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IC CONTACT - DRIFT FLEET

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	KIRK	Fenris? It's me. Can I come in?
	MARIAN/CLOUD	Meanacing
	DORIAN	Well, I wasn't certain what to expect...
	JUSTICE	You seem to have escaped the planet unharmed.
	RIONA	You know, when someone is three sheets to the wind and suggests a threesome...
	RIONA	Fenris! It feels like ages since we've spoken.
	KIRK	ACTION
	MARIAN	Fenriiiiis
	ADALWOLFE	please tell me you didn't sleep with Isabela too
	ANDERS	:3
	MARIAN	This will do
	KIRK	Can we talk?
	MARIAN	You're a mess, Marian.
	ADALWOLFE	Special delivery!
	ANDERS	Maybe it will help with your face.
	HAWKE	Fenris? You there?
	VARRIC	Don't-- don't do anything.
	OCTAVIA	Hey, Fenris
	ELIZE	Fenris?
	JOVE	ACTION
	STEVEN	fenrisssssssssssssssssssssssss
	ROBIN	Listen, Fenris, I know you don't give a shit about me, but--
	FELIX	Fenris, I apologize for contacting you in this way, but I was wondering...
	JOVE	SO ABOUT COLE
	JOVE	STRAWBERRIES

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	KIRK	About Anders
	KIRK	Kirk wakes
	KIRK	Kirk? Can we speak?
	MARIAN	Where are you? We need to speak.
	KIRK	You wish to speak
	HAWKE	We need to speak
	VARRIC	Varric. Varric. Varric wake up.
	JOVE	Jove. May I have a moment of your time?
	JOVE	Can we speak? Are you busy?
	HAWKE	Is there anywhere on this blighted hole we can find any decent alcohol?
	JOVE	I was spiteful and angry to you, and I owe you an apology.
	HAWKE	Hawke. Did you know the Inquisition have a demon?
	VARRIC	There is something I need to tell you.

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[ Wow that... almost hurts. What a jerk. ]

Where are you right now?

Helping with the restoration of the Space Bar.

That was quite the whine. Are you in need of something?

Not particularly, but I wouldn't mind sleeping for a week. My sides still hurts.

[ There is a noticeable rustling sound in the background. ]

And a cure for this ever encroaching boredom that plagues me.

Ah, I see. So boredom is what ails you. What a tragedy.

[There's a pause. ]

...I suppose I'm largely finished here. If you desire some company in your boredom.

One of many things, it is a hard life that I lead.

[ Oh, you can almost hear the grin that spreads across her lips. Victory. ]

I always desire your company, Fenris. Make sure to bring something to drink with you, the stronger the better.

I have noticed. Your suffering is clearly very great.

[A long suffering sigh and the clinking of glass. ]

Nami doesn't have a lot left, but I shall see what I can do. Where are you? The Tourist?

Mmhmm.

[ That sigh is overly dramatic she thinks. ]

It doesn't have to be the good stuff, just something. [ Feels like one of those days where she needs it. ] Naturally, everything is in shambles right now and I am not as good at fixing things as I am at breaking them.

Well, I am sure it is something that will come in time. Perhaps Winn and Kirk can help you there.

[Winn is REALLY GOOD at fixing things. ]

I will be there shortly.

[And as promised, it's not too long before he takes a shuttle back to the Tourist, wandering around in search of her. ]

No one has managed it in nearly thirty years, I'm not sure they will have much luck.

[ But they doesn't mean they can't try, if they even have the desire to try and teach her.

She isn't hard to find, having parked herself happily in his room instead of her own. Somehow she likes it better, his bed mysteriously comfier than it has any right to be. That is where she sits in fact, legs crossed and leaning against the wall, her pack sitting in her lap. She shakes a half empty bottle of lyrium, the blue potion glowing ever so slightly and frowns. It sucks having to ration the damn things.

The frown disappears the moment she spots him, however, potion returned quickly to her pack. ]

Manage to get anything good?

I don't know. Winn is very talented.

[There's genuine admiration there. He likes Winn. Winn is good people.

He doesn't have to look hard to find her at all. He often finds her in his room, not that he minds at all. His lips curve into a small smile as he moves to sit beside her, letting his own legs dangle off the edge of the bed.

He raises the bottle he was carrying it, offering it along with a light kiss to her jaw.]

