first one to make that doctor who joke loses

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

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[ofkirkwall]

[ Hard not to feel awkward now taking a spare stick to poke at the fire, their source of warmth in the growing night. Emotional talks and Hawke have never truly meshed well, likely because she does everything in her power to avoid them - avoids talking about Bethany, about Leandra, about Carver, about Malcolm, about how read she was to throw herself into death's maw, about the nightmares that still haunt her sleep.

This? It's on a different scale but still... awkward. Something says she shouldn't be glad whatever he had ended, because that is frankly a horribly selfish thing to be glad about. But part of her is, just as it is glad for his awkward way of telling her he's happy she is here and he still... well things that weren't said before they left Exsillium are still there. Not said, but there.

Hawke exhales, fixes a smile upon her face, and turns to look at him fondly. ]

I see your ability to express yourself is still lacking. [ Ah, but she adores him for it. ] Thank you, yes thank you. For being glad and for remembering me.

[ Turning her head back to the fire Hawke laughs. ]

You know it's funny, I was scared I wouldn't be remembered. That the Hawke you all would remember wasn't me.

[wolfuncaged]

In that regard, I doubt I will ever change.

[His lips lift into a small smile, a touch shy, perhaps, but mostly happy. Content. This may be a difficult conversation, but he's not sad he's having it. Not at all.]

...I'm starting to believe it would be impossible to forget you at all. I-

[He hesitates, then closes his eyes with a sigh. It's totally not an angsty broody sigh at all nope. ]

Honestly, if I were to have a choice between going home and forgetting you or remaining here, I think I would choose the later.

[Thedas is so fucked up anyway and it's not like he even LIKES his Hawke. ]

[ofkirkwall]

I'm sure all of Thedas will agree with you there, especially considering Varric 'Tale of the Champion' is still floating about.

[ It's a need to do something with her hands that has her poking the fire with a stick, smokes and embers rising into the air as she does so. As awkward as it is, as she currently feels, she can't help but smile, can't help but feel relieved. ]

Aww, you say such the sweetest things.

[ Putting the stick aside she shuffles closer to him, just enough to place a quick kiss to his cheek.

Andraste's tits she must look stupid, sitting there grinning like some sort of idiot. Utterly too pleased with herself, she is, damning him as much as she damns herself. You're a fool Marian, an utter fool. ]

[wolfuncaged]

I am almost certain that book will never die.

[The kiss on the cheek takes him a touch off guard, but he certainly doesn't push her away. He clears his throat somewhat awkwardly, dropping his own hand to rest on top of hers, the thumb curling around her wrist a little. It's not much, but it's a step. It's...something. A small, nervous smile crosses his face. It's the happy sort of nervous, though. The butterflies sort. ]

Something many would not say of me.