Tourist Mingle!

[got_it_memorized]

[Well, Tourists, your captain is feeling a little foolish after napping for an entire month. There are a couple of you he's hardly even met yet, so let's have us a mingle and get to know one another. The way-stations don't have a lot of interesting stuff, really, but sometimes putting three not terribly interesting things together makes something awesome. Like s'mores. That's right, everyone, you're all getting a text telling you to drop by the kitchen, where Axel will be tending a little fire. Don't worry, it's magic, so we're not gonna get smoked out. Chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers will be provided, but we don't have any sticks, sorry. Guess you'll have to roast your marshmallows on a fork.

[Come chat, come eat, come glower at merrymaking if you're Fenris.]

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[wolfuncaged]

You've transferred here?

[He glances up at the still floating about confetti. Seems so. The elf gives a soft huff of amusement.]

Did you miss me that much?

[merchantprince]

[He chuckles.]

Maybe a little. The guys on my old ship were all right, but this one girl... well, it's a long story. I know the captain here, too; I figure that's almost as good as jumping back onto the Huntress.

[wolfuncaged]

Funnily enough, Axel was saying a few days ago how he was looking forward to your company. Seems he's got his wish.

[But part of that doesn't sit right with Fenris, and a frown crosses his face.]

Has she given you any trouble?

[Does he need to punch someone? Please say yes, he hasn't punched anyone for a while. ]

[merchantprince]

Now he'll never be rid of me. Good thing, too. He's lacking a dwarf in his life.

[He rubs at his chin and glances away.]

Not exactly. I told her that throwing magic at people without their permission-- even harmless stuff-- was a bad idea. She informed me I had a stick up my ass. I mentioned that the last time I saw a mage refuse to control himself, he killed a bunch of people.

You can see where this is going.

[wolfuncaged]

I'm sure he'll feel the same way.

[Sarcasm? Maybe. Maybe not. Fenris's expression sours considerably at that mention of Anders. To know there's another mage here, flaunting their powers about and using them on people as if it were nothing. ]

Then it would be wise for her to heed your advice, lest she do that to someone considerably less forgiving.

[Like him. ]

Did she hurt you?

[Because if she did, she is on a one way ticket to "Ooops, There Goes My Heart"-sville ]

[merchantprince]

[Varric knew this would get that reaction, which is why he tries to downplay it before Fenris starts getting wild ideas.]

I'm fine. It was harmless, just like a little breeze at my head, but my point stands. I'm worried she'll get on someone's bad side... I mean, I trust you not to hurt a fifteen year old girl, but I don't know everyone in the Fleet anymore.

And who knows what else she can do. If she decides to set someone's mustache on fire or something... well.

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris was, indeed, gearing up for some prime overreacting. Of course, Varric had to go and say that and take the edge away from his anger. Instead, he gives a frustrated part-sigh-part-growl, folding his arms. ]

Then she brought it on herself. If she can't control her abilities, then she's an accident waiting to happen.

[And this is exactly why the Circles need to exist. He doesn't voice this, though. He knows Varric's stance on that, and bringing it up again will do little to change the dwarf's mind. ]

[merchantprince]

That's the rub, she claims all magic is controlled on her world. After what this place has pulled? I seriously doubt it.

[He summons a bottle of whiskey out of the inside of his jacket.]

Anyway, now you know why I packed up. I figured there was less risk of me waking up with my chest hair on fire.

Drink? I know it's not your usual, but I haven't had the best of luck finding wine lately. [Damn dusty moon.]

[wolfuncaged]

Please That sounds like an excuse if ever I heard one.

[Fucking mages and their lies to make them look better. ]

Not unless the plant boy does something foolish, no.

[Like Fenris will ever turn down a drink. ]

At least it can't be as terrible as that Froot Loops concoction.

[merchantprince]

[Varric agrees, but he's quieter about it. Maybe the Circle wasn't the best option, but there's nothing wrong with mentors and guides. Maybe if someone had kept a closer watch on Anders... god, maybe Varric could've prevented all that. He... isn't sure. It's a dark road, that.]

Plant boy?

[There's no cups handy, but Varric is fine with taking a drink straight out of the bottle and passing it to Fenris. It's been that kind of week. He winces as the fire goes down.]

It tastes like it was brewed in the Viscount's bathtub. At least it isn't watered down.

[wolfuncaged]

I forget his name, you will no doubt see him eventually. He is actually made of plants. But apparently not a demon?

[He's not 100% sure on that one. But hey, drinking out of the bottle is what he does on the regular, so he'll swig. He's less bothered by the fire, but that's what solving your problems with alcohol (and violence) does to you. ]

At least it isn't as potent as water.

[Look, he'll even hand it back. ]

[merchantprince]

[Varric is surprised he's getting the booze back, so he takes another drink.]

Like the girl with magic who isn't a mage?

[And he passes it back.]

At some point this place will stop surprising me.

[wolfuncaged]

So it seems. Yes.

[He gives a soft, annoyed huff. ]

That, I doubt. Exsilium always found a way to surprise me, and this place is no different.

...Except that I don't have to go into any more time machines.

[Because seriously, fuck time machines. ]

[merchantprince]

[He pulls a face.]

Thank the Maker. I have enough misadventures as it is without throwing time travel into it.

[OH VARRIC, WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW.................]

[wolfuncaged]

It is a miserable thing to do. I do not recommend it.

[Sorry, Varric. It sucks. ]