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( video ; un: pavus )

[ The feed turns on and there's a smiling face pictured on the screen. While Dorian might not be the most comfortable with all this technology, he's faking it until he makes it. That's the only way he knows how. ]

Hello, out there! For those of you that aren't aware, my name is Dorian Pavus. For those of you that are— [ he smiles, oh so charmingly ] I'm positive it's lovely to see me again.

Introductions aside, I do have a motive for coming here today. I know some of us had a rather... [ and he's putting this so lightly ] unfortunate trip down to Oros and are still feeling the effects of it. Or, perhaps even unrelated ailments may be weighing you down. Whatever the case may be, I am here to offer my services.

[ Ahem. ]

Of a sort.

[ Leaning out of the frame for a moment, he comes back with a small try of a few potted plants and differently colored vials. ]

I've been doing a bit of additional research with the plants and such from Oros and those here aboard the ship. Some results have been... interesting. [ He taps the cork of a vial containing hot pink liquid in it. ] This one in particular was quite something.

[ Not that he's going to share what happened but suffice to say it was something new and interesting for him. ]

At any rate, my fellow travellers, I have a request among my offer. First, there are tonics available to those who need them for minor aches and pains, sleeping issues and so on. I'm a healer by no means but do know enough of it [ his hand lifts and a tendril of blue green mist curls around his finger before disappearing into sparks ] to get by.

Secondly! And perhaps a little more importantly, these. [ A gesture to the things in front of him again. ] Some are untested and I'm not positive what they'll do, so, I wanted to cast my net a little wider and see if there were any fellow researchers or those of that ilk to try some of these tonics and plants to... [ he trails off then just shrugs with another easy smile ] Well, just see what they do. If you've any interest at all, do be in touch!

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[ Truthful. Cullen's tired of lies. ]

Nothing new troubles me. I've found it difficult to sleep in this place, though given how strange it is, perhaps that is not surprising.

[ He's nothing if not adventurous, and if Dorian made it, surely it cannot be that bad. Can it? ]

I will try the latter. If it makes me ill, however, I will not seek another.

[ Lies aren't fun. Little white ones are sometimes, though... ]

It is a bit strange, isn't it? Not being able to be outside or even open a window if it becomes too stuffy. Going to the atrium is nice, but it isn't quite the same.

[ AKA: he understands. ]

At any rate, I'll happily lend an untested sample or two for you to try along with a sleeping draught. If you become ill at all, alert me immediately no matter the time.

[ He doesn't say, but Cullen is an intelligent man and can likely put it together that this particular draught has been tested. ]

[ There's a faint but noticeable tightening of Cullen's lips as Dorian talks about being trapped indoors. The ship is large and the atrium simulates the outdoors well enough that he is capable of forgetting where they are. But if he thinks about it too long he starts to feel trapped inside skin three sizes too small and like he's going to start screaming. ]

You can count on that.

[ Alerting him to illness, Cullen means. He's hardly one to keep quiet when he's irritated. And trust that he would be if Dorian's concoctions made him sick. ]

When would you like to get started?

[ It wouldn't be his fault!! Not really. Okay, well it would be a little bit. But it's not the ideal situation and he'll be able to fix it immediately!

Hopefully. ]

Whenever you see fit! I would prefer you begin with the sleeping draught first since I am relatively certain on that outcome. Then move on to whichever may strike your fancy!

Very well. I'll try the sleeping draught first.

[ At least that should have effects Cullen expects and might benefit from. ]

Experiments aside, how does your research fare?

[ Dorian makes a note on the pad nearby of what to bring back with him to pass on to Cullen later. Then he's looking back at the screen with a bright sort of smile. ]

Rather well! Admittedly, everything here is taking some getting used to and their methods of running tests are... unusual to me. However, I'm typically left alone to do as I wish and can find little to complain about. [ He pauses for a beat and taps a finger against his chin. ] Except that it is terribly cold in here. I will never understand why that is such a large preference.

[ Because, hey, he's not Dorian if he's not complaining about something! ]

Do you truly find it so?

[ In all honesty, Cullen really hasn't given much thought to the temperature. He hasn't been uncomfortable with that, at least. There's too much else to occupy his thoughts. ]

Perhaps I could acquire more suitable garments for you in repayment of the sleeping draughts?

[ Because Cullen's blood is thicker and more robust!! It's used to colder temperatures where Dorian's is far more suited to warmer. ]

Oh? [ He grins oh so bright. ] Looking to purchase my clothes for me, are you? [ He has visions of that furred ruff in his head. ] I do admit to more than a passing curiosity as to what you would dress me in, Cullen.

[ His tone might be a little more flirtatious with that than usual. Whatever, fight him. ]

[ Plaidweave. Yards and yards of plaidweave. And fur. And leather. He's Fereldan. They don't understand fashion. ]

Is that so? [ One of his eyebrows arch. He hears that flirtatious tone and rises to the bait. ] If you wish that curiosity sated, simply say the word and it shall be.

[ He's not giving hints. ]

[ So, basically, Cullen is seeking to be down one friend.

Dorian makes a show of thinking this over, pursing his lips, rubbing the small patch of hair on his chin, his gaze cast to the side and a click of his tongue. ]

All right. [ he looks back at the screen and holds a finger up in the air; ] On the condition I may return this particular [ . . . ] favor.

[ He's under no idea that this is actually a favor. ]

[ The second eyebrow joins the first. That's a counter offer he hadn't been expecting. ]

Do you take issue with my manner of dress, Magister Pavus?

[ Oh so coolly asked. Though it's slightly ruined by the undercurrent of amusement in his voice. ]

[ Well, he should have been expecting it. All the shit Dorian's given him over the years about that stupid furry thing. ]

I hadn't realized I'd been keeping that a secret, Commander.

[ Dorian, on the other hand, is just wholly amused by the whole thing and smiling in his own little smug way. ]

[ Oh, it's no secret. He's well aware of how little regard Dorian holds for his style of dress. ]

What was that? You prefer your garments trimmed in fur?

[ To be fair, Cullen shouldn't take it personally. Dorian complains a lot about how people dress! ( Which is ridiculous because look at what he wears. ) ]

You tease, but it is acceptable in certain cases.

Indeed it is.

[ The way he smirks suggests that Dorian's going to find a wealth of fur-trimmed garments at his disposal soon enough. ]

Fortunately, you'll soon not be unprepared for such circumstances.

[ Dorian just gives Cullen a Very Flat Look for a few passing seconds before he sighs. ]

That isn't an open invitation to laden me with furry accoutrements, you realize!

[ Too late! The open invitation has been accepted in advance! ]

I realize nothing of the sort. I do believe that courtesy dictates you accept what gifts you're given.

[ That wasn't an invitation!!!

Dorian makes a disgusted sort of noise and rolls his eyes. ...Then there's a devious sort of spark in his eyes and his grin is sharper at the edge. ]

And I wholly expect you to remember exactly that, Cullen Rutherford.

[ He sees that look and isn't fooled in the slightest. ]

Please don't procure anything too outlandish.

[ As he shouldn't be. Dorian just hums in reply at first. ]

Tit for tat, I'm afraid.

[ Well, this is war then. Cullen leans forward slightly, closer to Dorian's image. ]

Challenge accepted.

[ It's a war he's never going to win. Not against someone like Dorian. ]

When shall we make the exchange?

[ He might not win, but he's not backing down. ]

Whenever you're ready.

[ Good to know he rises to the challenge... ]

A day from now, then. Let's see how quickly you can get something suitable.

[ Every time. ]

Very well. Mission accepted.

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