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Arrival Log & A Network Transmission

WHO: The Iron Bull (

theirondragon) and you
WHERE: The Fountain
WHAT: Arrival
WHEN: Saturday - Afternoon
WARNINGS: Bull is Bull, will warn as necessary.

The disorientation wore off faster than he would have thought possible. Looking around the place, it was kind of a shit hole, truth be told, but a vaguely familiar one. He couldn't quite put his finger on it as he stood, casting an intimidating shadow of muscles and horns, but the place just felt like he'd seen it before. It was like a dream, though, fleeting and dodgy any time he tried to focus on it. Instead, he followed his gut, which was telling him to touch that shiny thing over there. It was a weird dichotomy, honestly. His gut said to touch it, and his instinct told him it was probably magic or some other technological weird crap and that it would probably do something to him.

He touched it. His instincts were right. Agrii sounded familiar, too, and in that weird, half-dream sense as much as what the orb shoved into his head. That wasn't weird. That had happened a lot, he was pretty sure of it, but the big guy still shook his head, a hand on his forehead.

"Shit."

It was a lot, alright?

\\NETWORK - later\\

[The video feed comes on to show a grey-skinned man with sharp features, dark stubble, a scarred face with a fetching leather eyepatch (well, it at fetching according to at least one person who mattered), and what looked to be some hefty horns coming off his head. It was hard to tell their size from the feed, but they were definitely there.

He grins at the feed before he speaks, but it's a casual, good-natured thing. His voice is deep, too, earthy and rough. He speaks slowly like he has all the time in the world.]

Hey, folks. I just showed up, but I get the idea that's happened to a lot of you guys. I'm The Iron Bull. Any tips for the new guy? I'm open to all of it. Why don't we start with where to get a drink?

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He chuckled at that, but nodded.

"I'm not promising perfection, but I can take down some beasts for food if I need to. Count me in."

"SCore," Tommy grinned, and then he darted forward, gone in a silver-white blur until he was at the door of the diner and waving to Bull. With a tigertuber in each hand. When did he steal those from the basket?

"Gonna start baking these! Catch up!"

Catch up, the kid said. He blinked, shaking his head and trying to piece together the last place he saw the guy before he took off like that. Cole had a similar habit of just appearing and disappearing, but that was something you got used to. Hell, maybe he'd get used to this one, too.

The Diner took a little longer to find than the Bull'd anticipated, but he'd lost his guide. It gave him the time to take in the place, though he was pretty sure those weird potatoes would already be baked by the time he stepped inside.

"Hey, Hasty. You still around?"

Yeah, he'd get used to Tommy. There really wasn't a choice in that matter. Tommy was just too around to not get there. The good thing about it was that it wasn't like the diner was too far away. And sure enough there was heat in the building, and the building savory scent of something being cooked.

"Of course I'm still around. Gotta clean and put those tubers away. Maybe get some roasted as a light lunch for people today," he called from the back.

There weren't actually many things the Bull couldn't get used to, speedsters included. Evidently, once upon a time, he'd gotten used to being a space ship captain, so that was a thing. Granted, someone very important to him had been here at the same time. That...helped. Now? Now he just had memories to support him. It would be more work.

"Yeah, okay. You need a hand roasting the weird potatoes?"

"I mean, yeah," Tommy grinned and gestured for the guy to approach with the basket. He pointed toward the sink they had set up. "Scrub those just a little, get the soil off of them."

Then he could teach Bull how to wrap them in the fragrant leaves in here to give a better taste."

It was a task the Bull took to easily and he followed Tommy's direction, moving to the sink and getting to work.

"Sounds good." It was interesting simply because all the buildings here were, well, him-sized. It made moving around and getting the work done much easier. "So, what do you do around here when you're not harvesting food?"

"Not much. When we first got to this planet, the food needed managed. Because of what I am, and what I can do, I require a lot more food than other people," Tommy said, and he was starting a fire in the oven before moving to collect the leaves he needed and some forks. "Figured it would be unfair for me to eat all that food and not, you know, make sure other people are fed too. Though I'm also trying to learn how to do electrical work."

"And you, what, started a farm? I've heard of worse ideas." The kid moved around so fast it sent the Bull's head reeling trying to keep up with him, so instead he decided to look around the place, get an idea of where the other exits were, and a feel for how often people came and went for the place. It was something solid to focus on.

"We, huh? How long have you been here?"

"Didn't start a farm," Tommy answered as he considered and then took out a few other things to season the tubers with. "The greenhouse was already there. I just tend it. People who work there aren't always the ones that stick around the longest. So I'm like, the only one that's been there from the start, 'cept Lance. Though I transplant other things."

Because people needed as much difference in their diets. And Tommy was coming to learn how to handle some of that shit.

