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WHO: Marian Hawke
WHERE: Multiple places!
WHEN: Anywhere between December 10-19thish
OPEN TO: Filters to Iron Bull, Frank Castle, Finnick Odair, Elektra Natchios, and then OTA!
WARNINGS: Swearing. Updated: Sex in the Connor thread.

FOR BULL

Hawke likes a lot of things about being there. For one, she always feels useful. For two, she doesn't have to be in charge. For three, she gets to meet all kinds of people. For four, some of them are people she already wanted to get to know better. It's very easy to volunteer to partner up with Bull during patrols, as he is simply marvelous company and it is occasionally nice to spend time with someone from her own world. Less people to question phrases or terms she says. Varric was right about Bull being someone their group would have liked.

"So I got Wicked Grace decks out of no where the other day, I was thinking of teaching people how to play." She has her bow slung over her shoulder. "Also my official bow, but it was broken up into a set. It shouldn't be that hard to put it together with some help."

FOR FINNICK

Hawke gets it in her head to go check in on Annie, the first person she met in this odd place, after seeing some of the native birds and thinking of those adorable little geese. Also to let her know a bit about the extra meat just brought in, in case she wanted any. It wasn't too hard to ask around and describe the woman enough to get directions, and that's how she ended up at the Windemere house.

Her dark hair is braided and her bow is left behind for now, peering around. "Oi, Annie, you around here, love?" She didn't know that she'd be meeting a different member of the family altogether.

FOR FRANK

Hawke found a reasonable set of gloves that worked with her bow, although they would never be as good as gloves that were specifically designed for an archer. But they were tolerable. Which is good, because Hawke goes out in the field enough to need it for when everything is colder. She picked up some other warm things to get by, but she found that they're simply not cutting it on her latest patrols and scouting. She heard around that Frank was the man to see about getting some warmer things without having to share them with everyone else, so she got directions to his place.

It was day time and cold, but sunny at least. She was sans bow and arrows since that was only necessary when she planned on using them. Hawke knocks on the door.

FOR ELEKTRA

Hawke is delighted to find several gifts waiting for her one morning, including beloved daggers and decks of Wicked Grace. The daggers however she simply has to immediately show off, even if it'll take a bit before she can come up with a good harness or set of sheaths for her back. She has a particularly chipper skip to her step today, wandering into the village to see who she could catch. She spots a familiar dark head from not too far away.

"Elektra!" Hawke gets warm fuzzies whenever she sees people she has good memories with. She has this gut feeling that Elektra would approve of these finely crafted matching daggers. "Look at what was randomly delivered to me over night!"

OPEN TO ALL

Hawke is someone easy to spot and meet around the village. She has lunch at the inn every day and will chatter at anyone there. She as usual can be found at the fountain here and there in case someone shows up, but she is now working on her sewing instead of creating arrows. She sometimes has some mischief and bathes nude in the hot springs. It gets cold out there! She's shameless. Finally she just generally scouts around the perimeter of the village, especially at night, with her knives and bow. She is very friendly. Just say hi. Or run while you can.

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Fire. The sight of it made Reeve smiled, shaking his head. Made him reach for his wrist, because there used to be a bangle there, studded with materia. With that he used to be able to do that. Maybe a bit of longing there.

But there's the question and he'll deal with it.

"Indeed. Architect, city planner, professional organizer of things," Reeve agreed, leaning back in his seat to consider the man. Also an electrical engineer, skilled with power systems, and with robotics, but those last two won't matter as much here."

Then he offered his hand across with a smile. "Reeve Tuesti."

"Fancy. It takes all kinds to keep a village afloat, obviously. Always interested in who they end up bringing here. No one useless yet, from what I can tell." Perhaps some people with not so obvious skills, yes, but Hawke assumed they'll manage to chip in somehow. A group of competent people can accomplish all types of things. "You must meet Tony if you haven't already. The man engineers all day long. I'd tell him to take a break every once and awhile if I thought he'd listen to me." She was very fond of her disaster twin.

