[SEMI-OPEN]

[acreage]

WHO: Amos Burton, James Holden, Wysteria, Ellis, and YOU
WHAT: Two spacemen fall out of a rift, later explore scenic Kirkwall
WHEN: Nnnnowish? Waves hands
WHERE: The Wounded Coast, then Kirkwall
NOTES: A closed arrival thread, plus open individual threads for meeting Amos and/or Jim after their quarantine period.

Comments

[tender]

Derrica ducks her head to hide a small smile. Depending on who was there, that remark isn't so surprising. There are some people here who excel at subtlety, but on the other hand—

"But they got you here, so there's that."

Some small, silver lining.

"Do you still have questions? About us, or this place?"

[innerharbor]

"Yeah, that's kinda their job."

He eats his pomegranates and stares into the middle distance.

"Shit, yeah. Basically everything. What the fuck is Rivain?"

[tender]

The first thought: This would be an easier explanation if I had a map.

But Derrica just has what's on hand now, her thoughtful hum gives way to a more measured description:

"It's a peninsula, far north. I was born and raised there, until I had to leave," Derrica says, her tone dipping slightly over the tail-end of the sentence. "It's very different from Kirkwall, in a lot of ways. Warmer, for a start."

All this time later and Derrica is still slightly bitter about the cold, wet turn the weather takes at the end of the year.

"Maybe very different from where you came from too?"

[innerharbor]

Amos shrugs. "I come from a lot of places." (You must be this tall to unlock his tragic backstory.)

"What're the people with claws called?"

[tender]

(But Amos she's short.)

"Which people?" Derrica asks, face pinched slightly in confusion as she runs through a minor mental checklist of Thedas races. No claws come to mind, so maybe it's something he knows of from where he came from.

[innerharbor]

"The girl with the fucking claws." Said completely flat, and without any heat, despite the profanity.

[tender]

Oh.

"Her name is Laura."

Derrica's voice goes a little flat over the answer. It's never occurred to her to ask whether Laura knows of anyone else like her, nevermind how she came to come by those claws. It had been something painful. That's all.

"I don't know if there's anyone else like her."