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[ex_frolics736]

Who: Merrill.
Broadcast: Fleet-wide.
Action: SS First Breath, whenever.
When: APR 12 - 18.

Oh. Oh dear.

[ Is it a Welsh pixie? It certainly sounds like one. Pointed ears, short black hair, intricate tattoos across the angular plains of her face. But no, despite the accent, Merrill is neither Welsh, nor pixie.

Currently she's balancing on one bare foot, trying to shake something brown and sloppy off the other. It would be easy to jump to the wrong conclusion at first, but everyone gets a dessert when they arrive, so closer examination will make it clear that she's only stepped in chocolate cream.

Though really, how she's managed that is anyone's guess. ]

I am... so sorry. It wasn't something important, was it? Eugh, it's all slimy.

[ Given she took a while to get used to Kirkwall, a couple of days prowling about the Marsiva and her brand new augment really aren't adequate preparation for the sleek metal and digital displays of a spaceship.

Though later, she might be found in Engineering, trying to work out how she knows anything at all about this strange contraption, but also delighting in the fact that she has all this new knowledge, and more right there to learn about. Merrill isn't very good with people, but she loves magic, and to her view all of this technology isn't too different.

Or you can always call her once she's washed off her feet. ]

Comments

[dawnwillcome]

Believe it or not, you're meant to eat that. Andaran atish’an, sister.

[Two guesses who is super happy to see another Dalish face in space.]

[ex_frolics736]

Eat it? But it's just goo. Shouldn't food be a little more solid?

[ Thinking about possibly eating the brown stuff distracts her through the Elvish for a moment, and then her eyes widen and she actually pays attention to the screen, squinting. ]

You're Dalish!

[ Both delighted and... well, kind of nervous. She doesn't get invited to the meetings of the clans anymore, after all. ]

[dawnwillcome]

It should also be a little less on your feet, if we're going to split hairs. It's a dessert, though. Did the entire thing spill?

[Because Jove has learned that pudding is pretty damned amazing and it'd be sad if Merrill couldn't at least taste a little of it. The more important topic is their shared background, though, so she smiles and nods.]

Last I checked, anyway. My name is Jove.

[ex_frolics736]

Aneth ara, Jove. I'm Merrill. It is so good to see another elf here.

[ She still has her foot held off the ground, and she lifts it behind her as she bends down and picks up the bowl she stepped in before carefully righting herself. ]

I think there might be some left.

[ She considers it dubiously; she'd put her foot in it, after all, and while she's perfectly clean she also doesn't wear shoes most of the time. ]

[dawnwillcome]

There are a few of us, but we're the only Dalish. It's nice to not be the only one of us any longer.

[Oh god no Merrill don't do it, don't eat the foot pudding.]

The next time there are people added to your ship you'll get more. It would be better to wait, I think.

[ex_frolics736]

[ It's too late she totally tried the foot pudding in another thread. ]

Mm, well, if you're sure. It seems like a waste, though...

I'm sorry this is so late I've been sick ;;

[dawnwillcome]

[Merrill no. Except gosh if you really want to try foot pudding it seems wrong to stop you. What a conundrum.]

I imagine it won't kill you, but there are better things to buy in waystations when you get the chance to visit one.