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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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[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.

[theirondragon]

Not a bad thing. [He smirks. The more she talks, the more he's really starting to like this one.] Tenacity's a good trait.

[And an attractive one, but he's flirted with her enough for the first meeting. Unless she wanted to continue, of course. The Bull was always game.]

Either way, it's your turn.

[outstandingbalance]

So it is.

[She leans back, hair falling over her shoulder as she looks up at him—considering her next question. What she wants to know. What she might not know she wants to know. What will give her the most pay off.

Her lips twitch.]

So how do you spend your time?

[theirondragon]

[He smirked. He could tell it wasn't where her mind was going, but that didn't mean he couldn't tease her.]

Now that depends. I love a good drink, a good fight, a good meal, a good lay. Sometimes I read.

[outstandingbalance]

A man who likes the simple pleasures I see. I can respect that.

[Lightly, with humor. If she was looking for another answer, she doesn't give any sign of it.]

Good news: you can find just about all of those around here.

[theirondragon]

You have to keep things simple, especially when everything else decides to go ass over tea kettle.

[He raises an eyebrow. He realizes he's probably wasting a question here, but-]

Just about?

[outstandingbalance]

There's at least one thing on that list that I can't promise. That's on you.

[All things considered, it's probably the good meal. At least depending on the system they're in.]

[theirondragon]

Good to know.

[With women like her running around, though-]

It's the food, isn't it? Do we have to eat the same crap the served on the Marsiva?

[outstandingbalance]

Unless someone had the forethought to stock up on fresh food when we made port. And there was fresh food to have.

[Not many people would be able to follow Natasha's thoughts so smoothly.]

No one's going to starve on the fleet, but beyond that...

[theirondragon]

I know, the horns are hard to resist, but maybe we should talk about that some other time.

[He smiles. Bull's fairly certain this isn't where her mind was going, but that isn't going to stop him.]

Thanks for the information, Natasha. I'm sure it'll be useful.

[outstandingbalance]

Well, I like to pay it forward. [Smiling a little, no pushing too hard.] On that note, I should probably let you settle in. Meet the rest of your crew mates.

[theirondragon]

That's good to know. [And yes he is smirking suggestively.] If any of them are half as interesting as you, I'll be in for a good ride.