Forgive me if I won't exactly take your word for it.
[ She knows the man she's supposedly meant to share a living space with very little and the one standing in front of her now even less — but violet eyes dart toward the bottle being hoisted up, and after a lingering moment of consideration, she takes a silent step back further into the room, affording him enough of a berth through which to enter himself. ]
Celebrating, or commiserating? [ She doesn't drink often, but anyone purposefully seeking out another with the intent of sharing a bottle is usually doing so for a specific reason. ]
If he gets too insufferable, someone'll put you up.
( All the rooms are roughly identical, so it's easy to make himself at home, setting his things down on the small desk, and opening the bottle. )
Commiserating, ( he replies, pouring a couple fingers of whiskey for each of them. Bones offers her a glass. ) In a few days, we'll all be transported out once more, and won't see the station for another couple of months.
Meaning there might be few who would house him were it the other way around?
[ She hasn't visited anyone else's living quarters yet, so his familiarity with the space mostly comes across as him having been here before rather than any inherent knowledge of the layout.
She does trail him lightly, following him over to the desk while maintaining a careful distance, though not so far that she can't accept the glass from him when he offers it out to her. ]
So this is the calm before the storm. [ She glances into the contents of the glass for a moment, not sipping from it right away. ] These hunts to retrieve the orbs. Have they proven successful?
( McCoy takes a sip of his drink, the whiskey smooth and warm. )
Depends how you measure success. Four orbs have been retrieved; I've been here for the last two. First one I saw fed off the mage it was contracted with, and put an entire country of folks into some kinda magic sleep, a sleep that many of us fell prey to once we got there.
( A thought occurs to him, and he looks ruffled, )
[ Yennefer ventures a sip of her own drink; the fact that she's witnessed him partaking of it first might have something to do with her own readiness now. It's strong, but the kind of strength she needs, warmth sliding down easily and pooling in her stomach, and she presses her lips together, quiet as she lets him expound. ]
So it was tethered to a specific person, rather than a place. Did you have to locate a means of severing the connection?
[ Of course she would be more inclined to ask questions before getting around to actual introductions, so it takes him extending one to remind her of something that could constitute as basic manners. ]
Yennefer of Vengerberg. [ Since he'd given her his full address, she does the same, casually shifting the cradle of her drink to rest between both hands. ] And there are still those on this station who have been here since the first orb's discovery?
( He politely inclines his head, pleasure to meet you. )
Yes, there's still a handful of folks. Viveca keeps records of all the missions, so you can reference those via your earpiece, ( he gives his own a tap, ) but you might try talkin' to a few of the original team. As to your other question–
The orbs have to come willingly, and need to break their contract with the person who's got ahold of them.
[ What Yennefer doesn't say is that familiarizing herself with the content of the previous missions is something that would require her to become more comfortable with the intricacies of the earpiece in question — but perhaps after fiddling with it enough, she can acquire the records that will give her more context for what's already been revealed to her.
Learning that the inhabitants of the previous one had all been turned into dust, for example, is something she likely needs more substance for. ]
How do we know we're not stealing the orbs from those who have a rightful claim to them?
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[ She knows the man she's supposedly meant to share a living space with very little and the one standing in front of her now even less — but violet eyes dart toward the bottle being hoisted up, and after a lingering moment of consideration, she takes a silent step back further into the room, affording him enough of a berth through which to enter himself. ]
Celebrating, or commiserating? [ She doesn't drink often, but anyone purposefully seeking out another with the intent of sharing a bottle is usually doing so for a specific reason. ]
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( All the rooms are roughly identical, so it's easy to make himself at home, setting his things down on the small desk, and opening the bottle. )
Commiserating, ( he replies, pouring a couple fingers of whiskey for each of them. Bones offers her a glass. ) In a few days, we'll all be transported out once more, and won't see the station for another couple of months.
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[ She hasn't visited anyone else's living quarters yet, so his familiarity with the space mostly comes across as him having been here before rather than any inherent knowledge of the layout.
She does trail him lightly, following him over to the desk while maintaining a careful distance, though not so far that she can't accept the glass from him when he offers it out to her. ]
So this is the calm before the storm. [ She glances into the contents of the glass for a moment, not sipping from it right away. ] These hunts to retrieve the orbs. Have they proven successful?
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I wouldn't go that far.
( McCoy takes a sip of his drink, the whiskey smooth and warm. )
Depends how you measure success. Four orbs have been retrieved; I've been here for the last two. First one I saw fed off the mage it was contracted with, and put an entire country of folks into some kinda magic sleep, a sleep that many of us fell prey to once we got there.
( A thought occurs to him, and he looks ruffled, )
Sorry, haven't introduced myself. Leonard McCoy.
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So it was tethered to a specific person, rather than a place. Did you have to locate a means of severing the connection?
[ Of course she would be more inclined to ask questions before getting around to actual introductions, so it takes him extending one to remind her of something that could constitute as basic manners. ]
Yennefer of Vengerberg. [ Since he'd given her his full address, she does the same, casually shifting the cradle of her drink to rest between both hands. ] And there are still those on this station who have been here since the first orb's discovery?
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Yes, there's still a handful of folks. Viveca keeps records of all the missions, so you can reference those via your earpiece, ( he gives his own a tap, ) but you might try talkin' to a few of the original team. As to your other question–
The orbs have to come willingly, and need to break their contract with the person who's got ahold of them.
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Learning that the inhabitants of the previous one had all been turned into dust, for example, is something she likely needs more substance for. ]
How do we know we're not stealing the orbs from those who have a rightful claim to them?