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[cairhien]

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action; assumes intros were already made

[homeostatic]

( The first few days are always a bit chaotic after new orbers came aboard, tending to injured, answering questions, helping folks with the supply drops and getting them settled in. Today, on a mission for tea and possibly some form of lunch before making his usual rounds, McCoy spots one of their newest arrivals in the common area, and alters course to greet her. )

Moiraine, hello.

[cairhien]

( she'd managed to find tea, which it seemed was something that she could do no matter how strange the place was, though she'd been doing far more thinking than the drinking of it judging by how full her cup still was.

though with his presence maybe he'd be able to provide an ample distraction to her thoughts )

Doctor. ( there's a polite smile for him, a small gesture to where she's sat ) Would you like to join me?

[homeostatic]

( His smile is small and equally polite, pleased by the invitation. )

I would, thank you.

( Taking a seat, McCoy tugs the hem of his sweater straight, and gives her a look somewhere between appraising and gently empathetic- his first night was a long while ago, but he was fortunate to have Jim there, snoring lightly in the darkness. )

How did you sleep?

[cairhien]

( she laughs slightly. that's quite the opening question )

It's a strange place to sleep in.

( and she had actually tried. moiraine isn't a good sleeper usually, mostly from bad habits but this place is quite a change from what she's used to )

It's a strange place to be in.

action —

[malta]

[ over the years, they've all struggled with some newfangled contraption or another. andy genuinely hates phones, nicky still looks at the microwave oven with suspicion, booker hated cars for a couple decades (though that may have have something to do with andy and nicky's awful driving,) quynh was not nearly as enthusiastic about the printing press as she could have been.

(joe was the one hissing like a petulant cat about electricity.)

so when he spots the woman struggling with the the kettle, he doesn't look at her with pity, but understanding. he moves in closer, expression soft, but stays out of her personal space. ]

Would you like some help?

[cairhien]

( she knows how to make tea, hot water on her stove flame and she's fine.

except this supposed kitchen was far more confusing than anything that moiraine had ever seen before, though that seemed standard in this place.

it had taken her long enough to find a cup nevermind the tea and trying to get something started for water? she's a little relieved that he's there, even if she hates that she ever needs help with it )

I expect I'll need a lot in this place. ( step by step somewhere )

[malta]

No shame in that. A child taught me how to use the weapon replicator. [ daisy isn't really a child, she's a grown woman, older than nile probably, but joe has difficulty parsing ages sometimes and daisy has a sweet baby face. and she is a child, comparatively, but he will never say that to her face. ]

I used to make my own weapons and yet the machine bested me.

[ so they all need help! he sets to work doing the future space equivalent of putting the kettle on the stove before turning back to the tiny woman. ] Maybe you could help me find a cup.

[cairhien]

( she'd gotten a cup for herself out already so finding a second for him is an easier task, remembering just where she'd found them originally and going for another. after all, it's only polite to have tea with the person that's helped you get tea )

You're a-- ( her first instinct is to ask if he's a blacksmith but there have been many things already that she's assumed were natural and ended up being wrong about )

Do you often make weapons?

un: absterge | giant head huntmate wanted

[downswing]

Your strength has rejuvenated?

[cairhien]

what do you need?

[downswing]

A steer, towards the creature of the village. Child-harming.

[cairhien]

are you intending to contain it or kill it?

text — un: joe

[malta]

Moiraine, it is Yusuf. Hope you are enjoying your stay in Taeum, despite the circumstances.

[ he still can't decide which half would be preferable. red is definitely not his colour though. ]

Please let me know if you're alive otherwise I will have to deal with the indignity of speaking to myself and that would be unfortunate. Not uncommon but usually I know I'm talking to myself.

[cairhien]

[cairhien]

( it takes joe hitting up somebody else who finds moiraine and actually makes her put her damn earpiece in before she replies.

and then helps her figure out how to use it before he gets a-- )

I'm alive.

( the thought-to-text concept was too strange for her so get the nice sound of her voice )

I couldn't let you bear that indignity.

[malta]

[ girl ]

Thanks. [ this man is so put upon. the worst part is how used to this nonsense he is since andy is queen of answering a week late with "oh my phone broke" because she threw it off a cliff and then a goat ate it. ]

You're well?

[cairhien]

I am.

( she didn't have much to complain about )

You're on the other side. How is it?

un: absterge | after the stranding

[downswing]

Lady.

[cairhien]

Was there something you required?

[downswing]

To ask your health. After the realm of transitions.

[cairhien]

I remember our conversations.

un: absterge

[downswing]

( In wake of disaster — )

I beg. Mistress, you knew of healing.

[cairhien]

Do you require some?

[downswing]

A man. His hurt, my doing.

[cairhien]

Tell me what happened.