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memes. ([personal profile] memetical) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2015-06-28 01:07 pm

picture prompt meme.




the picture prompt meme

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY.


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[personal profile] fixedpointintime 2015-06-30 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Jack had a hesitation before clearing his landing with the port planet-side. It looked crowded. The word that came to mind was bustling. So many people. Did he want to deal with all those people? Surely he could make it to a less populated station to resupply. Duchamp 331 was in range. Probably. Worst case scenario, he'd have to deal with a couple of deaths. The realization that he was all right with that was what ended up spurring him to action. It wasn't a healthy thought. He needed people. Rather quickly. Time to refuel and resupply.

The dust storms around the planet didn't seem to concern the person who gave him clearance and a numbered slip to pull into. Which meant they weren't an issue, right? Strong, though. Strange colour, too. Jack had never seen any sort of ion disturbance in space that seemed so much like oil on water. Beautiful, in that highly unsettling way that strongly suggested that something was wrong. Hearing containment alarms start going off as part of his ship passed through one of those trailing arms of displaced light did nothing to lessen that apprehension. Depressurization, hull breech, or a fire. Perfect. Nothing he could do about it immediately, though. He hurried through the docking procedure, the motions practically second nature to him already. Instead of heading immediately off the ship, though, he unbuckled himself and headed from the cockpit to the cargo area, turning off the alarms as he went, though the eerie green light remained.
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[personal profile] hallaifyouherd 2015-06-30 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)
The rift had been more unstable than the rest, and she should have known better. But the heat of battle made it a matter she could only deal with in the moment, as it was happening.

She wasn't letting the swelling light harm her companions. She'd cast them away as the tear yawned wide and swallowed her whole, that dizzying tumble through void and then everything at once as terrifying as ever. Weightless, she had closed her eyes, curled tight against herself, willed herself to find the end of it all.

Which was how she found herself crouched in a corner of a room encased in metal, the green light starting to abate and sink back into her palm as she came to, staff still tightly clutched in one hand. The alarms weren't encouraging. Neither was the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching.

Still in fight-or-flight mode, Marjara lifted the end of her staff to aim at the doorway. Whatever had drawn her here, let it come. And let it regret having done so, she thought fiercely, dirt-smudged face narrowing in determination.
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[personal profile] fixedpointintime 2015-06-30 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack hadn't had a thing to do with drawing her here, but he was regretting plenty all the same. He could see just enough through the tiny observation pane to know that it wasn't a hull breech. The vacuum of space was still safely kept at bay. Which did not mean actual safety, of course, just that it was something else going horribly wrong. Keying the override code into the access panel, his mouth set in a grim line as it slid aside. The one thing he was not expecting was nothing. Huh.

No, not nothing. The moment he actually stepped through into the cargo area, he saw her, tiny little thing crouched in a corner and pointing a stick at him. The stick wasn't a worry, not at all, until the look on her face made him doubt its harmless nature. Where the hell had she even come from?
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[personal profile] hallaifyouherd 2015-06-30 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
She would not cower. She would not tremble. She was the Inquisitor, a leader of armies, a knight-enchanter. One man in a tiny metal room would not give her pause.

"Who are you? Is this some Tevinter magic?" she uttered, slowly pulling herself to stand to her full height. Unimpressive, against the rather tall human, but it let her shoulders straighten even if the need to pant for air hadn't left her just yet. "Another plot to make me conveniently disappear? You should have learned the first time."

But as the words left her, she could see the man's confusion. He didn't look like Venatori. Creators, where had the rift taken her now?
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[personal profile] fixedpointintime 2015-07-01 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
He was shocked to find her in his cargo bay, yes. Also surprised by the words coming out of her mouth, the accent they arrived in, the fact that he could feel his translator field rearranging them in his mind. Not as sleek or polished as the one possessed by the TARDIS, yet infinitely more portable, there was always something about the way the mouth moved. Couldn't get deeply rooted enough to convince his brain that the words synced up perfectly. Which was odd, because judging by her ears, the simple manner of dress, the large eyes and delicate bone structure, he should speak her language. "You're a long way from home, little one." Two full galaxies off, to be exact. What was she doing here? It wasn't possible he'd failed to notice a stowaway all these months, was it?

"I'm Jack. You're on my ship. We've just docked at the Capital Spaceport on Kataa Floko. Your turn." If someone was trying to make her disappear, the vacuum of space would have provided a far more convenient dumping ground. He very much doubted that was the case.
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[personal profile] hallaifyouherd 2015-07-01 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Little one. Almost at once she could feel her jaw tightening at the patronizing tone.

