intro log

[ceoqueen]

who. everyone!
what. entering omega.
where. landing pads
when. today
warnings. none for now

You’re not sure how it happened.

A minute ago, you had somewhere to go, someplace to be. Maybe something important to do, or maybe you were just going out to buy groceries. Whatever it was, it doesn’t matter anymore.

You’re in some kind of transport -- a shuttle, given the turbulence and the sounds outside. You’re surrounded by strangers, some of whom might not even be the same species you are. There’s no point in asking. They don’t know how they got here either. The cockpit’s blocked off, like someone forgot to put in a door, and not even a glance at your omni-tool -- a holographic interface accessible by merely tapping the sensor on your left arm -- is any help.

You’ve only got a minute or so before the shuttle starts descending. There aren’t any windows -- this doesn’t look like a shuttle meant for long trips. When it finally touches down, the doors open automatically.

Before you are landing pads, abandoned equipment scattered about. There are other shuttles landing, and whether you like it or not, you’re going to have to get off before yours dumps you out the door. Turn around, and you’re met with a hazy skyline, only half the buildings seem to be coming from above.

Welcome to Omega.


ooc notes
You’re free to expand past the landing area, but please start all threads here. Please remember that your character will not have housing until Aria makes a post granting it; it’ll be on outsiders and linked here when it goes up.

Comments

[backstabbing]

As opposed to the putrid, backwater place with stone everywhere? [she laughs, settling into a routine she thought would be long gone by the time she set sail.] You could have picked a better place for a holiday. An island, perhaps, up north with large muscular tan men greased up from head to toe.

[like a scene out of one of her favourite novels...but alas, fantasies will remain fantasies.]

Have you tried asking for a crooked answer instead? Perhaps you'd get better results.

[unyieldingly]

I'm sure you won't be surprised to hear that this place is more like Kirkwall than I originally guessed. We just get a change of clothes and we'll fit right in.

[She rolls her eyes at Isabela, though her smirk only widens.] Yes, an island. Why didn't I think of that? Let me just click my boots together and we'll be off.

And no, I haven't. It's bad enough I was lectured about asteroids.

[backstabbing]

You can have your change of clothes. I am currently happy with the set I've been wearing for the past nine years or so.

[trademark outfit logic.............]

Then I suppose we'll find our answers all in due time, probably at the most inopportune moments too. Afterthoughts. [she nudges Hawke with her hip, winking.] Let's just hope this place has a tavern of some sort where we can get good strong drink and nice firm booty.

[unyieldingly]

I keep telling you that I can get you new ones. Tailored, too. But noooo, don't take me up on that.

[She grins and bumps shoulders with her.]

Provided our coin is good here. I have a feeling we're going to be in for a tough time, Isabela. [An understatement, perhaps.] People were looking at me as though I had three heads.

[backstabbing]

There's nothing wrong with what's classic. It's like you asking Varric to wear a tailored button up tunic.

Just not meant to be.

[she snorts.]

Of course we're in for a tough time, sweetness, trouble follows us wherever we walk but at least that means we'll have a bit of fun with it.

[this is where they'd be up and walking to find the nearest bar, but Isabela's unfamiliarity with this set up (Thedas was never difficult to navigate even when she stopped at a place she had never laid port to) left her sort of standing around, lingering.

and she hates lingering. Kirkwall was like a wart she kept scratching at, after all.]

Coin is always good wherever you go. Same goes for nice tits and low cut tops, and if one doesn't work the other certainly will.

[unyieldingly]

Wearing to wear something different is very, very different from asking him to wear a button up. Who would do that, really?

[But the trouble they're in for doesn't seem entirely like Kirkwall trouble. Sure, there are mercenaries and slavers, and they'll need to scrape their way through, but Kirkwall was just any other city.

Omega isn't like that. Hawke can tell just from looking at it.

She shrugs and gives her a nod, stepping away so they can start walking. They have to go somewhere, after all.]

I don't know. I've been told that we need...a chit? Something like that. And I'm not so eager to bare my chest to whatever some of these people are.

[backstabbing]

And here I thought you liked my outfit, Hawke.

[she's fake pouting. honestly, she could use a new set of clothes, but the upgrades to her wardrobe were all she ever really needed. if she got a new outfit, it would be on her own terms.

not from Hawke's charity, as much as she liked her friend.

she doesn't follow Hawke, but instead takes up a spot next to her as they walk, legs still feeling sluggish from the journey.]

A chit. [the way she says it makes it sound like something dirty.] Perhaps they call their coin differently here, like royals instead of sovereigns.

And I have enough chest to spare for both of us. Might as well be of some help to pay you back after all these years.

[unyieldingly]

And you know that I do. But I also know where you've been in it.

[Which isn't a problem until Isabela starts asking if she needs a bath. Then Hawke has to wonder...

She gives her a sideways look and a smile.]

Yes, a chit. I haven't seen one yet, so I'm hoping if I just flash a sovereign, they won't think twice.

[Hawke snorts.]

You don't need to pay me back. Besides, it's not like I keep the loot from our escapades. [Just the weird shit that no one else wants.]

[backstabbing]

Exactly. And if it can stand the wear and tear of what I do and where I go, it's a keeper. Unless...[she'll walk a bit closer, voice low and suggestive] this is some roundabout way of getting me out of my clothes and into your bed once more.

[BUT FLIRTATIONS ASIDE THEY HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO ATTEND TO.

LIKE MONEY ah yes money.]

Good. Because I wasn't planning on paying you back. Just a formality.

[unyieldingly]

[Hawke smiles.]

You caught me. It really was just an attempt to see you naked, honestly.

[The 'once more' is a little...surprising, but she doesn't remark on it for the time being.]

Then why even offer?