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[dawnwillcome]

Leave me a message if something has happened that I should know about.

If this is about saving the world, press 1.
If something needs to be done about Dorian, please press 2.

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Video;

[serpentis]

[And that would be a Dorian, drunk dialing late at night.]

Jove, my dear, I've had a wonderful night. Go on, ask me how wonderful it was.

Video;

[dawnwillcome]

Hmff?

[Who has two pointy ears and the chance to actually sleep through the entire night instead of being woken up at all hours to deal with new and exciting ways for the world to fall apart? That would be this Inquisitor right here, so when she gets the call she isn't entirely pleased about it. But then it's Dorian's voice, Dorian's face, and she swipes a hand across her eyes and sits up, gives him a smile.]

Dorian. How wonderful was it?

ACTION; BACK AT A LITTLE HOTEL ON ACCENDO

[serpentis]

[He returns late, having stopped to pick up a bottle of whiskey, and closes the door, locking in behind him. He stands there, near the doorway of the small room, and finally looks over.

It's easier to be chipper, to wear the false bravado around him, but he can't bring himself to be fake, not to Jove. Instead, he settled on the edge of the bed, and sighs wearily.]

And I thought I would have been happier to know some things.

[dawnwillcome]

[Well, she had been reading one of the books he had picked up, but that goes right out the window when she looks up and sees the state Dorian is in. The only other time she's seen him look this way was when she had taken him to meet with his father and just after that, back at Skyhold.

For something to have done that here...

She sets the book aside at once as she sits up, reaching out to lay her hand on his arm.]

What's happened, Dorian?

text; DIVES RIGHT ON IN HERE

[serpentis]

Meet me at the next port, if you would. I have something for you.

text;

[dawnwillcome]

Is there a particular time that would be best for you? I'd hate to cut into your time with Arhen.

[What kind of friend would she be if she didn't gently tease him? Not a good one, that's what.]

action; cullen and jove in an unspecified place at an unspecified time

[dawnwillcome]

[The moment Cullen was sorted to his own ship, Jove had contacted him to set the right time and place to meet, but more importantly how to get there. There was little about this kind of setting that made sense in your first few days if you were from less technologically advanced time periods, and it isn't easy to get your bearings. It's something Jove experienced herself, and it wouldn't do to leave Cullen in the lurch, not when she had the answers.

So now she's waiting for him at a place that is totally not game or plot breaky, because who even has patience. Also this icon isn't appropriate at all but who cares.]

[serves]

[It's about to be.

Cullen is a private man, and so this whole idea of them being entertainment rattles his very core, but there's no one physically around when he walks up to her. It's only been days, but Maker, he's been going mad with everything that's happened since he arrived.

So, as soon as she's within arm's reach, he pulls Jove in for a kiss.]

action;

[ino]

[ Sup Jove?

After all that dragon business is taken care of, she'll be showing up at your ship with two different presents for you.

One: A small, modest arrangement of bluebells planted in a plain wooden box, with a tag that says it's a thank you present from Fenris.

Two: A more showy and fancy bouquet of irises, with a tag that says it's "for a woman wonderful enough to be a sister", from Dorian.

Now, where could she be hiding on this ship ... ? ]

Hello?

[dawnwillcome]

[Considering who lives on her ship, there's only one person that's going to answer anyone who happens to come calling, so here is Jove peeking around a corner and then heading over with a bit of a confused frown.

She's looking a little worse for wear, after that fight. Tired and drained, unmistakably sad for a moment before she pulls the Inquisitor face on and gives Ino a smile.]

You know, I thought you were joking. Those are really for me?

[unconfines]

[There's a third bouquet for Jove, one that shows up a few hours after Ino drops off the first two.

For someone so noisy and boisterous, Anders is remarkably private about tricky things the rest of us call friendship. That's why he doesn't go through Ino, or tell anyone else what he really means to do with the flowers he asked for, and instead just leaves them where he thinks Jove will find them on her ship.

