sundries that only naked people will really have use for. Emblazoned on everything is Madame Gertrude's Pleasure Barn. Not only has Fenris been given one, but any character who have decided to indulge in a little romance, up to and including flirting has been sent one. The Fleet has got itself a sponsor. For today, at least.

Fenris is well aware what these things are (thanks, Exisilium) so it's with a largely bemused expression that he turns on his communicator, pointing at the...gift. ]

Please tell me that I'm not the only one who has been given one of these today. I suppose Atroma expects us to be grateful? Though it is roughly as subtle as a brick to the face.

Comments

[treasureling]

Women never want to talk.

[forcemageure]

None've them? Ever?

[ Geez, that would take like ....a tenth of the fun out of sex right there. For someone who talks as incessantly as Hawke, anyway. ]

[treasureling]

Not after she's fought seven other warriors...

[ But other places probably don't have the Ritual, do they? ]

[forcemageure]

[ Um. ]

Is that. Normal. [ ???? ] Or are you some kind of virgin sacrifice tournament trophy?

[ N o. ]

[treasureling]

Probably not normal for you.

[ He looks away, thinking about how to describe it. He is strangely ashamed of it, of his own place in it. ]

Nearly every man is once, unless he's married before he comes of age. It's a - celebration.

It doesn't matter. It's not how things are done here, of course.

[forcemageure]

[Not unkindly: ]

'Here' is a bit of a mess, isn't it. I wouldn't judge anything by the standards of tin cans rattling on through space.

[ Just ...look, that's well as he understands space travel, and it serves the purpose. Also shame is unpleasant, look at a flower or something instead, Malak! Or Hawke, he has it on good authority he's pretty. ]

[treasureling]

[ Prettier than a flower, in Malak's humble opinion. ]

But no one sounds like they have a world like mine. Where the women are the warriors, and the men care for the children.

[forcemageure]

[ He certainly spends more time on his hair than ...most flowers. Except for Dorian, the delicate hothouse orchid. ]

Can't say it sounds familiar to me either. The Chantry's bigger on women, but it's not like anyone was ever going to invest me as a brother anyway. ]

[ This is actually a problem of magic and not a celibacy joke, but never mind. ]

You sound like it bothers you.

[ Oh no he seems to be having a flair up of empathy. Why can't he take shots to prevent this.]

[treasureling]

[ It doesn't bother him exactly, but there is some bother over the fact that it sort of puts him in the position of defending something he'd started questioning already. He doesn't like his life there, and he hates that, and he wants to like his life if only for his daughters, and this is really not the place to vomit all of these feelings up. This stranger-who-could-be-a-friend probably isn't interested anyway. ]

...honestly, I would rather live somewhere like this. Where no one assumes that selling weapons without being married means I want every warrior that walks by, and where, if I do want a warrior that walks by, no one will tell me I have to marry.

[forcemageure]

Fortunately for you, I'd be willing to bet you're as stuck as the rest of us. Unless you got here a different way than I did, through events I'll charitably call kidnapping.

[ Also a bunch of other thinly veiled horrible shit a/o death, but his canon is Dragon Age, not Delightful Fluffy Bunny Snuggle Age. ]

[treasureling]

One moment I was at the forge making dinner for the girls, the next...

It is beautiful here. I've never seen the stars this clear.

[forcemageure]

They are kind of right in your face, aren't they?

[ He means in the 'space travel' capacity; this complete lack of light pollution is uh, his normal. That's going to be strange later! ]

[treasureling]

They're steadier, I think.

[forcemageure]

[ u m ]

Do they have a habit of wandering off where you're from?