Who; Dorian Pavus and Alleyana Lavellan
What; Just home things
Where; Casa Inquisition a.k.a. Skyhold II
When; May 22nd? Afternoon? Sure...
Warnings; Possible (read probable) discussions of abuse, injury, and maybe other things. I'll update if I need to.

( No, but really. No one has ever written a song to cover this crap )

Action

[Waking up in a cocoon was one of those terrifying situations Dr. Flug never wanted to experience. Yet here he was, experiencing it. He squirmed and flailed until his face met the cold hard ground of the cave before he took account of his possessions. None of these things were on him when he went to sleep last. Okay. Take a deep breath and focus. The doctor made his way out of the cave and too the magazine stand. He listened carefully to the message and made sure to grab triplicate copies of all given materials. He would need to make notes, after all.

He was in a strange dimension and had no idea how he got here or how to get back. This was almost a little too on the nose for him but he would deal. He could do this. After all, he knew how to find a job. That would be easy, especially with his resume. He sat against the magazine stand and got to reading. Might as well give each thing a quick run through before he set out to find work.]

Video

[After reading all the materials available, Dr. Flug moved to make his video. He set the phone up against a rock and hit the record button. Just the tiniest corner of his bag could be seen before it ducked away and he stood up, center in frame. He waved at the camera before he spoke.]

H-Hello, people of this world. My name is Dr. Flug. I've just arrived and have gone through the introductory materials for this plane of existence. My first priority is finding work, it seems. And so, I'd like to apply for any open positions.

I have a Ph.D in Mad Sciences with a focus in Research, Development, and Engineering. I've worked at Black Hat Incorporated for some time so I have experience in the Evil Scientist role. I graduated near top of my class from M.I.T and finished my Ph.D at the University of Villainy in Detroit. I am also working on my second Ph.D right now in Molecular Monster Physics with a project concerning the creation of monsters through genetic splicing experiments.

...It's going well so far?

Anyway. I have a vast knowledge of the Mad Sciences and I'm not afraid of doing grunt work. If I sound like a qualifies candidate, please contact me. Or if you know of any open positions in the city, please let me know.

Thank you.

[He nods to the camera and moves back to turn off the camera.]

[Ildikó hasn’t made it this far in life panicking and not paying attention and so, when she wakes up in what it seems like a fancy metal coffin, her only reaction is a mild irritation. After confirming that she still has most of her weapons, the woman studies the information handled to her and checks her surroundings to confirm this is not a familiar land. Oh well, weirdest things had happened. When Ildikó finally decides to give the communicator a try, she turns it on while holding it upside down and muttering to himself.]

This looks like the kind of trinket the alchemist’s guild would have a field day with, how do you even…? Oh!

[The device is flipped when Ildikó realizes that she’s been holding it upside down and her face comes to view. Two of her arms are crossed under her chest, the other gesticulates around and the fourth is holding the communicator. Why, yes, there are fourth of them. She also carries a khopesh sword and a lot of smaller weapons that aren't so noticeable]

I need a stiff drink, a proper explanation, and some company. Not necessary in that order. [She could really go for a smoke too and this is the sort of situation that makes her wish she didn’t quit years ago.] Has anyone here seen my mother? Old hag with white hair, white and wrinkly skin, a scar on her lip and the charming personality of a wet cat. Might be drinking herself to death in some tavern.

[She loves her mom, really. This is just how they interact, constantly.]

And girls…[She’s addressing her mercenary team in case the Atheris can see this.] If this is some sort of joke like that one time where we all got black-out drunk after Miarialle’s wedding…First, I thank you not at least leaving me with my clothes on this time. And second...you better get your asses moving and come pick me up or I’m going to be very displeased.

[The video clicks on, and there’s Jacques, back straight and classy as ever in his new suit, hands clasped behind his back..]

Good Evening.

As you may have heard, I have recently stepped down from pursuing the Schnee Company at my daughter’s request and allowed it to be passed on to my son, Whitley. I hope that you’ll treat him with the same respect and admiration you all showed for Weiss.

Now, I know there were some misgivings about my behavior when I first arrived, and I am truly sorry for the way I acted. I was very stressed and my actions were naive, immature, and in only my own interests instead of anyone else’s. I apologize and hope that you’ll look past that awful first impression. I would like to see this world prosper, and I believe I have found a way.

[He plasters on the most politician smile you can imagine here.]

I have elected to run for the Guardian position in Attleton. I firmly believe that I can implement change that is beneficial to everyone, not only in Attleton but even to Genessia as a whole to some extent. I encourage everyone to take a look at my application and reach out with any questions or concerns you may have.

Thank you for your time, and remember to vote for Schnee, the finest of them all.