There's a card, if it can be called that, a strip of heavy paper with an A written on it in slanted lines. What might make it distinctive, though, is that someone has doodled a small paw print in the corner.

Because it's from the both of them, you see.]

[dawnwillcome]

[She's just as surprised to get these flowers as she is the others, at first, but once Jove has time to really consider things Anders sending her flowers makes more sense than just about anyone else. His find a place near her bed, where she'll see them first thing when she wakes up, and then she sets about about thanking him with a text message.]

I think I owe you and the greatest feline of our age a thank you.

video

[serves]

[Ring ring, guess who's checking in.]

[dawnwillcome]

[Well isn't that adorable. When she sees who it is, Cullen gets an immediate and very bright smile.]

Cullen. How are you?

Voice

[wolfuncaged]

[He doesn't use the video, for a change. He doesn't trust his ability to keep a neutral expression. Since learning about Hawke, a rather vital part of his world has collapsed in on itself, and quite frankly he's not been handling it well.

It's easy to slip into his old coping habits. Avoiding people, as if he weren't there at all, drinking himself to sleep at night. It's about as far removed as 'healthy' as one can get, but he does it all the same. He's not here to talk about that, though. He doesn't think he could talk about that to anyone, even if Hawke wanted him to.

He could so easily self destruct. Peel away all the layers he's built for himself, in trying to give himself a better life. A reason to keep going. It would be the easiest thing in the world. But it would also be selfish, and he can't bring himself to do it. People care about him, for their own (and in his opinion; insane) reasons and it would do them a disservice to fall back on old habits.

He's supposed to be getting better. ]

I was spiteful and angry to you, and I owe you an apology. I did not...explain myself well.

[He sounds tired. But he needs to do this. She's a friend, and now he is only too aware how fragile such a thing is.]

[dawnwillcome]

[She didn't expect this, if she's honest. She anticipated that either they would act as though their disagreement never happened, or more likely that she wouldn't get a friendly exchange from Fenris ever again. Toleration because of her relationship with Dorian, perhaps, but the friendship they had built? She couldn't be sure if that survived Cole's arrival.

There's something more to this, she can hear it in Fenris' tone, but maybe they'll get there later. She hopes they will, because her opinion of Fenris hasn't changed a bit.]

I understand where you were coming from, Fenris. I don't know that there was a good way for that conversation to go.

[Relief to hear his voice, acceptance and forgiveness, the unashamed warmth in her tone, that's all there is. Nothing spiteful, nothing judgmental. She's just glad he's still with her.]

text;

[serpentis]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

[That's it that's the message.]

[dawnwillcome]

Did you drop your communicator?

text

[serpentis]

(Ɔ ˘⌣˘)♥(˘⌣˘ C)

Pick a color.

text

[dawnwillcome]

I hope that's us.

Green Purple.

Voice

[wolfuncaged]

[He might be a tiny bit drunk, but nowhere near as drunk as he can be. It's a tipsy kind of drunk. ]

Can we speak? Are you busy?

Voice

[dawnwillcome]

[And by now she's heard that kind of tone before, so she's pretty sure she can guess his state at the moment.]

Of course we can speak, Fenris. Shall I come to you?

[Considering who all lives on her ship now.]

voice

[serves]

[He would have been happy to text, to avoid this conversation, but after starting and stopping several times because of the tremor in his hands, the headache pounding in his temples is worse. So, calling it is. He clears his throat and takes a breath before making the call, though he still sounds off--tired, if anything.]

Forgive me for the late notice, but I... must ask you for a favor.

voice

[dawnwillcome]

[That tone doesn't sound good, has Jove worried before Cullen even finishes his sentence.]

You should know by now that you don't owe me apologies for such small things, Cullen. And of course I'll help you with whatever you need, but you have me worried. Has something happened?

action: the pathstone

[killedwithlove]

[Compassion comes to find Jove after he's stayed on the planet a couple of days.

He's brought up a single potted plant. The world wasn't happy about that, but it grudgingly let him take the one plant without too much fuss.

