[It's hot and miserable and cramped in this blasted space. And though he accommodations could be worse, and the company more so, it's difficult for Astarion not to find something to whine about eventually. Let's be real.
It's boredom during this long and continuous travels, with the scenery never seeming to change. But boredom, at least, he can redirect. Where you at in here, March? He approaches.]
Hello, darling. Have a moment? I need some help with something.
[Not exactly fine dining at all, no, but Astarion at least doesn't have to worry about that. Enjoy your MREs while he uses his boyfriend as a capri sun.
But that's neither here nor there. He waves her forward, a bit impatiently, then spins on a heel to make his way to the middle of the vehicle. And then, he points up.
To a hatch in the ceiling.]
I think we should do a bit of... weapons maintenance.
[March may recall that there is literally a mounted gun up there. Uh oh.]
Then all the more reason to familiarize yourself, no?
[Astarion, just looking for a reason to have fun and maybe stir up a little harmless(?) trouble, hops up onto the hanging ladder that leads up to the hatch, as though expecting she will follow.]
If we're attacked and we need you to man the gun, we can't have you panicking, March.
Oh, but I can see it. [Waggles a hand through the air as he clings to the ladder with his free one, head tilted up as to envision it.] "Oh, Astarion, if only I had listened to you and practiced with the turret! I might know how to fire bullets from the blasted thing!"
[Heh.]
Danger comes in many forms, my dear. Best to be prepared in every way possible.
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armored campervans shenanigans.
It's boredom during this long and continuous travels, with the scenery never seeming to change. But boredom, at least, he can redirect. Where you at in here, March? He approaches.]
Hello, darling. Have a moment? I need some help with something.
[This is probably fine.]
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[ She's just finishing up an MRE, it's fine. It's not exactly fine dining here, unfortunately. She really should have packed way more snacks. ]
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But that's neither here nor there. He waves her forward, a bit impatiently, then spins on a heel to make his way to the middle of the vehicle. And then, he points up.
To a hatch in the ceiling.]
I think we should do a bit of... weapons maintenance.
[March may recall that there is literally a mounted gun up there. Uh oh.]
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... Um, I'm not exactly an expert at guns--
[ Hello?? ]
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[Astarion, just looking for a reason to have fun and maybe stir up a little harmless(?) trouble, hops up onto the hanging ladder that leads up to the hatch, as though expecting she will follow.]
If we're attacked and we need you to man the gun, we can't have you panicking, March.
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I'll have you know, I'm used to a bunch of dangerous situations at this point!!
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[Heh.]
Danger comes in many forms, my dear. Best to be prepared in every way possible.
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[ blithely. ]