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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.]

Comments

[coppermarigolds]

[Okay, that she can follow. Out she goes, and she finds the window easily enough, and... that is quite the view, wow.]

Maker's breath.

[She needs to sit. She does, rather suddenly. It's a lot to take in all at once.]

[deptofsass]

[ Steve, who arrived at the viewing bay just about the same time she did, smiles and does a little nod. ]

I... have that effect on people.

[ Damnit, Steve, not everything is about you! ]

Well? You wanted to talk face to face. Here I am.

[coppermarigolds]

[Yeah, this is Aveline being unimpressed.]

Are you in charge? Because really, I wanted to talk face-to-face with someone who has some authority.

[deptofsass]

If I am, somebody's made a huge mistake, I can tell you that much. [ For once, he's actually being somewhat serious. ] But no, I woke up here, same as you, only yesterday.

[coppermarigolds]

Damn.

[Not that she really expected much.]

Does this make sense to you more than it does me?

[deptofsass]

[ See, the problem is, being in space and all, it's hard to tell who's magic and who's a muggle. So far, Steve hasn't outed himself as a wizard (not like he could, with his wand gone), but he's got to wonder... Does the International Statute of Secrecy even apply out here? Best to err on the safe side, for now. ]

Not much. I mean space, sure. People landed on the moon ages ago, and they're supposed to send people to Mars sometime soon, I think, but this is... a bit farther than Mars, I think.

[coppermarigolds]

[She stares blankly at him for a moment. The augment helps, but it's... a huge leap.]

I don't even know what Mars is. And while I'm sure someone's got a tall tale about riding a dragon to the moon or something equally mad, it's safe to say that's never happened. It just isn't... well, I wouldn't have said it's possible, except... here we are.

[deptofsass]

[ Okay, knows about dragons, but doesn't know about Mars. Interesting. Time travelling witch, then? ]

Here we are, indeed. It's quite the predicament.

[coppermarigolds]

[A witch. Really.]

What's your name, then?

[deptofsass]

[ He puts on his most impressive (or so he thinks) serious face, and holds out a hand for her to take. ]

Steven Philibert Wandsworth, at your service. Most people call me Steve, though you can call me whatever you like. Whenever you like.

[coppermarigolds]

[She gives him a long look, but she takes his hand. Yeah, she might stick with Steven.]

Guard-Captain Aveline Vallen. 'Aveline' is fine.

[deptofsass]

[ Does he kiss the hand? Does he not kiss the hand? After a (very) brief inner debate, he raises her hand to his lips. ]

The pleasure is all mine, Aveline. Tell me, what's it like being a Guard-Captain?

[ He figures it's some sort of security position, like being captain of the aurors or something. That or she's a quidditch keeper and team captain, but she doesn't strike him as the sporting type. ]

[coppermarigolds]

[Um, excuse you. Aveline whips her hand back, thoroughly annoyed.]

None of that. I'm married, for one.

[She's blushing, maybe, just a little, but she is also not pleased and she is going to just glare suspiciously at Steve.]

Mostly I try to keep the city of Kirkwall from falling apart. It's good work.

[deptofsass]

[ Steve looks ashamed, but inwardly he's marking her down not as off-limits, but as a challenge. ]

My apologies. I didn't mean to overstep.

Kirkwall, Kirkwall... Don't think I've heard of it.

[coppermarigolds]

[Yeah, she's watching you. Forever.]

It's in the Free Marches. But...

[sigh]

I don't suppose you would have heard of it, would you?