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driftfleet2015-04-15 05:04 pm
ex_frolics736) wrote in driftfleet2015-04-15 05:04 pm
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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. ]
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. ]
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[He shakes his head and rubs his hands over his eyes.]
Yes. Daisy, don't think about the blood, don't think about the screaming. Don't think about the bodies...
Varric wrote to you. From Skyhold, to Kirkwall.
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I don't think so. Varric's never left Kirkwall.
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He will. I met him at Haven. After the Templars came, and the Archdemon. But it's not a real archdemon. Apparently. It's just a dead dragon that isn't dead.
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It's all right. Hawke's from the future too. I'm sure a lot could happen in three years. It did in Kirkwall.
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Yes. That. Varric comes to Haven, then Skyhold. He has people living in his head, not like spirits, but people, and they talk to him and I'm not allowed to say what I hear them say.
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[Don't, can't, won't, it's hard to say. He certainly reads the emotions in papers rather than the words.]
And it would make Varric hurt. Stealing his people.