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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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I likely would have tried, myself. So much for that idea.

[It wouldn't have been a way home, anyway.]

Perhaps we will run across another solution in the future. In the meantime, just be aware that it sometimes may cause you or the people around you to act in unpredictable ways.

[A beat.]

Then again, some of our companions are unpredictable to begin with.

I'm experienced with unpredictable people. That's the least of my worries.

[In fact, she surrounds herself with them for no really good reason.]

[She laughs a little at that. She's had plenty of her own experiences with the unpredictable, but some of the people here have managed to surprise even her.] Fair enough. [She can probably hazard a guess as to what else is worrying Aveline.] If it makes you feel any better, no one at home knows that we are gone. Several people here have family and friends who have come from different times in the same world and had no idea the other was missing. Presumably, when we return, nothing will have changed at home.

[She's silent a moment. Is that a comfort? She isn't even sure.]

I suppose it's good to know that Kirkwall won't be falling apart without me.

[Because it probably would, let's be honest.]

Wait... Kirkwall?

[She frowns slightly.]

Are you from the same world as Hawke?

... Garrett Hawke?

[Well, that's unexpected. Aveline draws up in surprise. Of course Hawke's tied up in trouble, he always is, but this is too much even for him.]

He's a good friend of mine. You know him? He's here?

[Smiling brightly. A good friend of Hawke's! He willl be so thrilled!]

I do! He's on my ship in fact. Neither of us have been here very long - at least, not compared to some of the others - but we've become friends as well. [Her smile falters oh so slightly.] He ah... I had a bad moment that he helped me get through.

Yes, he's... good at that sort of thing.

[Hawke's here, and already making friends. And, let's be honest, any friend of Hawke's is a friend of hers, or at least worthy of trying to be friendly.]

He's done the same for me, more than once. I like to think I've returned the favour.

I'm sure he would say that you have. [Even in the brief time that they've talked, Aveline strikes Beverly as a very good balance for Hawke. She can see how they would make a formidable team.]

Honestly, its his sense of humor that has helped me the most. Otherwise I might be in danger of going a little crazy trapped here.

Yes, that's... true.

[For better or for worse, anyway. It's probably a good thing that she doesn't know anyone else with a sense of humour like Hawke's.]

If Hawke counts you as a friend, the least I can do is give you a chance.

[Beverly may be admirably restraining herself from making too much of a snide comment about that, but she still raises an amused eyebrow.]

I'm glad his recommendation counts for so much.

We've known each other for a long time. That counts for a lot.

[Beverly can't help but feel a little jealous of Hawke right now... As much as she tells herself she wouldn't wish this situation upon any of her friends, she knows that is not entirely true. Still, she smiles.]

I know exactly what you mean. There is something particularly important about a bond like that, with someone you have known for years.

You've had a friend like that too, then.

[Good. Everyone should.]

It must be hard to be parted from them, then.

[She looks down and away from the camera for a moment before answering.]

It is.

[Her mouth twists with sympathy.]

I'm... sorry. For what it's worth.

[She looks back up and gives Aveline a fleeting, tight-lipped smile.]

Thank you. I didn't mean to...

[Straightening up more, she takes a deep breath.]

I'll be alright. We've been through much worse than this.

[She nods. She isn't one to pry.]

We're not beaten yet.

[It's easy for her to have optimism. She just got here, after all.]

No, you're right, we're not. I'm certain there is a solution out there... and in the meantime, we must make the best of the situation.

That sounds like good advice.

[She closes her eyes, trying to remember to breathe.]

And I've been in worse situations, too. At least our lives aren't in immediate danger.

Not at the moment, no, but we were attacked by another group of starships about a week ago.

Attacked?

[Oh, so, this is like playing pirates in space? Is that it?]

By whom?

[She sighs in frustration.] If only we knew. They attacked without any warning and without identifying themselves. Our captors seem to know who it was, but of course, they're not going to tell us anything.

[That gets an angry huff.]

How are we supposed to defend ourselves if we don't know what we're fighting?

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