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[yourdistraction]

[ And here appears the face of an elf, one with short and dark hair scattered with braids, tattoos swirling across her face and around her large, almost insect-like green eyes. Her smile is awkward, only half there as aware as she is that it's a poor time to smile. ]

Hello there. This is Merrill again, um. I suppose it has been some time, but then I haven't had anything worth saying. And then I did, perhaps, but it didn't seem a good time. Is it ever a good time? Well, near half a million people have been destroyed despite our best efforts. That doesn't seem like a good time.

I am sorry. Especially to those who were from there. So sorry.

But I cannot put off this question any longer. My curiosity has gotten the best of me, and maybe a distraction would not be out of place for a short amount of time. [ She clears her throat and taps a fingertip to her lower lip, near pouting. ] I suppose a joke or story would be better in that case, but there I go again with my poor sense of timing.

In any case, does anyone here know of the Chimera Project? [ The petite elf holds up a small booklet, or thick leaflet, however you choose to see it. The title is clear as day. It's stained with something, though... ] I regret to say that...ale spilled all over it in the drastic move, sorry about the appearance. But I would like to hear if any Transports or even Initiative employees know of this.

[private; Fenris]

Isn't it strange? Even now, with our friends here...our Thedas is still the most similar. Our Kirkwall, and our Hawke.

[/private]

[ ooc; Sorry I might be slow on tagging back some threads until I hear more about the pamphlet thingy. Will get to them ASAP! ]

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[wolfuncaged]

[He looks blankly at the proffered piece of paper]

Are they? I would not know.

[yourdistraction]

[ Well dur. ]

I could read it to you.

[wolfuncaged]

[Linefacing. Linefacing into oblivion]

I have little choice. What does it say?

[yourdistraction]

You want me to read through this?

[wolfuncaged]

You have offered it to me, have you not?

[yourdistraction]

Others have acted as if it is not truly safe to exchange private information this way...

[ Although she supposes it isn't meant to stay private, Fenris's reactions might be. ]

[wolfuncaged]

Then show it to me in person, if it concerns you so.

[yourdistraction]

[ Well when you look all inviting like that...! She only nearly died retrieving this information, you jerk. Lucky there's no blood on the pages! ]

After I show Oz, I will come to you. Where are you?

[wolfuncaged]

[Gosh what were you expecting Merrill a smile? His face would crack]

I am wandering. I can go to my room, if you require privacy. [He'll just kick his roomies out]

[yourdistraction]

[ She's totally picturing that, too . . . ]

Where were you going to sleep tonight? We can just go there.

[ It will be like a bedtime story that will give you nightmares. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[Gosh the best bedtime story]

I sleep in the corridors, where I can get some of my own space. I suppose we can go there if you wish.

[yourdistraction]

Yes, there are some less used places! By the way, I have found that is not the cafeteria.

[wolfuncaged]

You thought the place where people would eat would be a quiet place? [Judging? NEVER]

[yourdistraction]

You'd think they would sleep at normal times!

[wolfuncaged]

Given the vast array of otherwordly creatures, it seems not.

[yourdistraction]

Well, let's meet in the observatory and then find a quiet corridor away from there.

[wolfuncaged]

That sounds fair enough. I will go there now.

[yourdistraction]

[ So will she, hugging the backpack to her chest all the way. She's hardly better than he is, really, still wearing her chainmail and staff even here, unless she's settling down in her room. But this place is, somehow, even more turbulent than Kirkwall. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[The unfamiliarity of it all does nothing to calm his nerves. At least he knew where he stood, back home, here, a passing transport could have any power under the sun, and show no sign of it. Could be friend or foe, a hero or a killer. He hates it.

Still, he'll be waiting for her, arms folded, yet restless as always]

[yourdistraction]

[ Yes hi! Or so she seems to say with the exuberant wave that joins her approach. She waits until near (but not too near, this is Fenris and she used blood magic on him) before speaking up. ]

I hope I'm not walking strangely, I seem so aware of it here for some reason. Are your feet always cold, too? These floors are even worse than built stone.

[wolfuncaged]

[That's...an interesting opening conversation and Fenris frowns softly, glancing down at his own feet]

I suppose it is. Most places I go to now are cold compared to Tevinter.

[He'd probably die in Ferleden]

[yourdistraction]

[ Maybe in certain parts... But in general Exsilium is still colder, and the moon? Well, you know...the moon... ]

But it isn't as if you miss Tevinter...of course?

[wolfuncaged]

I miss the summers. And it was still the only place I knew as home for a long time.

[A shrug] But I do not belong there any more, so there is little point reminiscing.

[yourdistraction]

Well, I don't want to get too comfortable on a moon, either.

[wolfuncaged]

I have no plans to be comfortable here, or anywhere. Neither here, nor that world own there are Thedas.

So. This paper you wished to show me...