"Uh, years I guess. I was with the first crew the Agrii brought in."

"So, this place came with a greenhouse, huh?" It was starting to sound more and more like something that was planned, or maybe this place had been a frontier settlement for the Agrii before they'd come along. He still didn't have enough information to go on, but he was collecting it, committing it to memory. You never knew when things would be important and when they wouldn't after all.

"Years, huh?" That was slightly disconcerting, but he could roll with it. He couldn't shake the feeling this was all more familiar than it should have been, but that could be the blame of the shiny ball he touched when he showed up here. Weird magic/technology crap. "Food's a good place to start, though. It keeps people centered, so good on you." He watched the spices and seasonings Tommy was gathering, too. It definitely wouldn't hurt to know what things tasted like. "So, your first memory's of this place, right? The Agrii brought you here, not...somewhere else?" It was an awkward question, definitely, but one that was necessary. He couldn't shake the feeling he'd been in a situation like this before, but not like this and he needed to determine if he was the only one.

“Damn right it did. I expect that the Agrii used it to have fresh food out of season.”

Maybe it was more environmentally friendly than big agro-farms. Tommy really didn’t know. Farming back home wasn’t something he knew much about. Still, he put his full attention on Bull for a moment to consider the question.

“Yeah, definitely here. Agrii only ever brought people here. Though I’m told the ships we use, those used to belong to the Fleet. The Agrii brought us because they saw those ships, and the people originally on them, on some evil reality TV show run by some evil aliens called the Atroma. There are still a few of those fleet people around here. Not many, but they are around.”

It made sense, and it suggested the Agrii spent enough time here to adapt to the changing climate season to season. It begged the question of why they wanted them to rebuild it in the first place, and exactly what purpose helping them out here served.

It also served to bring back those haunted half-memories he had of a similar situation. They could only have originated in a place outside of Thedas, and he was starting to think it was here, but not here.

"Yeah. I...remember the Atroma." He breathed a sigh, crossing his arms across his massive chest. "And the Fleet."

Well, this was their home, right? Of course they wanted to rebuild it. Home matters, right?

"Then that makes you like the older ones," Tommy noted. "There ain't many older ones left around yet. The Agrii brought in more people to try and help them like the Atroma's show sometimes 'helped' worlds."

He nodded. It was even a sentiment he could get behind, helping other peoples across the galaxy. He'd thrown in with the idea before, even if it had been for entertainment.

"Yeah, okay. So, if we're supposed to be helping them, where are they?"

"They can't live on the planet. The storms that happen here, they can kill the Agrii," Tommy said as he finished scrubbing the last leaf and gathered the cleaned Tigertubers to wrap them. "I've seen it happen to Ga Re. She immediately collapsed and got really sick. I thought she was going ot die."

"Wait. So, the storms kill them, huh?" That got him frowning. "What do they do to us?" It sounded like magic, and that just got his hackled raised. He didn't have a huge problem with magic in general, but it sounded like some weird crap they might want to steer clear of.

"Bingo," Tommy answered. "For us, it's just a lack of powers if you have them. Like, I can't go fast, and my body isn't as durable. Electronics also shut down."

Not that Bull necessarily knows what electronics are.

He knew enough to know they were the things that kept the lights on around here. Nodding, he looked thoughtful.

"Do they know what causes 'em? It sounds like a bad idea to settle on a planet with storms that kill you if you've got a choice."

Hey, that was knowing a lot more than Tommy would have expected him to.

"Nope. That's part of our problem here. Our job is to make it so the Agrii can come back here, come home. But we can't do that until we figure out what causes the storms and stop it. Because they weren't always here. So we've got to figure that out first."

So yeah, he's not sure what the answer to any of it was.

"Right." It wouldn't be accurate to claim the Bull wasn't a problem solver. That's sort of what the Chargers did, but normally they did that with their fists instead of their brains.

"Everybody's working on that?"

Everybody working on that? Tommy actually laughs, shaking his head.

"There are people who think that helping the Agrii is a bad idea. So they don't. Sometimes we help them, try to figure out things, like with Sh'Ka. But that's it."

"Why would helping them be a bad thing, unless they aren't really helping us help them, if you know what I mean."

Conspiracy theories were often just that, but sometimes...sometimes they held water.

"Some people don't trust that the Agrii are the victims here," Tommy answered with a shrug. "All they care about is getting home too."

But Tommy's a hero, so he cares about helping these people. But the best way he can do that is by helping everyone else too.

"Yeah, I can understand that." The Bull hadn't been here long and already wanted to get back to Thedas. "But most of the time, it's not a big conspiracy. Thing are usually what they seem to be, or at least pretty close to it." Maybe the Agrii didn't need as much help as they suggested, but that didn't mean they didn't need help.

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