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driftfleet2015-04-15 04:23 pm
coppermarigolds) wrote in driftfleet2015-04-15 04:23 pm
001
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.]
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.]
no subject
You'd think, but Varric expected me to be a woman.
[ So many other potential differences exist. He lets himself hope - stupidly - for a moment anyway. ]
I'm as at home with space as you are, believe me, but it's definitely not the Fade.
[ The fact that she's asking means she's asking him as a mage, and Maker help him while he ought not to wish Atroma or the Fleet or whatever on anyone, especially not with a life to go back to, there the thought is anyway. He's glad she's here. ]
no subject
[She stops herself, holds out a hand to make him wait. This is a lot to take in.]
First thing, tell me who else we know is here. Everyone you know is here. Second... second, what do you mean he expected you to be a woman?
no subject
[ What makes you think he misses his brother any more than usual. Poppycock! Meanwhile....meanwhile this. He spreads his hands, approximately more 80% shrug than is necessary. ]
Could I make it sound any odder than it already is?
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[Hawke as a woman? Would she look like Bethany? No, she's not saying that aloud. She has more sense than that, because yes she knows you Hawke, and your devotion to your tit of a brother.]
I'm having a hard time imagining it, is all.
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[ What, those were his priorities. Though after that his expression does try to school itself into sanity. ]
It's a lot to accept, I know. I'll answer what I can, though I reserve the right to replace anything I don't know with bits of bawdy poetry.
no subject
[But then, is it ever? It would be a lie to claim she isn't weirdly comforted by it, but she's also not about to say so aloud, either.]
What should I know about this place, then? Since you've been here longer.