"What manner of ship is made of metal? A dreadnought?" She glanced swiftly around her, though loath to take her eyes off Jack for too long. "A vessel of war?"

The name of the city meant nothing, unfamiliar. Perhaps the far end of the world, beyond the seas they had mapped, somewhere dangerous and forbidden. The allure of something new was there, certainly, but not nearly strong enough to overwhelm her sense of duty.

I have to get back to them.

There was a pause, a breath. "I am Inquisitor Lavellan. I was battling the Venatori that threatened an Orlesian village, when a rift opened and drew me here. A place they have never taken me before now."
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[personal profile] fixedpointintime 2015-07-01 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack had meant purely physically. Even for her species, she was a tiny thing. Then she kept right on talking, and his confusion only mounted. He had no idea what she was talking about. Jack wasn't so arrogant to believe that he knew everything, but it was rare he didn't know anything that came up in the course of the getting to know you part of a-- whatever this was. Until Rift. Rift he knew, and his expression softened. Still didn't explain why her language was wrong, though.

"This is a light class cargo transport ship." Small, agile, with fuel efficiency modes that were almost never used. She was designed to move relatively small quantities of cargo great distances at great speeds. For Jack, the appeal was in the fact that he could crew her himself, and lay in enough supplies to keep him away from people for years, assuming he was willing to spend a great chunk of that time drifting with nothing but the life support systems running. "If you think she could be a war ship... your idea of what constitutes a war is a lot smaller than mine."

She was still pointing the stick at him. He really wished she'd stop. "I don't know who or what the Venatori are. I have no idea where Orlesian space is. I'm sorry to tell you that if you came through a Rift, you could have started out just about anywhere. I don't know how many times you've used them to travel, though I suggest you find a safer way. You're lucky it dumped you here. Thirty feet to your left, and you've have ended up in empty space."
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[personal profile] hallaifyouherd 2015-07-02 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Does it look like I came here by choice?"

The words were a little sharper than she had meant them to be. Truly, Jack didn't seem to be posing much of a threat, simply standing there and staring at her as though he pitied her. Her shoulders sagging in a sigh, she finally lowered the staff, enough to lean some of her weight against it and off her weary feet. "I...apologize. That was unworthy."

Exhaustion was creeping in, but she kept her back straight as she met Jack's gaze. "I don't use them to travel. They're tears in the fabric of the Veil, that which keeps the Fade and our world separate."
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[personal profile] fixedpointintime 2015-07-02 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Honestly, if she had something to run from, she looked exactly like someone who came here by choice. Choice was a broad term, when you got right down to it. Someone running from something? Port of this size was a good place to start. All he actually did in response to her question was shrug, though. She clearly hadn't run, no matter what it did or did not look like, and she wasn't happy to be here now.

"Which world is that?" It was a good place to start, at least. Get her pointed back in the right direction. She didn't come from the world he was familiar with for her species, the one populated by lithe little elven looking creatures mining their algae and singing to their sunspot storms. Had they thrown exploratory ships out into space? Were there farflung little colonies stretching across galaxies now of chloroform eating storm serenaders? He hadn't lost track of the years again, had he?
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[personal profile] hallaifyouherd 2015-07-02 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thedas." She narrowed her eyes, as though unsure whether or not this was some kind of trick question. "You say you've never heard of Orlais? What of Ferelden? Rivain? Antiva?"

One of those, any of those should be ringing some kind of bell, shouldn't it? But if their ships had never crossed the ocean, if they knew nothing of whatever continents lay beyond the vast stretch of blue on the map, then why should he know of them?

Her thumb rubbed against the Anchor embedded in her palm anxiously.
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[personal profile] fixedpointintime 2015-07-05 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Jack shook his head, his eyes taking on a little bit of a sad light. If he didn't know any of the planets she was talking about, chances were they were someplace incredibly remote. She'd have a hell of a time getting back. "No. Sorry."

He lifted his hand, tapping in a quick sequence on his wrist computer to open the cargo bay doors. Not the way he was planning on leaving the ship, but there was no reason not to. The ship groaned around them, mechanical locks and seals labouring to open slowly and reveal the bustling catwalks of the ports. Beyond them, past the slight distortion of the atmospheric containment field, endless stars above, and below them, the beautiful swirling marble of the planet. There was a shuttle pulling into one of the dedicated ports, another taking off, carrying those with who didn't wish to pay the exorbitant rates to have their ships cleared to pass through the planet's atmosphere.

