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[She switches on the video function of her device knowingly this time, as she climbs the stairs to a relatively quiet deck. It's daylight, and the moment she steps foot outside, she flinches; not that she believes in divination, but those fucking fortune fish were right.]

Ugh. Sun. [She squints and shields her eyes with one hand.]

Hello - I hear there are people who've newly joined our journey due east. I'd say welcome, but the circumstances of us meeting for the first time will never be better. Take it from experience. [The way she scrunches her nose here has little to do with the sun glinting in her eyes and more with the experience of circumstances.]

Anyway. My name's Hermione Granger, I come from a world where the planet I inhabit is called Earth, and the country I come from is called England. [A pause.] I am also a witch. It's not a thing we broadcast in my world, what with the rules about secrecy and not wanting non-magical users to know witches exist, but I figure when in Rome...

[ANYWAY 2.0] Tell me about yourselves. [She goes to turn the video off in wait, but it still catches the last mutter:] Bloody hell, I need a hat.

[ooc; NOTE ON TIMING: backdate this to before the plot rolls start, please.]
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( toward the evening, in a lackadaisical manner, Licyn tackles his immense dislike of magic, which is what these searing pendants are, to offer up...

... not terribly much, but he has to start somewhere, being off contract and not able to speak with those who he might contract with in order to get back to whatever disaster Rillin was left facing. therefore:
)

Evenin', loves. Had myself a bit of a gander between the ships, in all the chaos we've been up to or trying not to die of. Noticed a few things. Not sure if they're telling anything more interesting than mermaids and cursed seas and wailing dead and a whale of an island swimming off, so here we are.

( his smile is practically audible now. )

Our lovely lady Pariah is so new you can smell the paint and oil of her finishing. Meanwhile, a certain scent I've encountered before is lurking around on our adoring matron the Queen Zanyra. Any of you familiar with drugs taken to calm the mind and set you dreaming? Our Queen is lightly taken to the flower dreams.

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