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[theirondragon]

Who: The Iron Bull & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: HS Marsiva, SS Heron, SS Iskaulit and beyond!
When: 4/30-5/4 (Marsiva and that broadcast), 5/5 for the Heron, anytime in the month of May for the rest!

↨ Arrival aboard the Marsiva/his first week ↨

[Before the seven foot, heavily muscled and grey-skinned (which is obvious due to the fact he isn't wearing a shirt)...man with exceptionally prominent horns stirs on the plush bed on the Hospitality Deck, he sniffs and immediately frowns.]

Weird.

[His voice is a deep, slow baritone, with a slight accent that's difficult to place. The transmission is coming from his blind side, though, which is obvious by the eye-patch over where his left eye should be.

He hasn't noticed the camera. He moves to a sitting position, large hands on the edges of the bed and sniffs again, this time himself. And then he snorts.]

Weirder.

[He shakes his head (which is impressive with those horns) as though to clear and stands, giving a look around. To say the big guy looks uneasy is an understatement...and then he notices the huge viewing bay.

It's hard to say what's more disturbing to the giant: the idea that he somehow knows he's drifting through the fast openness of existence, or the simple act of looking at it, but he swallows. Hard. And turns away from the window, taking a seat back on the cot, which creaks slightly but holds.]

...shit. That's...a lot of nothing out there.

[Right out there. Through some glass. Shit.]

(OOC: If you want to just continue the TDM thread, that's cool! Just let me know, and you're totally free to PM this journal)

↨ Arrival aboard the SS Heron, Bridge | Saturday (5/05) ↨

[You know, it's one thing to keep a guy locked up on some weird ship after you kidnapped him, shoved something in his head, and gave him a bath. It's another to randomly move him to some other place surrounded by consoles and glowing lights, shower him with confetti, and just leave him there. Without a warning.

The Bull was a massive form to suddenly appear on the bridge of the SS Heron, and the startled cry and step back did nothing but rap his horns sharply against whatever delicate instrument was behind him at the time and send a painful vibration through his skull.]

Shit! [He took a heavy breath to calm his rising panic. It's fine. No weirder than what was out there.] Tight quarters in here. [The remark was muttered to himself for than anything as he carefully moved a hand to the top of his head to massage away the beginnings of a headache and gave a look around.]

Wherever the hell here is. [He could only assume it was one of the ships in the fleet, but which one? He'd been told there were several of them.]

↨ SS Iskaulit | OTA and Whenever ↨

[He couldn't be more relieved to know this ship existed. Getting there was weird, just knowing how to fly the shuttle, and if he thought about that too much he started to get real twitchy, so he decided to just think of the thing in his head as...like knowing where to aim a swing to take off a guy's head in one blow. You didn't think about where to swing. You just did and off it popped. Yeah. Flying the shuttle was like that.

Bullshit, but it was enough of a comfort to keep him sane, at least for a little while. Now this place? It was going to take a lot of exploration to really get a feel for it. It was almost possible, wandering the random collections of establishments, to ignore the fact that this was all in a giant ship floating in the middle of space. He wasn't difficult to spot, at 7'5" tall and at least three feet wide (with some really impressive horns), and as he gets more acquainted with the fleet over the course of the month, between travelling to planets and whatnot, he'll be found here on off-hours more often than not. You know, if he's not enjoying the fact that there's actual air somewhere.

He can be encountered at a number of establishments throughout, actually, though being the only naturally occurring mountain in a place that's completely fabricated, he steers clear Maab's Sceptre...because there's just something not right about that thing. Maybe it's because it's the only thing around that is right, but...yeah. Space Bar's a nice dive, and he's there pretty often, willing to chat up anyone to walks in, and share a drink...or a few...more. The smells from the Melting Pot get his attention, too, and something other than the fake crap on the Heron is always welcome.]