He had no real frame of reference for how it all might look to someone who had no idea what space travel was. Jack had known how it worked his entire life.
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[personal profile] hallaifyouherd 2015-07-09 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
She'd tensed again, though not quite hunching, whirling about to get a look at the scene laid out before her.

The closest thing she could relate it to would be her memories of the Fade, jagged paths and statues hovering in the air and strange visions swimming around her. But this seemed real. Tangible. People moved and walked and bustled about as they might in any city, but the sight of it...

For a moment she looked taken aback, almost frightened. But then her eyes narrowed. In the next second she'd darted forward, bare feet patting against metal as she ran, moving out into the throng for a better look around.
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[personal profile] fixedpointintime 2015-07-09 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Perfect. Off his ship meant out of his hair. Not his problem.

Right. That was a nice thought, for about half a second. Then he was sighing, grabbing an empty duffel in one hand and a spare suit in the other on his way out the door. If nothing else, she was going to freeze in what she was wearing. Suit in the bag, another quick code on his wrist, and the cargo bay was closing.

Fast little thing, wasn't she? It was all he could do to keep her dark head and walking staff in sight, barreling into people more often than he'd like, throwing apologies back over his shoulder. Where was she even going?
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[personal profile] hallaifyouherd 2015-07-10 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
It was easier for her to slip around, slight as she was, weaving in and out as she moved, her eyes darting this way and that to take it all in. It had to be the Fade, or something like it. No matter how farflung she must be from Skyhold, the world couldn't be this different on the other side of the ocean.

Those were stars, out there. Her hands caught against a railing as she stared dizzily up at it all, trying to wrap her mind around it. There had to be a way back, but unless she knew where she was, how much good could it do her?

She was hopelessly lost in a strange land full of metal and light and too much dark and open sky, and the thrum in her hand had quieted to almost nothing at all.
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[personal profile] fixedpointintime 2015-07-10 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
He caught up with her quickly, but didn't immediately intrude on her moment. Something was not right, and pretty much anyone would be able to see it. She was scanning the stars almost frantically. Poor thing looked entirely overwhelmed. "Does anything out there look familiar? If we can figure out where your planet is, I can try to help you get back to it."

Rather than touching her, he set the bag on the ground and leaned on the railing next to her. More than the stars and the glowing marble of the planet below them, he was focused on the people. The people were his reason for docking, after all. The stars were where he'd just been. They weren't new for him.
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[personal profile] hallaifyouherd 2015-07-10 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"No."

Nothing looked at all familiar. The frustration was starting to prickle at her eyes, but she stubbornly held those tears back, her grip on the railing tightening. "This...isn't my world. There's more than one. And I'm--"

She was coming to the right conclusions on her own, smart enough to do that much. But for someone who'd never known where the edges of her own world end, the prospect of many, in the vastness of the sky, and being on or near one of those?

"We're in the sky. Beyond it. Somehow. I don't...this is..." Her teeth dug into her lower lip, shoulders hunching and head dropping low. If one of those tears fell free, she didn't want him seeing it.
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[personal profile] fixedpointintime 2015-07-10 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"More or less." How had she possibly traveled through the rifts, yet still lived her life with no concept of interplanetary travel? Maybe the clothing did make a little more sense. Maybe the problem wasn't only where, but when she'd come from. Passing through rifts without the knowledge that those twinkling lights in the sky held new worlds captive in their orbit, one planet could seem massive.

He sighed, ran a hand through his hair. Should have just kept on going. "Are you cold?" Even through his own suit, Jack was beginning to feel the chill creep in. Stations weren't heated for comfort. Far more important things that power could be going toward. Besides, most people measured their time spent on them in minutes, not hours, never days.

She wasn't properly insulated, and her bare feet on the metal catwalks. Shock. Had to be.
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[personal profile] hallaifyouherd 2015-07-11 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
She laughed, a stuttering, heartbroken noise, before shaking her head. Yes, she was cold, but it was the least of her concerns right now. She'd just been able to cope with one variation of overwhelming, and now this had fallen on her head. Was this some path the Creators had set her on? The Maker? Did they know of these worlds beyond their own?

How little did they really know about any of it?

"I want to wake up," she finally managed, tipping her head back far enough to see Jack, a tight, trembling smile on her face and a wet trail down one tattooed cheek.
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[personal profile] fixedpointintime 2015-07-11 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd offer to pinch you, but that just seems cruel." What he did do was pull a microfiber cloth out of a pocket. True, it was meant for cleaning the many screens in the cockpit, not for use as a hanky, but it was clean. He held it out to her.

