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ABOARD THE MOIRA
Whether adjusting to space travel has been difficult or not, there is always something to be done. From working to leisure, the Moira offers a multitude of opportunities to get to know your crewmates a bit better. Exploration of the ship is highly encouraged, but as another planet grows closer to being docked, things start to get a little hectic. You'll notice a slight change in the artificial gravity as the Moira is pulled into a gravitational field; however, more noticeable changes can be found in the overall morale as you prepare to descend.
☄ on your ownThere are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) ERIS — 6578
Welcome to one of the sister Eris planets. This one, unlike many of its counterparts, is incredibly high dollar. For visiting individuals, it is mandatory to wear clothes befitting of such a status. For those aboard the Moira, it means discarding work attire for the formal wear they have been provided. Characters will find the temperature moderately cold, a late fall to early winter feel, and their outwear must reflect the prestige Eris—6578 is universally known for. Any sort of trading is strictly done through computers and electronic orders--nothing hands-on as it's considered beneath the inhabitants to indulge in such outdated means of interaction. Unlike most systems, money is needed to purchase things on Eris. The captains have given the crew unlimited credits; with each transaction, simply "pay" with the MID. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. )
☄ lavish livingFine dining? The movies? Or perhaps gambling? Whatever your tastes, Eris caters to everyone and everything—the more expensive, the better. There is no limit to what can be done when one has the money to spend, and this lifestyle reflects in the people and surroundings. Even sex is a very ornate process held to the highest discretion. Feel free to indulge, but know that it isn't without its consequences.
☄ takenIn its underbelly, Eris—6578's main function is the trade and trafficking of bodies for one of two purposes: to be placed in a situation where you are made to kill for another's enjoyment or are tortured and killed based on the client's personal tastes. Each scenario is designed to fit the paying customer's predilections and is often carried out in places secured and private. Remember, money is no object. Therefore, the extent of what they do or make you do has no boundaries either.
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thisavrou_ooc2015-12-05 08:35 pm
Varric Tethras | Dragon Age
[He could have kissed the ground when he landed on it. He didn't, but it was a close thing.
But here they are, solid ground. And it's phenomenal. If he wrote a book about this, everybody in Thedas would laugh into their cups. It's beyond his imagination - it's beyond a hundred or a thousand years of imaginations.
...He's going to get into everything.]
a. FINE DINING
[He doesn't recognise any of this food, but the magical little whatsit - MID, and it's technology, not magic (Andraste's ass, how is he going to keep up with this) - seems to give out infinite gold in its own little way, and the waiters assure him he's getting the best of everything.
He's in the middle of the second course, examining the MID and trying to make sense of the blighted thing, when he notices somebody in a familiar uniform. It probably looks better on them than on Varric, who is 4'9'' and thus had to roll the arms and legs several times just to not trip up or fumble everything.
As soon as they make eye contact, he pushes the opposite chair out a little with his foot - it's a small table; only reason he can even reach - and waves over a waiter.] Pull up a chair, I'm starting to feel lonely over here.
b. GAMBLING
[Since he has unlimited gold already, this is the most useless venture under the Maker's fat arse. But he wants to see how these people gamble - and hell, it might be fun.
If you see Varric loitering around the wonderfully lavish casino, watching the games with his arms folded, feel free to come up to him - or he'll come right up to you if you're wearing a uniform. He's annoyingly social.]
I almost feel sorry for these poor sods. [He jerks his head at the craps table - not that he knows that's what it is.]
c. ...OUTSIDE A BROTHEL
[Look, he's window shopping. He's not buying.
He could be high brow about this and say that you can learn a hell of a lot about a culture by the way it treats the world's oldest profession, and maybe that's true. But if there's one great equaliser in the world, it's brothels. The people here are going to be able to tell him a hell of a lot about this planet from an angle he actually cares about.
And if there are any dwarves on this planet, at least one of them is going to be here. Count on it.