She took his hand with a firm shake. "Marian Hawke, but it's just Hawke to most. With an E at the end." Always the necessary comment, so people knew how to spell it on the network. "What's robotics?"

"Tony?"

It was not on the short list of names that Reeve had learned at this point. Granted he'd rather quickly been greeted by paper and once Altair had suggested projects he'd sort of... lost the thread of meeting other residents.

"I admit I haven't gotten out of my own head very often beyond meals and walking the paths here in the village to evaluate construction styles. I haven't met anyone named Tony. But I consider myself quite fortunate to have made your acquaintance Miss Hawke."

He would have assumed the e, strangely enough. Hawk itself wasn't in line with naming conventions on his world.

Robotics? Well now he was smiling. "Robotics is effectively the art and science of turning lots of small gears, rods, electrical components and the like into machines. Except to do far more complicated tasks than, say, a mill. Imagine, if you will, an artificial arm of metal, where each finger could move and grip like a real finger. A real hand. Or, in my own realm of focus, an artificial feline that walks on its rear legs and can speak and interact with the world."

"He's one of those electrical engineer people. He makes weapons and other things in the forge. He's the one who made the watchtower project we're trying to set up." Hawke didn't know if information about that had gotten around, but well, there were a lot of things going on at once. "Great fellow. We're adopted siblings now. His doctor friend is a skittish bloke with glasses, he has notes and organizational material on everything that's happened here." She might not know a whole lot about what was going on, but what Hawke knew best was people. And those people knew things.

Hawke listened to him, fascinated, and nodded. "Yeah that sounds along the lines of some of the folks here. What they're used to, I mean. Electricity itself isn't really a thing where I'm from." So robots, not so much. She was getting used to hearing fantastical tales of what they could create though, and that was really fun. "We've got a lot of magic and weapons and that sort of thing."

She narrowed her eyes a little. "Why a cat though?"

Wait, what? There were men like that here? Clearly Reeve has call to meet this ‘Tony’ in the near future if his mind laid in such mechanical venues. Perhaps he could be of assistance. If nothing else he would know more about what tools might be available for contructing things. All of which would be relevant to him.

“I wonder if they have gleaned the particular source of our power. Coal or hydroelectric or the like. I will have to see. Though I can say that, in the grand scheme, electricity is now always all it seems cracked up to be.”

And then there was the matter of Cait. He was part old stories, part Reeve’s fondness for cats, part cute.

“People like fluffy animals?”

"It's possible. If anyone has answers around here, it'll be that lot. And if they don't have answers, we probably don't have them yet." Hawke only occasionally wandered by the forge to say hello, and most of the time it was fine, but sometimes she walked into conversations that made her head hurt. She was fine with letting the experts handle what they may. "Me, I'm the hunter. I help bring in the meat and I have my winning personality to greet new arrivals." She liked having exact goals in mind. It was great not being in charge. GREAT.

Hawke tilted her head at him. "It was fluffy? You said gear and rods. Did you just put the fur on top?" That would make sense. "If you like cats, you'll have to find someone who has one of those little kittens they found. They're adorable, they've got all these pretty colors, but one touch gets you wasted. Okay maybe a few touches. I have yet to get a hit off one yet." She turned intangible on the mining expedition and had to go home early.

“Faux fur over top. Hardly a cat if it is metal,” Reeve pointed out. “As for cats that get you ‘wasted’, I would rather bourbon.”

He was for liquor when he drank at all and he didn’t drink much these days. There had been issues in college and grad school with attention span when he was drinking. Too many lovely people being there problem. He was a flirty drunk.

“”It is clearly an award winning personality. Minerva knows I am charmed.”

He says it in his best ‘make nice with important people’ tone. Which means trying to charm. Why? No real reason. Just a reflex. The WRO often needed donors. He’ll need time to temper that reaction.

