[Open Broadcast: All Investigators]

[detectivewonder]

[Tim's mental voice is a drill-sergeant's whip-crack command, coming only moments after the Travelers are plunged into the water.]

Nobody panic! Try to keep the airwaves clear unless you need help. If you can't swim, shout out right now and someone will come for you. If you're a strong enough swimmer to help someone, let us know - but if you're not sure and not trained, don't try it. Find something in the water to hang onto. Get rid of shoes or boots if you have to.

Once we're sure we have everyone floating, tell us what you can see. All I have so far are rocks, in the direction the wind is blowing, and the remains of a sailing ship - Coelestis Maria is the name on the plank I'm hanging onto. Cute.

Unless the Trumps are trying to drown us, there must be something else out here somewhere. Land, or another ship.

Comments

[deconsecrate]

Believe me, I haven't forgotten. Seeing as how it was happening just behind my left ear for weeks.

She was just waiting until he could grow a beard before swooping in. I didn't have the heart to tell her he'd been trying since he was twelve.

[ It's possible that was right around the time Hawke was stricken by his first bout of Beardliness. ]

[pseudologist]

That would explain the time I walked in on him collecting the sheddings of that hound of yours. I thought it was just some obscure Ferelden custom.

[deconsecrate]

Maker's breath, no, have you seen our coloring? [ He knows, psychically, that somewhere Carver is wincing at 'our,' because Hawke delights in torturing him with how much they look like brothers. ] That was for keeping secretly in all his pockets, so he could seduce my dog away from me.

[pseudologist]

Oh. Well, that's just even more disturbing.

[Is he fixing on the 'seduce' part of the statement? Probably not, but he's happy to pretend he is.]