He's going to be too busy eyeing up the entrance in a decidedly thoughtful manner to actually notice any Moira crew, but he'll definitely start talking if you talk first.]
ERIS-6578: LIAM NEESON'S WHOLE CAREER
[When he wakes up, it's to the taste of blood in his mouth. He's had that before. He spits it with a grimace - fuck the gold carpet, it deserves what it gets - and squints around. There's blood sticking his eyelids together on one eye and he wipes it away with a grumble as he pushes himself to his feet.]
Shit... [They've taken Bianca, but a quick pat down of his pockets reveals that they've left most of his other weapons - the garotte hidden in his bracelet, a dagger in the lining of his coat, lockpicks in his boots, a vial of poison...well, you get the idea. He likes to be prepared.
The room is lavishly beautiful, like almost everywhere else he's been on this planet, but when he squints, there's a blood stain not quite hidden by the rug and side table placed over it. He lets out a long breath, shakes off the last of the murky unconsciousness in his head...and that's when he notices the other person in the room, marching up to where whoever they are is just waking up and kneeling by them.] Hey, you alright? Internal organs all where they should be?
WILDCARD
(Hit me with anything! I am ready and willing ♥)
We have a very special set of skills
[He groans as he hears the voice, slowly coming to.]
Јебем ти живот.
[With a grunt he rolls over and just.... lays there.] Is this one of those "you talk now or we kill you" things? [Because he is tired of those. So tired.]
Skills we have acquired over very long careers
This is almost a Hightown party.
He lets the human roll around a bit, but he's casting worried glances around the room at the same time. Specifically, at the door on the opposite wall. It's probably locked, but a dwarf can dream...in a manner of speaking.] Don't worry, I highly doubt either of us has anything interesting to say. They might skip the chatter and go straight to 'kill'.
Think you can get up, or do I have to roll you out the door?
Skills that make me a nightmare for hotdogs.
[He wobbles a little, getting up on all fours first, and then to his feet.]
They punched me in the face with a gun.
I hate when people do that.
You are a very short man. Are you Italian?
niko u little shit
Short? Me? Andraste's ass, why didn't anyone tell me sooner? There was me thinking all you humans were just too blighted tall for your own good.
[He has no idea what an Italian is, but just for good measure:] I think the technical term is dwarf, serah.
[Anyway, there's a perfectly good door over there, so Varric's just going to saunter his way over to it and... Of course it's locked. Why should his day get any better? And of course there isn't a keyhole.
Technology can kiss his hairy ass. He turns, clapping his hands together.]
Right, let's start tearing the room apart. Maybe we'll find something. Or maybe the lady of the house has have a swooning fit and someone comes rushing in to stop us.
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[He looks at that door, too, but knows his brain is not in the mood to figure that out even if it could in a more lucid state.]
[Niko starts looking along the borders of the ceiling, probably looking a little dizzy/disoriented to Varric. But he's searching. For something, anyway.]
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[And, depending on where you go, literally.
The human is pretty preoccupied with the ceiling after that, and Varric has no earthly idea if it's dizziness, zoning out, or genuinely looking. Either way, flipping a fancy-looking table as he goes -] I always wanted to do that. [ - Varric heads for the armoire against the wall, which, aside from being ornate and glossy and too fancy to be real outside of a noble's wet dream, looks a bit less...technological than most things. The lock - there's even a keyhole! - clicks very satisfyingly when he picks it, the doors swing open, and...]
...Huh.
[He steps aside, though the human can probably see over his head anyway. Neatly displayed against the back wall of the armoire is one large, heavy-looking axe, and some kind of large, ridiculous two-handed monstrosity of a bladed weapon he's never seen the likes of before. Neatly displayed though they may be, the liquid spattering both the blades and the bottom of the armoire's cupboard is unmistakeably blood. Even though it runs the gamut from blue to green to red.]
Taken 4: The Takening
Idiots kept her in her MJOLNIR, though.