↨ Wildcard ↨

(OOC: Want to do a thing that isn't here? Awesome! Drop me a line through PM, at vikael, or on Discord at prettyvikael#0221! I will most likely be doing some stuff with the system and I'd love to plot something out with people! Otherwise, I'll probably throw him at other peoples' things!)

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Heron

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha spends enough time on the Heron, it's not strange for her to be there during a placement. It's not even the first time. The surprise comes when she peeks in on the bridge to get a sense of the situation.

Her surprise is momentary, taking in the span of his horns. Almost as soon as it sinks in, her expression turning to something like dry amusement.]

Hey. Sorry abut the headroom?

[theirondragon]

[Ben-Hassrath training being what it is, he doesn't jump when she speaks, but turns slowly, mindful of the place his horns had made contact, and then he raises an eyebrow and a slight smile touches his lips, even as he finishes rubbing away the discomfort in his head caused by the vibration of the blow.]

I'm used to it. They just don't build things for Qunari around here.

[Shit she's hot, and a redhead.]

The Iron Bull. You the one in charge around here?

[outstandingbalance]

So they don't all come in your size back home?

[She's seen aliens and men who turn into green giants, and people who are basically gods. If she can handle that, she can handle this.

And his question gets a smile out of her.]

As for whose in charge, that depends who you ask.

[A pause, and her humor is more genuine as she imagines Barnes' reaction.]

Natasha Romanoff. I'm visiting from another ship—the Vanquish.

[theirondragon]

[He chuckles suggestively.] Dirty, but I'll let it slide for now. [And he gives her a suggestive smirk as well, before shaking his head. Slightly. He only has to rap his horns once to get the hint, alright.] I'm a big guy, even by Qunari standards.

[He looks her over, and he doesn't lose that suggestive smirk while he does.] Yeah? Well, I'm askin' you, 'cause you look like a woman who's in charge no matter where she goes.

[He raises an eyebrow at the name and laughs.] Ha! See that's a name for a ship!

[outstandingbalance]

[A slightly smile, brow rising a notch at his joke. All things considered, she'll let it pass.]

In that case, I'll say I'm not the captain but I'm pretty good at getting what I want, when I want it.

[She sounds like she means it, too.]

Not a fan of Heron?

[theirondragon]

[He gave her another look over, for all appearances to take in all those curves. The trained Ben Hassrath spy was noting other things, too. The power in her shoulders, the intensity of her eyes, but not much else.

Oh. A fellow liar, eh?]

Yeah.... I bet you are. So, what do you want right now, Natasha?

[He rolls a shoulder in a shrug at her question.]

Maybe it'll grow on me.

[outstandingbalance]

[She feels his attention on her and doesn't flinch. She doesn't preen for it either.

She does wonder how much he sees. Most people don't see much more than a pretty face.

They wouldn't have asked if she was in charge.]

Right now? Oh, I'll admit to a little curiosity.

[theirondragon]

Yeah? Just a little?

[He crosses his arms, tilting his head to the side slightly. Oh, he was plenty curious himself.]

About what?

[outstandingbalance]

But if I just asked, that would be telling.

[It's a dodge, but not exactly coy. It could be read as flirtatious, the tone of voice and cant of her head, almost playful look in her eyes.

Natasha knows how she comes across.]

Let's call it more of a general state of interest.

[theirondragon]

I get it.

[And he takes a deep breath, looking over over one more time, a slight, possibly suggestive smirk on his lips before he spreads his arms, allowing more of his scarred chest to be seen.]

You've never seen a Qunari before, have you? Apparently that's a thing around here.

[outstandingbalance]

I haven't. And I'd be lying if I pretended that wasn't part of my curiosity, but I've seen enough not to get too worked up about that.

[After gods and aliens, she figured there was something out there for him too. She didn't have to examine it too closely, not close enough to pry, or make things awkward.]

So I don't think that's it.

