What we need more of is science. wait. no. paladins.

[jossed]

[Last thing she remembers is being in a bunker in Icecrown with Major Lightwalker talking her ear off like he was a giddy little schoolgirl, and wasn't that charming. She'd shovel a lot of Nieodemus' emotional shit if it meant she kept getting to sleep in the officers' quarters, because they were a bit less cold than what most of the Ashen Verdict

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[g_westmarch]

[Here. Have a human with a plate of paaaancakes and a conveniently empty chair. He waves.]

Hewwo!

[It is difficult to talk while eating a pancake. :|]

[jossed]

[Oh god warm breakfast. In this moment she looks a little bit like she's died and walks in Paradise.]
… Where did you get those? Holy Light I am so sick of hardtack.

[g_westmarch]

[He swallows and almost chokes himself but doesn't yay.]

Mage made them! THANK YOU ELFMAN.

[This last part is called across the room at a young blood elf and accompanied by a wave. The mage doesn't seem to notice.]

We don't have a lot of food, actually.

[He smiles, a bit guilty. Well, sharing will help with the shortages, right?]

Do you want some of these? The ones- I haven't bitten any of the ones on the bottom.

[No, really! The bottom few are intact. Ooooo have some~~]

Pretend I have a smiley icon! I haven't drawn it yet.

[jossed]

[Her gaze flicks toward the sin'dorei mage. Oh, they're conjured. Still, they're pancakes, and what's a little mana here and there, right?
She's not addicted, she can stop any time.]
No? I'm used to pretty meager rations at any rate. I'm sure I'll survive.
[When she speaks Common, she's got a slight tinge of a Lordaeranian accent under the usual Thalassian lilt.
She returns his smile, eyes flickering with gratitude as the paladin takes the seat opposite.]
You're generous to offer. If you're sure you wouldn't mind?
[Like she's really going to wait for permission to reach across the table and grab the rim of the plate.]

[nashrath]

Oh. Awesome.

[She begins rattling off facts in a bored tone.]

Hello and welcome to the Prison of Time where unlucky saps like you end up and never leave. Don't go outside, the food is rationed, don't taunt the supervillains. I'm Nashrath, feel free not to talk to me if you have any questions.

[jossed]

[Oh hey, a bald (?) snarky orc shaman. This she can handle! Everything said shaman is actually saying to her, not so much!]
… Prison of Time?
[Joss just blinks once or twice at this.]

[nashrath]

You are in the Caverns of Time. Right now. That's where you are. You can't get out. Live with it.

[This is said in about the same tone, but a little more condescending.]

[jossed]

But I didn't do anything!
[She sounds like she's about twelve years old at this point.]

I mean - I don't get why they're interested.

[dragonfails]

[A morose-looking but still highly awesome and sexy human looks up blearily from where he has face-planted in on a table.]

Everyone's dead, Dave.

[jossed]

It's, uh, it's Joss, actually.
[She kind of stares at him for a few moments, planting her calloused hands on the corners of the table he's slumped over, one brow lifted in a mixture of curiosity and bewilderment.]

[dragonfails]

[The human pries his head off the tabletop.]

I don't know either. Hi.

[And then - thump - back on the table. WOE.]

[jossed]

[Well aren't we just a bucket of sunshine. She does actually smirk a little at the way he just sort of thunks back down on the tabletop. She straightens up a little, still sort of perching there.]

Well, you said it.
[She kind of shrugs down at him, tone playfully accusatory.]
Hi.

[darknessb4me]

[jossed]

You!
[Oh man, if she'd just taken the time to suit up -! As it is, she's unarmed and is visibly trying to restrain herself from doing much more than spitting pronouns at the Traitor Prince.]

[darknessb4me]

Me.

[We are unimpressed. Let's see, blood elf. Probably here to whine about her family. Oh, you killed my mother/brother/cousin/daughter/king! Oh no. The tragedy.]

[jossed]

[Father, actually, but good guess!
She actually manages to stop frothing at the mouth for a few seconds, just to gape at him.]
But - but - how are you here? You're in Icecrown. We're in your -
[Oh, don't say the obvious thing -]
We just opened the way into Frostwyrm Lair! You can't be here, you're there!
[Why is it that the Bronze Flight give her headaches whenever they pop up?]