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[coppermarigolds]

Who: Aveline and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Pre-Shuffle

Ugh, Maker.

[Aveline is... just waking up in the Hospitality Deck. Hello. She blinks several times, disoriented and feeling rather like she had far too much to drink the night before -- and not even good stuff, but more like something questionable and tainted with rat droppings that one might find in the Hanged Man. She sits up, rubbing her temples for a moment, with her eyes squeezed shut. This is all very... strange. And unfamiliar. And yet... she knows it, too. And that doesn't make sense, not remotely. She stares across the room for a moment, trying to put the pieces together. She touches the augment behind her ear, experimentally, and for a long moment is quiet as she looks around the room, scowling like a thundercloud.

Okay. First things first.]

If someone's there, come talk to me face to face.

[It's not a suggestion. It's an order. She pulls herself to her feet, still frowning.]

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[deptofsass]

[ Well, if she insists. Steve does love a commanding woman.

There's only one small problem. ]

Gonna need to know where you are, first.

[coppermarigolds]

[Oh, uh. Hello. This is unexpected.]

How am I supposed to know that? I've never been here before.

[deptofsass]

I suppose you could try... looking out the door? [ He shrugs. ] Just a suggestion.

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[dancingmd]

Hello. Unfortunately, I'm afraid this is about as face to face as any of us can get with you right now.

[coppermarigolds]

[Great. Just... great. She pinches the bridge of her nose, and sighs.]

Wonderful. Just... Are you in charge here?

[dancingmd]

[She snorts.]

Hardly. I've been taken from my world, just like you. We're here at the whim of a being known only as Atroma, who is using us for their own entertainment.

[tothefly]

She'd seen the woman unconscious in one of the bunks on her second or third circuit through the dormitory she'd also woken up in. Regular breathing, no signs of injury--seems like they all end up here the same way. And she's pretty sure she wasn't out for that long, at least not out and in the bed, so instead of moving along, Natasha pauses to watch the process of waking up, taking up a place just out of eyesight by habit.

When the woman sits, scowling, Natasha watches, arms crossed as she leans against the opposite wall, and when she speaks, she knows it isn't really the same English she speaks, in the same way that she also knows exactly what she's saying anyway. "I'd try asking politely. From what I've seen, demanding answers doesn't really get much of a response, here." Her tone is cool, more composed than it was even an hour ago. Putting on a front helps with her own discomfort.

[coppermarigolds]

"I'm not in the mood to play nice."

Which is... putting it mildly, to be fair. It's probably a good thing she doesn't have a sword in reach because she's in the mood to cause some damage. Still, for now, Aveline just puts her head in her hands.

"There's no reason I should be expected to stand for this. I won't stand for this. I should be in Kirkwall, trying to keep half the city from killing the other half. I don't have time to play nice."

[tothefly]

Neither was she. Still didn't seem to win any answers, though; for one, everyone around to threaten seemed to be just as clueless, no matter how long they'd been here. For the other, no weapons. And it's hard to win an argument with a video screen. Not impossible, just hard. "Apparently, time is the one thing everyone seems to have plenty of, now," she says finally, stepping away from her spot of wall and moving just into the frustrated woman's line of sight. "Time and questions. Answers are in short supply. If you feel like yelling at the doors until they open for you, though, knock yourself out."

It does sound admittedly appealing.

[forcemageure]

[ So other people--well, Beverly, not Steve--are doing the actual work of explaining to Aveline what the Void is happening? Yes? Good, that means Hawke can move right on to beaming like several industrial-sized spotlights. ]

Aveline!

[ 8DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD ]

Before you ask, no, I'm afraid I can't accept the blame for any of this. I'm as much at the mercy of our suspiciously benevolent overlords as you.

[coppermarigolds]

[Hawke. That's the best news she's had since waking up! This is something of a relief.]

Trouble and you go hand in hand, though. Of course you're here. Tell me honestly. How much trouble are we in?

[forcemageure]

[ This is the best news Hawke has had in a month. ]

That all rests on your definition of trouble. It doesn't seem that anyone can leave, but in the month I've been here no one's tried to arrow me, stab me, or turn my mind into porridge!

[ What with there being a remarkably low number of demons around. Not ...none, but we'll get to that. ]

It's good to see you, Aveline. Not exactly ideal circumstances, but I'll take what I can get.

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[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris has been in a Bad Mood, not that his is anything rare, he's perpetually in one. But this...this is something that brings a brief smile across his face. Which for Fenris is roughly the same as a full-on beam.]

Aveline

[Ugh, he hadn't realised just how much he's missed her, until he's heard her voice again. He'd call the feeling homesickness, but his home is and always will be the motley crew he's come to think of as his family. It's good to see her again. ]

We...can't come over there, just yet. Something prevents us from entering the Marsiva. It does not last long, a week at most, and then they will put you on a ship.

[coppermarigolds]

[Another familiar face! That's great. If they're in shit, at least they're in shit together.]

They'll... put me... fine. The Marsiva is where I am, I gather?

[Still, she smiles back, briefly. Fenris, you are always welcome in Aveline's corner.]

[wolfuncaged]

[That's how they roll.]

Hmm. It's a much larger ship. We live in smaller ones, in our own crews. I'm not sure why newcomers arrive on the Marsiva first. It's an annoyance, but thankfully a brief one.

[deshabille]

Can't. Sorry. Could come closer to the camera, if you like.

[This is probably not actually helpful.]

[coppermarigolds]

[No. That isn't actually helpful.]

And who are you, then?

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[serves]

[Literally all of Kirkwall is going to show up. He knows it.]

I don't know if I should bother being surprised anymore. Welcome, Aveline.

[coppermarigolds]

[Well, this is a surprising face to see, but... no moreso than anyone else, maybe.]

Knight-Captain. I'd say it was good to see you, but I doubt you're any happier about this than I am.

[ex_frolics736]

Aveline! Oh, I feel much safer now. Are you in the other place? The first ship? I left a sort of sandwich in the kitchen, it might still be there, if you want it. I don't really know how to get back to eat it, see. Or to talk to you. But there's these things, they're quite good.

[coppermarigolds]

[Oh, Merrill. Never change. She pinches her nose wearily.]

If I find the sandwich, I'll let you know. Merrill, what are you doing here.

[Same thing everyone else is doing here, silly question.]

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[howcanihelp]

I would if I could, miss, truly.

[ Here, Aveline. Have a tiny Amell. You know you wanted to find out how much of Hawke's Hawke-ness was genetic on his mother's side, right? ]

Unfortunately the people who've brought us here have yet to present themselves in person. Probably because they know they'd be facing a good beating, if nothing worse.

[coppermarigolds]

Oh, at the very least.

[Maker help her if it's genetic. She is not prepared for that.]

They want me to play their game by their rules, and I don't have much of a choice, apparently.

[openhands]

[For a moment, Cassandra can't believe her eyes. Surely this couldn't really be-- And of all the times for her to be without her book. She could have gotten an autograph! No, wait. That would be. Awkward.]

[Be cool, Cassandra, be cool.]

[A few minutes after Aveline's broadcast, Cassandra is able to find which set of bunks Aveline broadcast from. It's only when she's there that she thinks perhaps she should have said something over the network first. A little late for that now though.]

The communicators are strange, aren't they?

[coppermarigolds]

[Aveline looks up, and even if she doesn't smile, she's not particularly unfriendly, either.]

Yes. Yes, and I don't care what sort of thing they've stuck in my head to make me know things.

[Breathe, Aveline, breathe.]

Which... isn't your fault, either.