Waystation Mingle Log!

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Who: GAME-WIDE MINGLE aka everyone
Broadcast: If you want
Action: The Stations!
When: From 04/05 through the month of April.

[Well, that all sure happened. But at least you have the waystations! Whether you want to stock up on supplies, work, trade, or visit the very fancy Virtual Reality Dome, it's bound to be a nice break from the attacks of the 5th.

Make your own prompts, set up your own Virtual Realities, etc! For reference, the OOC post with info is over here!]

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everywhere else

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[or rather really specifically on a station. Hawke is probably doing something totally normal. minding his own business. innocently shopping. enjoying the springtime of his youth.

until there's a bit of a commotion from somewhere over yonder, and one resident demigod of pain and agony suddenly bodily collides into his shoulder. it was a misfire. he ran way too close, and is already swearing--]

Oh, Tega-- [he grabs Hawke's arm for balance--stops to look over the person he's just run into, and flashes a quick grin.] Hello handsome! Hold this for me.

[he drops an engine part into his hand. and. bolts in the other direction.

there is what appears to be a small but relatively angry mob now headed Hawke's way.

so, thanks. buddy.]

[forcemageure]

[ ...huh. That's certainly a thing that occurred just now. Maker, if he had a sovereign for every angry mob...oh, well, he wasn't doing anything all that interesting in the first place.

So he'll just sally up to uh, relative safe distance, shall he? Apparent engine part in hand? ]

I take it this is yours.

[ This dryly to uh, someone. Do they have a leader? Or are they more or less roiling about in uncontrolled clot formation? ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[they're a tough-looking group of... uh, well, some of them look human. there's six or seven of them. a sharp-faced, wiry one grabs the part out of Hawke's hand and hisses something at him--until a much bigger guy grabs the part out of his hand, which starts the one guy spinning back on the other, which starts two guys turning on that guy, and all of a sudden there's a big fight in the middle of the station about who gets it and Hawke has pretty much been forgotten in the wake of a very heated argument between crewmates.

it quickly hauls off in another direction, with one of them making a break for it, and... when the dust settles, there's a sigh from up on a nearby shop awnings.]

Well, that didn't go how I expected.

[forcemageure]

[ Hawke cranes his neck, looking around for the source of his new bestie's voice. ]

I suppose hoping you'd have made at least a cursory effort to locate my next-of-kin would be too much to ask.

[ He appears to be stuck in 'incredibly dry' mode, but there's no hostility in it. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he probably ran away... only to circle back around and climb up the side of this building. he is currently sitting at the edge of the little metal cover that juts out at the top of the booth. looks very casual about all of this.]

Does your crew count? I didn't mean it to be genuinely life-threatening.

[he frowns, but it's a bit of a show.]

I was rather hoping for a hilarious chase scene, with you and I shouting witty banter as we try to pass blame and avoid the growing, angry mob.

[forcemageure]

Ooh.

[ His face actually does light up, as is appropriate for 'Ooh.' ]

I'm sorry I missed the opportunity now! Next time you'll have to let me in on the script.

[ The likelihood that he actually would have gone along with such a plan lobbed gently and immediately at his face is .....greater than it would be for most people. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ah? Well... [is he actually playing along? that's delightful...] I'll admit my approach was a bit slapdash. I'll try to fit that in next time.

[he hops off the awning, landing on his feet with a little smirk.] It's going to hard to find that part again, though. I do wish you'd kept that.

[forcemageure]

Honestly, once you've faced down one angry mob you figure the next time you might as well just give them what they want. Less trouble.

[ That is easily a pack of lies. He steps neatly back, out of landing radius. ] What was it?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he doesn't quite believe that one. but he won't question it.]

Oh, it's a connector piece for the engine. Sends fluid to the rotation belt so that the cycles above six-hundred rotations a minute don't burn a hole right through the deck...

[he spins his fingers around each other...]

They're a bit hard to find.

[forcemageure]

Of course it does. I don't know why I asked.

[ He may understand guns now, but engine parts are all Tevene to him. ]

Well. What do we need to do to get another one? A even better plan than stealing from large, angry ...whatever those were, I take it?

* [get it, because thedas doesn't have greece']

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Not stealing, thank you. [he holds a finger up, correcting him!] I earned that fair and square, under contract and everything. Until the first mate shot his captain.

[which... may actually explain the giant fistfight that rolled away from them.]

But, there's another guy I met who probably has one.

[forcemageure]

That would sour a deal rather quickly.

[ As if this kind of thing happens to him often, which ...in fairness, it does. His canon is about as self-reflexively genre savvy as it gets. ]

Right, then. Care for company on your social call?

[ Plenty of times he'd pass up this sort of thing up, but he's not doing anything else with his time, and a person only lives like Hawke does for so long before it's just ...life. He may make jokes about gardening and naps, but he gets restless, and quickly. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Depends. Are you as charming as you look?

[right, so, that flirting thing that he does... he might wink before he starts walking backwards--presumably in the direction of wherever this is.]

I don't think I'll be witness to two sudden mutinies in one day, but a little extra personality certainly wouldn't hurt.

[forcemageure]

Oh, even more so. On a good day.

[ How much is that, exactly. Meanwhile flirting is approximately a third of all Hawke's overall communication, so if Robin might wink it's possible Hawke's lashes might wing down, as if to say: ah, this is both familiar and fantastic.

So basically: lead the way. Hawke might occasionally point out an obstacle for Robin not to crash into. He's helpful that way! ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

So!

[he will lead, happily. and take any and all advice on what not to crash into. he doesn't seem like he has to look over his shoulder all that much--but he likes that someone around here is paying attention.]

While we walk, what's your name? Since I've gone and roped you into a small ordeal, and all.

[forcemageure]

Hawke. It's a family name - [ he has literally never had to explain this before coming to the fleet, but people keep wanting to call him Garret otherwise ] - not just an abiding interest in birds. Though I can't much help liking them! Got a pair on the family crest and everything.

[ A beat, which he uses to gesture helpfully toward an unwieldy street sign. ]

Actually those ...might be eagles. Hard to say. They've got big, stabby beaks, I can tell you that much. What's yours? If we're performing the introductory tapdance.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he listens. he smiles. the smile turns into a grin, which spreads further the more he explains--and it reaches his eyes, really seems to come from the heart. this is a subject which delights him, and he bows through a step, hands clasped behind his back.]

How fortuitous! My name is Robin. Very much like the bird, though not a family name.

[he laughs, possibly entirely to himself.] Well, my whole family had bird names, so perhaps it is technically a family name as well.

[forcemageure]

[ Hawke is 100% given to like people who give everyday movement dramatic flare (otherwise what's the point?) so Robin's stock is sort of skyrocketing. He huffs a dry little laugh at this explanation, eyebrows friendly. ]

Well, why stop once you hit on a working theme.

[ It's not an insult, Hawke's sword-wielding brother is like, literally named Carver. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

That's what I like to say. I'm tickled. [he's got quite a flair for the dramatic--at least when it comes to birds, anyway. he clutches his face with a hand, charmed.] Your family has inadvertently saved me the bother of having to nickname you.

So then, Hawk-- [it's hard to tell the very subtle difference in pronunciation, but.] --What do you do around here when you're not getting dragged into other people's problems?