He slips into her room and sits and waits, stroking one of the snapped shut traps. It doesn't need insects to eat if the soil is good, but he caught a fly for it anyway.]

[dawnwillcome]

[It isn't much of a surprise to find Cole in her room while she hadn't been in it herself, not when Jove had hoped from the beginning that he would find it to be a comforting place to stay when the fleet became too much for him. It was very reminiscent of home after all, with the plants and Solas' murals decorating the walls.

He's never brought her a plant, though, so that catches her by surprise when she steps inside and sees him waiting.]

What have you got there, Cole?

voice;

[openhands]

We need to talk.

[She is terse and to the point. Which is not exactly new when it comes to Cassandra, but the slight growl to her voice is likely more than enough to speak to her mood. This isn't a simple social call. Cassandra has had enough of someone's bullshit, yo.]

voice;

[dawnwillcome]

[Well that soundss pressing and dramatic.]

Of course, Cassandra. Would you like to meet somewhere?

action

[heresyandlace]

[knock knock.

the light comes up in the room without warning, and there he is--standing in the doorway of his office, more or less a total mess. his clothes are rumpled, one hand has a bit of cloth pressed to some messy wound on his neck, and inky black stains from oozing blood have spattered his down collar and some of his shirt. his jaw is bruised--colored far darker than such a fresh wound really should be, due to the dark hue of his blood, and there's some little bit of red blood smeared near his mouth and on his chin.

the red blood belongs to someone else, obviously. he has had a hell of a night.]

--Out.

[dawnwillcome]

[Well, that's certainly one way to be woken up. Jove sits up quickly, instinct having her ready to defend herself, momentarily expecting to see a harlequin masked assassin in the darkness - but this isn't Thedas, and all she sees is Tek.

A very banged up Tek. That's new.

She does get up, is out of the bed in seconds, but she doesn't leave. She goes to Tek's side and reaches out towards his arm, intending to help him.]

And here I thought this planet was a safe one. What on earth happened to you, Tek?

action;

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[okay, so... last time was awkward. he and Tek are in ongoing negotiations about a much larger topic, but he wants to patch things up a little, or at least point them to his genuine advantage. he doesn't have Jove's number or anything, so he just... shows up on the Pathstone again.

whether Jove is napping again, or doing something more important, Robin will appear and knock on whatever doorframe is nearest to get her attention.]

action;

[dawnwillcome]

[She doesn't spend all her time sleeping, thank you very much. Most of her time is spent looking after the ship and, to a lesser extent, the crew of the Pathstone. At the moment she's in her own bedroom frowning over a plant that seems to be stubbornly turning brown on her. The rest of the plants are still thriving, adding color to a room painted with images of wolves and home.

Solas had put his murals on many parts of the ship, but the bulk of his work was here, in her bedroom. As much as Jove enjoys sleeping in the captain's nest, this is the room she considers home, so when she looks over to find Robin knocking, she frowns a little.

Who invited you, buddy? Still, the frown fades easily enough as she sets down the pair of sheers she had been using to clip leaves from her plant.]

I won't insult you by asking if you're lost, you clearly know your way around this ship. [She pauses, for a moment, trying to find the way to ask what do you want without it sounding rude, which is sort of funny to her after their last conversation.] What can I do for you?

voice;

[princessia]

...Jove? Are you there? It's important.

[ She sounds anxious. Try not to freak out much when she tells her about Cole. ]

voice;

[dawnwillcome]

[Well that's absolutely the last tone she ever wants to hear that voice in.]

Of course, da'len. What's the matter?

Voice;

[wolfuncaged]

Jove. May I have a moment of your time?

Voice;

[dawnwillcome]

Of course, Fenris, I always have time for you. Are you well?

text.

[dirth]

Do you remember the mural that you wanted upon your wall, lethallan?

text. sobs gmail hid this from me for so long

[dawnwillcome]

Of course I remember it, Solas. My wanting it there hasn't changed.