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[merchantprince]

Who: Varric
Broadcast: Open a/v on the network.
Action: Anyone on the Marsiva, since he hasn't been shuffled yet.
When: Dec 29th, or so.

[video;]

[The feed, quite frankly, is crap. The communicator's been bumped on midsentence and appears to be capturing video of an empty bunk.]

—e's ass! Where is Bianca?

[There is some mad shuffling offscreen. A door opens, then closes. The shuffling returns, and this time, there is... chest hair? Chest hair. Sorry. He picks up the communicator, examing it and turning it in his hands, and then finally looking straight into the camera.]

I may be the most desirable dwarf in all of Kirkwall, but that doesn't give anyone free pass to kidnap me twice in a row. Come out of hiding, hand over the crossbow, and maybe I'll feel generous enough not to shoot someone in the face on the way out. Maybe.

[His brows knit together. He leans back and rubs at his temple.]

Maker's breath... my head feels like it's full of cotton. Cotton and shit I've never seen before.

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[merchantprince]

Swimming. Spelunking. Human women. That's about it.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[props, man.]

Well, it sounds like any ship would be lucky to have you. I'd make some vague projection about ratings but, hah, no one actually knows how they work.

[merchantprince]

If they're like contest scores, they're two parts subjective and one part made up on the spot.

I'm Varric, by the way. Varric Tethras.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

That sounds about right...

I'm Robin. Like the bird. It's a pleasure.

[merchantprince]

Really? I thought you were going to say, 'like the verb'. That would have been a slightly different conversation.

I might have even asked you what you were, in fact, robbin'.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[PFFT--okay he laughs a lot at that one.]

Hah, I would have had a clever answer for you! The hearts of beautiful women, perhaps...

[merchantprince]

[LAUGHTER ACHIEVED.]

Hah. And what do you do with all those hearts? Sooner or later, you're going to drop one.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Yeah, they do get kind of slippery... [with what is now a very straight face, he holds his hands up... wiggles his fingers, you know, like they're covered in something gross.] But you perhaps underestimate my juggling prowess.

[merchantprince]

[Varric tries to keep a straight face but his lip keeps twitching.]

Does your tragic backstory involve joining a traveling group of entertainers?

[IDK IF THEY HAVE THE CIRCUS IN THEDAS IM SORRY I HAD TO EDIT THIS.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Actually it was stationary. Played at the Stray Dog, three days a week.

[lord he can't help the large grin from spreading across his face.]

My time as a medical professional, though, that was a mobile operation. Much less interesting. A lot more blood, though. More of those hearts I was talking about.

[merchantprince]

[Varric looks mildly impressed.] Nice. So you're a jack of all trades, huh?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Something like that, yes. I like to keep busy.