Adriana hears the voice over head and the visor dim as a fogged up mirror polarizes to burnt orange-yellow. Unfamiliar, but concerned - and not in the condescending sort of way successful captors would gloating over their catch. She pushes her hands on the floor and pushes herself up and rises.
And rises. Soon there is over seven feet clad in grey armor looming over Varric, looking down at him and head tilting. ]
I know you didn't carry me here.
[ Her English was flawless but tinged with a Slavic accent. The voice, through all that armor, was clearly feminine however. ]
Neeson's best work tbh
Ah, now, you don't know that. Maybe I'm really creative with a pulley system. [The words of someone who is clearly talking shit.
He backs off a little now that she's (sounds female, he'll go with that) standing up - all the better to look at her face without doing himself a neck injury.] So you don't remember signing up for the Knock-Out-And-Dump treatment either, huh?
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Armor locked up. Must have happened after they laced my drink. [ She flexed her hands as the last bit of stiffness eased out of her muscles.
Then she did something no other Spartan did around a strange civilian - she took off her helmet. There was a soft hiss as the hermetic seal unlocked. A head of black hair, flat against her brow with sweat shook loose. The face that went along with it was young, very young, too young that it jarred with her staggering mass. ]
Following rumors until they found me. You?
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Right, laced drinks. Makes sense, that explains why I can't remember a damned... [And off comes the helm. And maybe he's lost all sense of judgement of how old humans are ever supposed to look, but her face looks like that of somebody...who isn't seven-foot-something tall. Who's too young to be that damned huge.
...He's staring. Squinting, rather, trying to figure her out. He shakes it off sharpish.] Me? Minding my own business, just taking a walk.
Out of a bar. ...Possibly after I cheated at something called baccarat. [He's almost certain he got away with that, though. Besides, if someone laced his drink, it had to be before anybody suspected him of anything. So...huh.
He looks up at the woman with shrewd interest.] Rumours?
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There was a thud and shudder in the hard floor like an tremor as she drops to a low half-crouch. Even then she could look clear over Varric. The Bull would feel small standing next her. ]
They're poachers. [ She said simply, as if commenting on the weather. ] People in debt or too drunk to stand go missing, no police oversight. I just waited for them to start sniffing around me.
[ She pulled a face, it was subdued but one with clear disgust. ]
They were not subtle.
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Casino
[Because for Loki, the fun isn't in the money. He has that, albeit not right here or now. The fun is in winning, especially in winning underhandedly and with morally dubious tactics, especially after a month onboard ship.
If he seems not at all surprised by talking to a dwarf in a casino, it's because the dwarves back home quite enjoy a good gamble- and a good cheat. He rubs his hands together, smiling like someone with a plan.]
But if you're going to play, not craps. As much as luck usually likes me at these things, there's too many factors making it hard to win. Card games are far easier to win consistently.
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[Don't get him wrong, he loves a good card game. He likes wagering - he likes winning - and occasionally he even likes losing. Just not when the odds are stacked so damn high against him he can't see the top. And not playing against some faceless employee.]
What you want to do is find a bar. A dive. [Muttered as an aside:] If this city's even heard of dives.
Lady Luck might like you a bit more in a place like that. [He gives the man a sidelong grin.] Here, she hates you. Nothing personal.
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[He shrugs, smile turned up just a little further on one side. He really wasn't planning to play honestly, after all.]
Mmm, but it's sometimes more fun taking the credits from a place like this, where there are so many more to go around. Dive bars are fun in their own way, though, I won't disagree.
[There's a gesture towards the doors, graceful but lazy, and he looks back at Varric.]
There's always a rougher section of town somewhere. Want to go hunting for it?
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I do want to go hunting for it. Say, long enough for me to figure out what in the name of the Maker any of this shit is. [He jerks his head at some of the games going on nearby.
Varric admitting to not knowing what the hell he's doing? Must be snowing in Hell right now. Savour this moment, Loki.
