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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Anyone! Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: On the FLOOT LOOP stations! Or the planet!
When: WHENEVER time is an illusion.

[you know the drill! this is a mingle for the stations floating around the bizarre forest planet, or the forest planet itself!

want to get away from the forest illusions? are you stopping for supplies? were you just really craving a bowl of Floot Loops for some reason? whether you are backdating for pre-planet shenanigans or just want to mess around, this is the post for you!]

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

[if's Fenris has been glowering at people, he might have noticed that Robin's been here for a while... and he doesn't look or act like the other nobodies at the station. he hasn't been causing a scene or anything (it's early in his binge), but he's been chatting quietly with the bartender and a couple of other people and casually downing shots between brightly-colored drinks.

actually, if you do some math, he's... drinking like he doesn't want to live, but maybe he's just got a really fast metabolism or something.

either way, you know that thing where you accidentally make eye contact with someone and then look away really fast and pretend it never happened? Robin doesn't do that. he catches eye contact, gets really curious about the mysterious, glowering guy in the corner, and then gets up to cross the room.

with a little smirk.] Hi, stranger.

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris had, occasionally, allowed his attention to drift back to the other man. He knew that sort of drinking, first hand. When his memories overwhelmed him, when the lack of memories gnawed at the back of his mind like the half shadows that they are, he would gather bottles from Danarius's stockpile and drink until he passed out. Sometimes, it was better than allowing the hurt to reign inside.

He wasn't expecting the guy to make his way over, and sat up a little in his chair, not quite high alert, but somewhere near.]

...Hello.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Hey, relax. I recognize you from the network.

[for someone who's been drinking so much, he has a really good handle on his words... though the wavy little gesture he makes in Fenris' direction seems more on the overly-fluid, tipsy side of things.]

Still new, right? You must have just been put on a ship.

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris doesn't do what most people would call 'relax', but his shoulders settle, at least.]

Yes. I arrived on the Tourist recently.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Tourist, Tourist, let's see... [he looks up at the ceiling, rocking back on his heels.] That loud kid is there, and... Axel, your communications officer, he's pretty skilled. Worth staying on good terms with, since I bet he's a real pain in the ass when he's got a grudge...

[wolfuncaged]

I met the loud one. He seemed to not know or understand a great deal. [Fenris sounds distinctly unimpressed.] I have not met this...Axel, as of yet. I will be wary of him, thank you.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

You're welcome. And, ah... Don't tell him I said anything.

[he almost laughs, the expression sticking in a friendly smile now.]

Can I buy you a drink?

[wolfuncaged]

Your secret is safe with me.

[Fenris is so dry about everything, it's hard to tell if he's joking or not. He considers, for a moment, turning down the offer. But he hasn't accumulated any real money, and he would rather be able to continue drinking. He'd planned to just steal any more drink he needed. This would probably be better. He inclines his head.]

Thank you. [That deserves a name.] I'm Fenris.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he does seem very serious... but like that's ever stopped him in the past.]

I'm Robin. Like the bird.

[he rests his arms on the back of a chair, leaning in...]

What do you like?

[wolfuncaged]

Ah. It is one that lives on Earth, if I remember correctly?

[He grimaces, peering at the Floot Loop concoction he's been drinking.]

I do not suppose they have anything that does not taste like it crawled out of a confectioners?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he makes this disappointed little sound and his smirk is suddenly a frown.]

Everything's always about Earth, isn't it? We have them in Gratia, too...

[and you know what that frown is just going to keep going while he slumps down against the back of the chair, what little allure he had... disappearing with his will to keep himself standing upright.]

And I guess I'll ask. Hold... Whatever thought you might have had, there.

[and! back upright! he's walking away to the bar, but he'll be back.]

[wolfuncaged]

[He gives a shrug.]

It seems to be a popular world. We have plenty of birds in Thedas, just not that particular kind.

[Fenris watches him go, a touch confused. Wow, and he thought HE was touchy.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[touchy? him? (well, yes, but--) he seems fine by the time he walks back, expertly balancing two drinks in one hand and two shots with the other. the drinks are blue. whatever's in the shotglasses are orange. he sets them down with the careful precision that only comes with overcompensating for loss of motor control--already chatting again.]

I got you this one because you're hair is nice. It's conveniently its own chaser. [barely a pause.] The shot, not your hair. I didn't say that well.

[he plops down in a chair next to Fenris, pulls his own drink over, and leans on the table... say goodbye to your alone time, buddy, because you have acquired one (1) Robin for as long as he can get away with it.]

So, what do you think about the Fleet?

[wolfuncaged]

[Ugh comments about his hair. Fenris sinks a little into his chair, it's never a compliment to him, but then again, he's so bad with compliments anyway.]

I will take your word for it. Thank you.

[Maker he is so awkward, years in Kirkwall, and months in Exslilium and his social skills are still awful.]

It is better than being forced into a war zone, though I would still rather be back home.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

You say "thank you" a lot.

[he just... peers at him. swirls his drink around in its glass.]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris watches him for a moment, expecting more.]

Was that a statement or an inquiry?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

If it were an inquiry, would you have anything to say?

[...casually scoots Fenris' drinks closer to Fenris.]

[wolfuncaged]

[He takes the drink and gives a shrug.]

I am simply well mannered.

[He isn't, not really. It's just a hard habit to break, being thankful for the smallest of kindness. He doubts he'll ever be rid of the feeling of unworthiness instilled in him.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Well. [he takes a sip of his drink--still not great, but one of the less obnoxious flavors.] It was mostly just a statement, then.

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris makes a small noise of assent, before sipping his drink. He would have been glad to remain in silence, but this monstrosity needs comment, as he pulls a face.]

Maker, are the drinks on all the stations like this?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Unfortunately, yes. [he looks down at his own, though he doesn't stop smiling.] Though, rumor has it that if you drink enough, you won't mind.

[wolfuncaged]

Yes, the swill in the Hanged Man had the same effect. I believe it was because it slowly destroyed your ability to taste.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Yes. [he looks perhaps a little too enthusiastic about that.] So okay, going backwards. You're new, think it's okay, not as good as home, not as bad as being enlisted as a soldier. This is your second nexus away from home, then?

[wolfuncaged]

[A hundred points for observation, Robin.] Hmm.

We were in space for a time with the Initiative, upon their moon base. It was.. [He pulls a face.] Cramped and unpleasant. Here, at least, we have a little more freedom, albeit a monitored sort.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Moooooon base.

[he really stretches that first word out, recognition slowly dawning over his face while he unpacks something from the overstuffed filing cabinet that is his memory.]

I think a good friend of mine had been in the same place for a while. She's gone now, but... [he tips his glass up onto the edge of its base, the drink coming very close to spilling out over the table. he appears to be completely oblivious of it.] You guys went on missions as part of a resistance movement, right? Not you and her specifically, but you and other people.