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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

[serves]

No. [To both, really.] It's been some time since I was last in Kirkwall. I left the order and joined the Inquisition.

[coppermarigolds]

[This is aggravating. If she knows someone, they shouldn't be from her future, because that's ridiculous and awkward and she doesn't like it, nope.]

The... Inquisition? You'll have to tell me about that some time.

[Or not.]

And how long have you been here?

[serves]

Too long. [More important questions await.] What do you last remember?

[coppermarigolds]

The business with Meredith.

[And the red lyrium, and the crazy, and all that. It sort of goes without saying.]

But... you're from later, aren't you?

[serves]

A while later, yes. Kirkwall is on the mend, as are much of the lands affected by the fighting.

[coppermarigolds]

[She shakes her head, disapproving.]

Kirkwall needs help now. It has no viscount and no Knight-Commander. I can't be here.

[serves]

I hear it matters little, where we are. Given the different... timelines, it's possible that things are carrying on as they should, for you.

[coppermarigolds]

[She shakes her head. What a lot of nonsense, but possibly true nonsense.]

It would be some comfort to know it's as though I've never left, but... not much comfort.

[serves]

I know it's not much, but we have to take what we can get, here.