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driftfleet2016-02-06 05:39 pm
theirinurpants) wrote in driftfleet2016-02-06 05:39 pm
002; action;
Who: Alistair and anyone who wants to get shitfaced.
Broadcast: Nope.
Action: Varric's bar on the Iskaulit.
When: Tonight. All night. PONY UP.
WARNING: Depending on how conversations go, drunk!Alistair may make vague references to child neglect/abuse, or possibly dubiously consensual sex. Other topics might include violence and extreme daddy issues. Let me know if you want me to specifically avoid any of that!
[ For all intents and purposes, Alistair feels utterly alone. Sure, there are several people in the fleet who know him, but he doesn't seem to know any of them, and so it's weird. And if he's being honest with himself, he was feeling pretty lonely well before he got here. All of the friends he made during the Blight, when they were all on the road together, pretty much left after it ended, after his coronation. Even Amell ran off somewhere with Leliana, leaving him to the tender mercies of his uncle, his late brother's widow, and the rest of the Fereldan nobility.
He's been keeping up a cheerful face - he doesn't really know how to do anything else - but what with being here, learning about things he probably shouldn't have learned about, and having a little bit of money from - somewhere, he's finally just. Showed up to the bar. Varric's is the closest thing to familiar he can find, so he's drinking whatever ale his money can buy. And he's not stopping until the money runs out or he is insensible on the floor. ]
Another. Please.
Broadcast: Nope.
Action: Varric's bar on the Iskaulit.
When: Tonight. All night. PONY UP.
WARNING: Depending on how conversations go, drunk!Alistair may make vague references to child neglect/abuse, or possibly dubiously consensual sex. Other topics might include violence and extreme daddy issues. Let me know if you want me to specifically avoid any of that!
[ For all intents and purposes, Alistair feels utterly alone. Sure, there are several people in the fleet who know him, but he doesn't seem to know any of them, and so it's weird. And if he's being honest with himself, he was feeling pretty lonely well before he got here. All of the friends he made during the Blight, when they were all on the road together, pretty much left after it ended, after his coronation. Even Amell ran off somewhere with Leliana, leaving him to the tender mercies of his uncle, his late brother's widow, and the rest of the Fereldan nobility.
He's been keeping up a cheerful face - he doesn't really know how to do anything else - but what with being here, learning about things he probably shouldn't have learned about, and having a little bit of money from - somewhere, he's finally just. Showed up to the bar. Varric's is the closest thing to familiar he can find, so he's drinking whatever ale his money can buy. And he's not stopping until the money runs out or he is insensible on the floor. ]
Another. Please.
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[ He makes a face and takes another swig of his drink. ]
Sorry, I'm being rude, aren't I? Haven't even introduced myself. Alistair. I'm Alistair.
[ And then he finally, really looks at her. ]
...And you're blue.
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[ a joke? hard to tell with this one and her unchanging expression - brows still furrowed slightly in a look of confusion and maybe mild concern for the man before her. ]
It is a pleasure, Alistair. [ a small smile and a bow of her head. ] You are a part of the Fleet, yes? I feel as if I have seen your face before. Though I know we have not spoken before now.
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[ He smiles faintly, hoping for a little of his charm to win through. ]
I've only been here a couple weeks. Don't feel bad.
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[ it takes more than 'you're blue' to offend her, and she knows he's probably hilariously drunk and just... talking. ]
We can speak now, if you would not mind it. It looks as if you could use the company.
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[ Of course, then he leans in, almost conspiratorially. ]
They made me king. I didn't even want to be king.
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They made you a king against your will? How is that possible?
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[ He would've felt guilty for saying no, with Eamon and Amell and everyone telling him he should do it, that he was the only one who could. ]
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