[theirondragon]

That's fine. [He's still grinning, too.] Everybody's curious about Qunari, even on Thedas. We're a really curious people, but also...to be feared. People are wary of us for one reason or another. Mostly because it's hard for them to think like us.

[And he leaves that at that.]

See, I'm pretty curious about you, too. Do you want to play a game? We'll ask each other questions, and we have to answer. There's no rule that says it has to be the truth, but that's what makes it a trust exercise.

[He tilts his head slightly to the side, curious.]

Interested?

[outstandingbalance]

Sounds fair. You might find I'm not as interesting as you're expecting though.

[Or maybe he will. It all depends on what questions he asks. Natasha's hesitation is almost imperceptible. She's confident of her ability to keep her own secrets, even if she chose to tell the truth—and since Bull suggested the game in the first place, she imagines he is too.

But she is curious, and the transactional exchange of information strikes a certain familiar note.]

All right. Let's play your game.

[theirondragon]

[He chuckles.]

Yeah? Well, if nothing else, I've got a thing for redheads.

[If there's anything specific he'd meant by that, he doesn't explain. Though she's welcome to ask.]

Okay, okay. So, if you could tell every newcomer one thing about this place, what would it be?

[outstandingbalance]

Good question.

[She says it lightly, without much air of importance, but she means it. That's the kind of question that gets to her priorities and her personality.]

It depends on the person. Not everyone needs to hear the same thing. I'm not sure I'd be able to come up with one thing that would work for everyone.

But, if I had to pick one thing... [A little smile.] I'd say to check and see if you have any friends in the fleet. Track down people you know. It helps.

[theirondragon]

[He nods at that answer, satisfied. She was a woman who appreciated connections. The fact that she was still standing here, humoring his own prodding, said she saw the value in potentially making new ones, too.]

Hey, connections are good, you're right about that.

[And he smirks.]

Your turn. You didn't ask a question, and no cheating with any of that "what you asked" crap.

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha knows better than to ask a question of her own too quickly. She'd learn as much from the questions he asks and his responses to her answeers as she would from asking questions of her own.

Maybe more.]

What kind of woman do you take me for? [Lifting her chin.] What do you make of all this? First impression of the Fleet.

[theirondragon]

The kind who plays hard to get.

[And what he might mean by that is left up in the air.]

And the Fleet? [He scoffs. This isn't even an evasive answer.] Sack of cats.

[outstandingbalance]

[He's not really wrong. Not about either, though she could dispute that she plays hard to get.

It all depends on the game.

Not that she's about to clarify that now.]

Well. Suppose when you bring people from all over space and time and toss them together, it's going to look a little like that.

[Said with humor, not as a defense.]

Good answer.

[theirondragon]

Anytime a bunch of people are brought together from all over, it's going to be nuts.

[He makes a motion around, though it's broader than encompassing just the ship they've found themselves on.]

This one handles it better than most of the places I've seen.

[outstandingbalance]

Especially considering that when you say all over, it really is... [She spreads her hands slightly, glancing toward a viewing port at the stars outside.]

I could ask a follow up question to that, but it's your turn.

[theirondragon]

Yeah, okay. [He nodded, crossing his arms. That was fair. He smiled.]

You mentioned finding your people. Who do you have here?

[Even how she might say their names, or what expressions might cross her face when she mentioned them would tell him something.]

[outstandingbalance]

Well, your captain for one. [She says it wryly, a touch of a smile. There's a lot of ways that question could go, a lot of things it might expose.

But if he's on the Heron, it won't take him long to figure out how much time she spends in Barnes' cabin.]

There's a fair number of people here from the same place as me.

[theirondragon]

And my captain's comfortable with your wandering their ship alone.

[That's something in itself. That's trust, and a lot of it. That's good to know.]

Anybody else I should know?

[outstandingbalance]

Either that or he's accepted he can't stop me.

[She doesn't mention that he that he already upgraded the Heron's security once, though mostly just for fun. A little more challenge.]

But I wonder if I should count that as a second question.