"We don't really have bourbon here, mate. Liquor's in short supply. There is some moonshine that does the deed but could poison you." Hawke will always find the booze, and while she didn't want to drown herself in any yet, it wasn't off the table for the future. "That cat does sound pretty cute. You ever make a dog one?" She would love a dog robot. She still isn't sure what it would look like, but she misses having a dog in general.

The reply compliment makes her laugh. "Why thank you. My friend always said I was someone who grew on you with time, but if I ever see her again, I'll tell her some people didn't need months, Aveline." Hawke knows the captain was exhausted by her more for her troublemaking ways than anything else. Hawke was both helpful and hurtful to Kirkwall at times, but she felt overall she was more helpful. Until the end.

"So where are you from? Are any of your people here?"

“There is something about cats that just lends them better the the independence that my robots took,” Reeve admitted. And he liked cats more. “So no dogs. People expect cats to get those noses in places and ignore you. A dog? Well if it doesn’t want pet that is a scandal.” Didn’t actually work well with the whole it was a walking and talking cat but that is a matter for another day. Instead he was chuckling at her tone about this ‘aveline’. But then she asks the other question and instead his expression grows somber. “I am from a place known as Gaia and I have heard nothing of them. Not even in those records. Which is for the best.”

"Oh, that's a shame, I love dogs." Not that they were going to make any robot dogs there, it just sounded quite lovely. "But it does make sense, and everyone wants to pet dogs, it would have to stop a great deal." Hawke often had to stop as she walked around with hers. He might have been giant, but that didn't stop people from wanting to scratch his ears.

"Gaia," she repeats to herself thoughtfully. It's so she can turn it around in her head and figure out if she's heard it before. Hawke pays very close attention to everyone she talks to, so she might have grasped it, but no, it didn't ring a bell. "No, I haven't met anyone yet from there." She nods her head. "Yeah, on the whole I can see why people wouldn't wish this on others. I feel guilty whenever I do."

No, Reeve doubted there would be a reason for anyone else of his world to be here. And he'd been waiting for it. More out of fear than anything. But he would be ready to be there, to support them.

"They are needed quite seriously on my world. I am glad they are not here. And yes, I had considered that issue with dogs."

"Far as I can tell, they can be here and be there at the same time. I'm not certain how that happens." Hawke isn't a scientist and she doesn't spend a lot of her time thinking about the bigger picture. "It might be because of different timelines. You can take someone from different times. There's a bloke here I knew before, but he is from years back, before we met." She and Zevran reconnected, ahem, in more than one way, but it was a strange thing for certain.

"All that to mean if your friends do come here, they can also be back there at the same time. Because he still met me years later, so somehow it all worked out." It's all a headache. Hawke doesn't question it. She accepts it. Easier.

How was that even possible? The man looked beyond confused, but he didn't argue against it. He hadn't been here long, he had to trust in the people who had been.

"That sounds... complicated and confusing. When he met you in your world, did he recognize you?"

"No, he didn't. That's the thing. People go back with presumably no memory of here either." It's all a bit of a head scratcher. "And if someone disappears here, they might come back from a different point in the timeline not knowing what this is. Some people have been here a few times that way." Hawke saw the list of names. It's very confusing. "Several of my people were on the list, but they never mentioned it to me."

Whatever this is, it's not simple, that's for certain. "I suppose if they can take us from our worlds and give us super powers, wiping our memory isn't that impossible."

With no memory of here? Now that was sad as well.

Memory. Having that taken away or messed with wasn't that strange where he was from. But mostly from intense trauma. And he didn't like that idea.

"Seems inefficient for them to do that if they are returning people."

"Not if they're hoping for something different. Maybe they do it because they don't like how the person acted in the first place. Hard to say, it's just speculation at this point." And speculation is not her strongest suit. Hawke smiles at him and then pops to her feet.

"Well I have fountain patrol duty. Make sure you go meet Tony! He'll probably want your brain on some projects."

[figured good to wrap here or on yours!]

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