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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]

Aveline gives a short laugh. "Don't trust anyone anonymous, then? That's not out of my experience."

Sure, her context is more along the lines of 'mysterious letters without authors' but the rule is the same. A trap is a trap.

"But yes, this is... very different from what I know. So much of this I would dismiss as magic if you described it to me, but I'm no mage." She shakes her head. "Not just magic, but the sort of magic in old tales."

[tothefly]

The only magic she's ever known was whatever it was Loki used, whatever powered the Tesseract or made Thor's hammer so impossible for anyone else to lift. Tony had a thousand words to explain it all away. It was just science they didn't know yet. To her, it personally didn't make a difference what you called it.

"Technology is only slightly more reliable than magic, in my experience," she says with a shrug. "And a little less exclusive. Doesn't hurt to learn it. You use the tools you're given."

[coppermarigolds]

"That sounds like good advice," she says. "I'll keep it in mind."

At least, it doesn't sound like the sort of advice likely to get her in trouble if Natasha isn't trustworthy. Honestly, at this point, Aveline's not sure if she should be trusting anyone here.

[tothefly]

Natasha is rarely trustworthy, and rarely gives advice free of charge. This one, though, no strings attached. Everyone gets one, occasionally. But Aveline would be wise not to go trusting everyone she sees, even the people she thinks she knows. Natasha, at least, is fairly sure it's going to be easier not seeing a familiar face.

"Do what you want with it," she shrugs again, stepping away from her lounging spot, heading for the door. "Just keep your eyes open. And if you need to know anything specific, give me a call. You should know how to reach me, if your implant is anything like the rest."

[coppermarigolds]

"Thank you," Aveline says. "I'll keep it in mind. The same is true for you, if I can help."

Well, obviously. She's not going to take advantage of an offer of help. She's rather give help than take it, honestly, because that's the sort of person she is.

[tothefly]

"I'll remember that." If it sounds ominous, that's probably because it is. Natasha isn't the sort to forget the offers of help people have made, and in her line of work the circumstances of calling on those offers can sometimes be a little...extraordinary. Then again, if Aveline comes from a world with magic, she's likely used to the extraordinary.

The slight smile she gives the other woman hopefully softens the words a little. "If you want to take a look at the view, there's an observatory down the hall to the right. It can be a little overwhelming, if you aren't used to it." She waves, waiting just a moment longer before heading out the door of the room and back onto her rounds of the deck.