outer_divide | [Voice]

[Aveline follows the lights -- well, first she tries to head in an alternate direction but it proves not to lead anywhere, so then she follows the lights -- but when they take her to look at a city close that looks...ruined is the only word Aveline can think of for it, with another, glowing, city far off in the distance she decides to go looking at her belongings.]

I can't exactly say that this was what I've been expecting.

[Aveline doesn't have a great idea of how this type of magic works, but she can read. And while reading the wrong thing can be dangerous, she's not in the mood to accept complete ignorance of where she is. They don't have technology that can communicate across distances like this that Aveline's really seen, but she's heard the idea floated as something that would make serving in the guard a lot more convenient. It's nothing more than theory, but this looks like the sketches she was shown.]

If this works for some reason, then whoever's on the other end please identify yourself, where this is that I've been taken, and what state this region identifies itself with.

[Because it seems like a good idea to find out if she's in the Tevinter Imperium, for example. If so, she'd be suspicious about alerting anyone that she's here, other than the glaringly obvious fact that she didn't come here on her own free will and so whoever put her here must already know where she is.]

Threaded | Flat

[She's finally gotten instruction on using the... item, and feels that now is the time to put them to the test.]

Guard-Captain. This area is not a part of Thedas, and as such does not identify with any regions you or I would know.

[Meredith assumes that her own voice is recognizable enough that she doesn't need to identify herself.]

We're all refugees here; this is no one's home.

If you are in the ship still, merely follow the corridor, and you'll find the way out. The settlement is just a little ways to the east; someone there will be able to direct you to where you may find food and lodgings.

We are on a world called Verdana. The natives of the Old City are kind enough to grant us a place to stay, and food to eat. It would be wise not to antagonize them; they are not the architects of our predicament. It is likely that those people, whoever they might be, perished in the ship's crash, or are perhaps still in stasis.

Commander Shepard, of the Normandy SR2. The planet's Verdana, but the only name this place has is the Old City.

And we identify ourselves with any state that isn't on the inside of that goddamn dome.

[Laughs]

Always so formal. I had no idea you could be so tight-assed even in a situation like this, Aveline.

[Here have your standard Isabela greeting]

[Voice]

[video] Needs more giant robots

[Audio]

no subject

sorry this is so late!