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.

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[wolfuncaged]

...Ah. I see. [Ugh, magic. He pulls a face, but doesn't go off onto his usual tirade. Not to a kid. ]

You ask a lot of questions.

I do not know, precisely, where Thedas is. Yes, there are a lot of other elves. And it is- [is there a child-friendly way to say it's a festering shithole? No? ] an experience.

[realhumanbeing]

[That's okay, Fenris, his father often makes the same face. Steven ignores it, not wanting to get into the merits and drawbacks of magic; instead, he focuses on Fenris.]

Was it a good experience? What are elves like? Do you have--

[Wait no, not magic.]

--uhhh, do you have-- do you have spirit friends?

[wolfuncaged]

[Good move, kid. Avoid that field of landmines.]

...Sometimes. Uh. Elves can be very different from one another. We are still people.

[Ugh, that gets a FACE.]

No. I don't. You are mistaking me for the bald one.

[realhumanbeing]

[He snickers, which is probably rude.]

Nah, I don't think so! You're the first elf I've ever met. I was just asking because that's kind of a thing in stories at home.

[wolfuncaged]

[It is super rude, but it's directed at Solas which pretty much endears Stephen to Fenris forever. ]

It depends on the elf. Some enjoy magic and... spirits.

I do not. I'm a warrior.

[realhumanbeing]

Oh, cool! I am too!

[Kind of!]

What do you fight with? Do you fight monsters?

[wolfuncaged]

[That gets a small smile. After his time in Exsilium, child fighters are nothing new to him, so he isn't patronising in his tone when he replies.]

Is that so?

Monsters. People who wish to harm us and others. Dragons. Whatever decides to attack us on that day.

[realhumanbeing]

You get to fight dragons?

[Oh my god his eyes get so big.]

We fight monsters! Or, well-- they're gems, really, only they're kind of messed up in the head, so we fight them and then we bubble 'em and try to keep them safe and from hurting others, you know?

[wolfuncaged]

Hmmm. There are a lot of drakes and the like, we have luckily only encountered a small number of high dragons.

[He had a vaguely good grasp of that right up until-]

Wait. You bubble them?

[realhumanbeing]

Yeah!

[Always better to show than tell, though, right? Steven disappears for a moment. A littel grunt is heard, and then he reappears, shoe in hand.]

Hup!

[In one fluid movement, Steven tosses his shoe up and gestures. A small pop! is heard, and a bubblegum-pink bubble appears around the shoe.]

See? And then they're safe! Hey, what ship are you on?

[wolfuncaged]

[Well.

That sure looks like magic. ]

And you put...dangerous people in those? Can they even breathe? [Do you suffocate them slowly, small child? ]

...The Tourist.

[realhumanbeing]

Oh, yeah, they can! If they're corrupted like that, we can put em back in their gems and just bubble em! Except for me. Cuz I'm half-human. So I can't just disappear into my gem!

[Totally clear, right, Fenris? Though Steven can be excused for not clarifying; right now, he's staring out the window at The Tourist. Eyes narrowed, he focuses--

And then the bubble disappears! Only to reappear with a little pop next to Fenris.]

Haha, awesome! I didn't know if I could do that!

[wolfuncaged]

I...am not certain I understand how that works.

[How do you disappear into a stone? Oh but he has no time to really think on that because MAGIC IS HAPPENING by him and, welp, there is a shoe. A a little shoe. In a bubble.]

...That is.


Different?

[realhumanbeing]

Yeah! It's how I send the gems to the home, I just wrap em up in that bubble and zip!

[A beat. He grins, so proud of himself-- but then his face falls.]

I, uh . . . I don't know how to get it back, though. Can we visit ships?

[wolfuncaged]

Oh, so you do not keep them contained on Earth.

[Wow, Steven, wow. ]

Perhaps you should have thought of that before you sent me your shoe.

Once you are free of the Marsavia, you may visit any ship you like.

[realhumanbeing]

How long's that?

[CRAP.]

[wolfuncaged]

Saturday is usually the day these things happen. So you needn't wait long.

I will keep it safe in the armory.

[In case someone wants to...steal a kid's single shoe.]

[realhumanbeing]

Oh, thanks, man! That's really nice. Can I visit you on Saturday?

[wolfuncaged]

It is no trouble.

[Such awkward. Why do people want to visit him? Whyyy?]

If you wish.

[realhumanbeing]

Yeah, it'll be really cool! You can show me elf stuff! And I can show you more gem junk!

[wolfuncaged]

I don't really...do 'elf stuff'.

[realhumanbeing]

Fenris stuff, then!

[wolfuncaged]

[Oh Steven. ]

...Most of that is fairly violent.

[realhumanbeing]

Oh. Well, that's okay, I'm pretty used to fights and battles and junk.

[wolfuncaged]

[That gets an amused huff.]

I can well imagine. You do not seem the kind to shy away from such things.