He turns to head for the door, dodging past somebody who's looking a little bit too eager to get playing and isn't looking where he's going. As if that didn't even happen, he addresses the...human? Sure, that's all he's got to go by...again.] Varric, by the way. Varric Tethras.
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[Very few people ever bother with the titles he's accumulated, and Loki rarely bothers with his patronymic surname considering how he usually feels about either of his fathers.
He falls into step besides Varric, heading for the doors, walking slowly for him to allow for much shorter strides. Varric is barely bicep-height to Loki- but he's used to the dvergr back home, so it's not terribly surprising to see one here.]
Which game would you like explaining? I know the rules to the vast majority of gambling games- particularly if they involve bluffing.
[Lies, after all, are very much part of his repertoire.]
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another for the taken party
Arianna groans and rolls onto her back, putting a hand to her head. Circlet's still there, good. Her necklace is a steady warmth at her throat - good, they were stupid enough to leave her with both enchanted items. Obviously they've taken her weapon, but she can work with this.]
It...could probably be worse.
[With some effort, Arianna sits up. The room is just as gaudy as everything else on this planet, but beyond that, she can't place it.]
What happened?
\o/ JOIN ME
Probably. [He's grinning, a lop-sided sort of smirk, as she sits up. Her question, though? Well, that's the kicker. He shrugs, arms half raised.]
It is a mystery. We didn't knock ourselves bloody and fall down in here, I can say that much.
[He stands, dusting himself off and extending a hand to help her up.] Come on, let's see what we can dig up in here.
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[It might become apparent later, but she's not about to voice how she actually needs the necklace to cast any spells. Anyone from her world would know that. These people are about to learn the hard way.
For now, she puts a softly-glowing hand to her heart. Almost immediately, her head stops throbbing and most of the grogginess falls away. Much better.]
Do you want me to have a look at that? ['That' being the head injury.]
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He's watching with only the slightest cant of the head as her hand breaks out in a fit of glowing, and there's an instant change to her demeanour after - like a parched plant after the rain.]
Go ahead. Pun not intended. [Dwarves can't perform magic, but it can be performed on them just like anyone else. Too bad, really - he'd take immunity to healing if it came with immunity to fireballs.]
I don't suppose you've heard of the Circle of Magi, have you?
Eris-6578
He's immediately on guard though, a he scrambles up into a sitting position with his back against the wall, and looking with slightly frantic eyes towards his limbs. Sorry Varric. He's been through this shit before and it ended up with his limbs missing and him winding up with TB for life. He doesn't need this shit again. But before he can summon any of his weapons he'll look at the other.
Right. Not an enemy if he's asking about his well being. Cyrus coughs again it's terrible sounding as he winces and clutches his chest with his robotic hand. ]
Fine. What the hell happened?
argh what the hell notifs I'm sorry!
Squinting at the boy, an eyebrow quirked sardonically - "fine", right - Varric shrugs.] Haven't got that far yet. We're both in the 'hey, this isn't where I passed out' stage of our kidnapping.
I assume it's a kidnapping - unless we're both one hell of a pair of sleepwalkers.
i am desperately late to this party but Varric is my favorite & here's a dinner friend
She looks a little surprised that she is being beckoned over, but with a glance behind her and to either side to check that she's not being talked past, she offers the small man a shy and nervous smile.] I, um, don't know if I'm good company...
[Still, it would be very rude to say no to the offer, and she perches carefully on the chair, like she's afraid it will break, and dips a nod-bow to him, offering,] My name is Eleria. Um, may I know yours, sir?
late is perfectly fine <333
He waves off the deprecation with a grin and a hand motion like he's sweeping it away as she makes to sit down. She looks so damn nervous that even if she turns out to be desperately boring - and few people are, not really - he'd still just want to make her feel better. He makes a bow of the head in turn.] Varric Tethras, at your service. Just call me Varric.
And take my word for it, any company is good company. Although if you're about to ask me if I'm familiar with our lord and saviour or worse, try to discuss politics, I might have to ask you to join me in some silent drinking instead.