Well 'good' might be a bit of an overstatement, but it's not awful.

[ She is certain he is, but is he talented enough to teach the woman who entire cities seem to simply catch on fire in her presence how to fix things? Question for the ages.

Her attention flicks towards him as the door opens, smile quick to find her face as he settles down beside her. She still thinks it is ridiculous how easily she can smile around him, how easily her defenses relax. ]

AS long as it doesn't taste like watery yeast it should be fine.

[ Putting aside her pack and lyrium she takes the bottle from him lightly. ]

How are repairs coming?

[It would be a great and noble challenge for him. He smiles, happy to settle beside her, to be near her. Even with all his inner turmoil, even he has to admit being around her makes him feel as close to happy as he thought possible.]

It's not that bad, Marian.

[He sighs. He's no help with them there. He can lift heavy things, use his powers to shift through items if they need to be shifted through, but otherwise, he can't really fix anything. Even in Exsilium, he never really learned how the technology work as as much as he learned how to operate it. ]

It is coming along. We were not hit too badly, at least. Not like some.

Are you sure? Did you taste it?

[ She's teasing him now, her grin wicked across her lips. Reliable thing about the Space Bar is that it is never lacking in drinkable substances, most everything she has ever had (or stolen) from the place had some taste to it. Not once has she had to suffer the equivalent to watery yeast.

Deft fingers unscrew the bottle and take a quick swing, enough to get a good taste. Not amazing, but drinkable, it will do nicely. ]

Mmm. It take a few of them a while to get operational again.

I am sure you can live the mystery for a few more seconds.

[He shifts a little closer. There aren't many people he can bear to be in close contact with for extended periods of time much less in relaxed, companionable comfort- but he cal always find that with Marian. He arm rests against hers, and it's fine. It's good. Safe. ]

I noticed. They never attacked like that before- but then, it wasn't the old enemies. New ones.

[He knew he should have just killed those slavers when he had the chance. Culled the lot of them.]

[ Knowing what she does of the elf she knows it to be important, the fact he relaxes with her, that he initiates contact. It makes her swell with self indulgent pride for he trusts her, feels safe with her - her, Marian 'Magnet for all things Terrible and Nasty' Hawke.

Sparing him a quick glance she offers him the bottle. ]

I'm pretty sure this time it wasn't my fault... I think. I've been really good at not pissing many people off lately.

[ Except for that one time she nearly exploded. ]

[He smiles, taking the bottle from her and enjoying a deep swig. It really wasn't great, but it would do. ]

No, you've behaved yourself rather well.

[He frowns, handing the bottle back over. ]

I think they were connected to those slavers we came across a while back.

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[ As the bottle is taken from her hand she grins, wide and bright and definitely mischievous. ]

Do I get a reward? I think I should get something honestly. It's a tough job not pissing people off.

[ Especially for her.

The bottle back in her hands Hawke takes a quick drink, her grin fading for something more somber. ]

Are you sure?

And what reward do you think you're so deserving of?

[There's a lightness in his tone, though it does fade a little. ]

I don't know. It seems too convenient to be otherwise.

Something amazing.

[ Which could be anything in truth, absolutely anything.

She tilts her head, gears in her head grinding away, bringing to bottle to her lips once again. ]

How badly did we piss off the slavers?

Care to be a little more specific on that?

[He huffs softly. ]

Quite a lot, by the looks of things. I did kill rather a lot of them.

I could be, but where is the fun in that?

[ It appears that Marian Hawke is very determined not to be specific. ]

And I missed that, frankly I am a little disappointed in myself. [ Another swig and she holds it out to him. ] I suppose they are rather sore from it, which could explain the attack.

So you're going to make me guess?

[There's a soft teasing to his tone, though. Almost playfulness. ]

Well, it didn't work out so well for them. They should have stayed put.

You can guess, or decide for yourself.

[ Her teasing comes naturally, effortlessly, and she's grinning at him despite their current subject. ]

No one ever said slavers were smart.

They aren't.

[It's not his favourite subject, and he welcomes the chance to change it. He smirks faintly, shifting up close to her, lips ghosting over her jawline. ]

A few things do spring to mind.

[ Oh, she is definitely not going to object to the change of subject, not in the slightest. She hums, lips twitching into a grin, and tilts her head a little. ]

Is that so?

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