He looked down at her feet again, leaning slightly over the railing to do so, the view back through the bars easier to attain than one down through her shaking shoulders. "Your toe moons are turning blue." He tried to keep his tone conversational. Sure. She wasn't cold. Not at all. She was just slowing her blood flow to the point that it was pulling the colour out of her extremities. She definitely wasn't cold, though. Silly Jack.
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[personal profile] hallaifyouherd 2015-07-11 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
To be honest, she barely noticed. Mopping briefly at her face she took a shaky breath, straightening her shoulders. If he'd pointed it out, it was obvious he thought she needed help.

Well, she did. Probably more than he could offer. But she couldn't appear weak, needy, not this far from the Inquisition. An elf alone is a dead elf. She couldn't forget that most basic lesson of all.

One foot carefully crossed over the other, rubbing faintly. "We were in a desert," she murmured, by way of explanation. "The Hissing Wastes. Don't suppose you've heard of that, either."
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[personal profile] fixedpointintime 2015-07-11 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Jack shook his head. "Sorry, kid. I haven't even heard of your planet." Which did not mean he was certain they weren't thinking of the same place. If she'd crossed over that much time. Maybe they were thinking of the same places and attributing different names. Of course, if that was the case, even if he brought her back she might not recognize anything. "The chances of me knowing some small territory on it are pretty damn slim."

He didn't ask or motion for the cloth back. Honestly, now that it was covered in saline and possibly snot, it was easier to just let her keep it than try and get it clean enough for its intended use again. "I'm not going to tell you what you should do. I get the feeling you wouldn't listen to me if I tried. I'm going to go down to the planet, get some supplies. Probably have some dinner. Maybe a massage. You don't have to come with me, but... I'd carefully consider my options, if I were you. The only way off of this station is a shuttle to the planet, or passage out on a docked ship. Neither of those options are free, and considering the fact that there's not a single electrical conduit in anything you're wearing, I'm guessing you don't have ready access to currency you'd have any luck getting someone to take." The trick in delivering his 'these are your options, and this is the reality of the situation' talks, Jack had found, was in the speed. Give them time to argue or get prickly, and everyone ended up with a headache. He'd long ago mastered the word vomit technique of getting information across.
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[personal profile] hallaifyouherd 2015-07-11 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
She listened with thinned lips, swallowing down the bristling she felt at 'kid'. He could have called her worse, but now he almost certainly thought her a child. Inept. At least it had garnered some manner of sympathy, rather than any urge to take advantage. Some men wouldn't have been so noble.

"You don't have to do that," she finally replied, once he was done. One eyebrow cocked slightly. "Not...well, you don't have to be so generous, either. But I meant you don't have to spell out the sort of trouble I'm in. I'm not an idiot."

What he wanted out of this was still in question, but right now he was the closest thing she had to a potential ally in this strange land. She wanted to believe he meant well. If he didn't, she wasn't exactly harmless. An escape was the least of what she could manage in a pinch.

Her eyes strayed again to the landscape of stars and the planet looming just beyond. Be strong, she thought. No matter how far she was from home, there had to be a way back there. Somehow. She just had to keep her wits long enough to find it.
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[personal profile] fixedpointintime 2015-07-11 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
He pursed his lips slightly, ducked his chin to the side in a noncommittal sort of head bobble gesture. "Without intending any marked level of disrespect, I don't know you well enough to know how much of an idiot you are or aren't, or the extent to which you understand your current situation." She was devoid of any respectable tech, barefoot, navigationally lost. Possibly emotionally lost, too. It wasn't out of the realm of possibility that she could handle herself. It also wasn't much of a stretch to think that she couldn't. Jack wasn't going to be able to sleep at night for a very long time if he didn't at least make the attempt.

"Either way, you should take this." He kicked the bag at his far side with the heel of his boot and listened to it slide along the slick metal mesh until it hit her leg. "Your toes aren't getting any less blue."
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[personal profile] hallaifyouherd 2015-07-11 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
"If I thought you knew, I wouldn't have told you. Now we're clear on the matter."

The words came easier now, after months at the helm of the Inquisition. Pretending to be brave made things easier, she found, and she did not want the man thinking her less than capable. Enough people dismissed her simply because of who she was in her own world, it wouldn't do to let them start in this new one.

The bag took her by surprise. With a puzzled look at Jack, she bent down to pick it up, prying it open and peering inside. "What...strange manner of boots are these?" she wondered, wrinkling her nose slightly.

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