001 || video & action

[pirasea]

Who: Isabela and everyone ever (or anyone who wants to talk to her, at least)
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Huntress, or Marsiva if you can catch her in the brief time before she's assigned her ship.
When: In the hours pre-shuffle and just post-shuffle

[When Isabela wakes up the first thing she does is check for daggers. Which are, of course, absent. She checks both her surroundings and her person.]

Shit.

[Unsurprisingly voicing her frustration doesn't help. There doesn't even seem to be anything she can use as a makeshift weapon. Cautiously, she bends down to retrieve a rather magnificent hat that seems to have fallen off while she was still out. She feels around in that too. Just in case. Any concealed weapons it might have held at one time are no longer there, however.

Is it even possible for her to look any more pissed off? Evidently so.]

Comments

Video

[wolfuncaged]

...Varric wasn't joking about the hat.

Hello, Isabela. [There's the faintest of smiles. He feels sorry for whichever ship got her. He expects tales of a mutiny within twenty four hours. ]

Video

[pirasea]

[Fenris' voice is one she hasn't heard in a long time, and she certainly wasn't expecting it now. It's welcome surprise though. It takes her less time than it should to locate his voice, but somehow she understands the communicator already.]

Would Varric joke about something so crucial? [Yes] What's an admiral without her hat?

Video

[wolfuncaged]

He's been known to elaborate the facts.

I'm not entirely clear on the difference between an admiral and a captain. Does this mean you have a bigger ship, now? Or is it just the hat that's gotten bigger?

[Nice and casual, not talking about all the SPACE, nope. ]

action; Marsiva

[poetontheinside]

[Since getting here he's spent most of his time distracting himself with getting to know the engineering-- and distracted he is. He's looking at the device in his hand, his glasses dangling off one ear, when he bumps into her.

The device drops to the ground, and he catches his glasses just before they fall to the same fate. He looks at her to grin apologetically, and then he sees how pissed off she looks. New strategy: babble.]

Hey, sorry, I wasn't lookin' where I was goin'. You uh-- they step on your hat or something? Cause I got a buddy, back home, gets real weird about his hat. Not that that's weird! I mean, I guess it keeps your head warm, or whatever, but I get it, is what I'm sayin'.

action; Marsiva

[pirasea]

[It's probably just as well for him she is weaponless. Not that his babbling doesn't make it completely obvious he has nothing to do with her being here very quickly. He's nervous, but not the kind of nerves that come with a captor coming face to face with their fully concious, utterly furious captive.

She allows herself to relax a little. She's still on guard, but he doesn't need to know that. If he does turn out to be a threat later it's better he doesn't. She replaces the hat with a sultry grin, looking him over. He at least seems to know more than she does, so she might be able to get something useful out of him.]

Not that I know of, but it's hard to be completely certain. Perhaps you could tell me who I should direct my complaints to if they did?

action; Marsiva

[poetontheinside]

[Knowing more than she does is a pretty easy feat to achieve at the moment, but he's pretty pleased about it anyway.

Not that he can... answer that question, which is a shame, because he is liking the look of that grin.]

Nah, not a clue. This guy said somethin' about 'Atroma', but hell if I know what the fuck that's supposed to mean.

Hey, so uh-- you new or somethin'? 'Cause I've been there. Could show you around the place, give you a little tour?

[video, preshuffle?]

[moonbeams]

[Usagi watches for a moment, lips pursed in concern.]

Did you wake up missing something? [Usagi had heard, at this point, of people waking up with belongings missing. She had been lucky enough to keep everything critical of hers, but she can imagine how frustrating it would be for others who find their stuff gone.]

[video, preshuffle!]

[pirasea]

A few somethings, I'm afraid.

[It's very frustrating, but there's not much she can do about it for the moment.]

[moonbeams]

Humm... are you sure they're not with you? I think sometimes people do wake up with missing things though... [A frown.] At least it's pretty safe here so if it was weapons....

action, Marsiva

[coppermarigolds]

Unbelievable.

[Aveline, having found her favourite pirate in the whole wide world, can only shake her head in disbelief.]

Well, they do have low standards, if you're here.

[Hi, Isabela. She's glad to see you.]

action

[pirasea]

[Isabela breaks out into a broad grin.]

They must do if they decided they needed Lady Manhands along for the ride.

action, Huntress, RIP Cullen

[serves]

[Cullen is minding his own business, walking back to this room when he spots... one of Hawke's companions. Merrill, Aveline, and now his little band of pals is complete.]

Isabela.

[He's already getting ready to tell her he's no longer of the order, Anders blew up the Chantry, so on and so forth.]

action, he died too young :'(

[pirasea]

[Well, if it isn't her favourite (ex-)templar]

Cullen! Look at how sexy you've grown up to be. Where did you get that scar?

[Video]

[child_of_bhaal]

They take your weapons.

[She chimes in empathetically, if not exactly helpfully.]

But at least they leave any other gear you have on your person. So that's a slight upside.

[Video]

[pirasea]

If I can't slit the throats of the bastards who did this I'd hardly call it an upside.

[howcanihelp]

[ This woman looks familiar. Why does this woman look familiar? ]

That does seem to be a pretty concise summary of the situation, yes.

[pirasea]

Well, I thought so.

[video]

[mysunnydisposition]

[ Steph can guess what she's looking for - most of the time when people show up annoyed that they're missing something, it's a weapon. She doesn't bother hiding her amusement. ]

Well that was... mild for someone who's just been kidnapped...

[video]

[pirasea]

[Isabela is less amused and makes no effort to hide that either.]

It's hardly the first time, sweetness. I'm sure it won't be the last.

[video]

[forcemageure]

'Hardly the first time,' she says.

[ He caught the end of that! ]

If I only had a sovereign...

[ For. You know, all the other times. Anyway! Just because Hawke has bounced into view - maybe a little more visibly worn around the edges than the last time they saw each other, if not older necessarily - as if this is a perfectly normal occurrence, he's making no attempt to hide the sparkling delight in either his eyes or smile. ]

[video]

[pirasea]

[And there is Hawke, looking about as excited as his ridiculous dog. Not that Isabela isn't similarly delighted. She doesn't even attempt to play down how pleased she is as she might on some occasions.]

You could be rich again. Just imagine. You might get to live in a new mansion for an entire week before someone realised who you were and sent you off on the run again.

video; I can't not

[rogueroyalty]

[George recognises the dagger checks because he did them himself when he arrived first. He shows up on the screen looking apologetic. ]

Apparently they've decided we're without a need for any of our arms, as peaceful and gentle as these ships are. [The ships which are still beaten up from the recent attacks, yes. There's a good deal of irony in his voice.] I've yet to find replacements but the thing to do, I think, would be actin' as interestin' as we might possibly to earn the coppers for a decent new set.

video;

[pirasea]

So I hear. [She's very unhappy about that.]

What exactly qualifies as interesting? [Not that she's just as likely to steal as purchase new blades, but more coin can never hurt.]

action; marsiva

[deptofsass]

[ Well, hello, attractive woman. It seems these Atroma people have impeccable taste in their kidnapped cast. (Talking troll notwithstanding, of course.) Steve notices the scowling woman and sidles up to her casually. ]

You know, a face like yours is far too beautiful to spoil it with such a sour expression.

action; marsiva

[pirasea]

[That... doesn't do much to brighten said expression. Not that she's as clueless as she was earlier, but she's unfamiliar enough that unless someone has something useful for her she has nothing for them either.]

How lucky you are I'm ill equipped to spoil yours.