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driftfleet2016-05-06 03:18 pm
ofkirkwall) wrote in driftfleet2016-05-06 03:18 pm
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003. (text/action)
Who: hawke & you.
Broadcast: fleetwide text.
Action: varric's bar on the iskaulit.
When: a few hours after this exchange.
friends and crewmates
this is hawke speaking ? typing? look i have decided to drink myself into the most pleasant stupor possible but then i thought why drink alone? so i have decided to formally invite whoever is interested to come and join me at my favorite dwarfs bar floor because drinking with friends is fun
but hawke we arent friends you say?? come introduce yourself already we will become very good friends drinking friends
[ That seems to be the end of it, for a few moments at least until another message appears. ]
varric
can i borrow your bed and your blankets and you
[ If you do decide to go looking for the woman behind the broadcast you will most certainly find her at Varric's bar, draped upon the bar with a bottle already in hand. She's dressed rather casual today in little more than her dark brown breeches, boots, a loose tunic, and her arms wrapped up from the elbows down in worn bandages, dark hair a ruffled mess. A picture of a woman who has lost control of her life and burying it all deep in the bottom of the bottle she is nursing.
Come, come, drink with her, play a few games of cards, or sing terrible tavern songs! It doesn't really matter much, honestly, as long as she isn't thinking. ]
Broadcast: fleetwide text.
Action: varric's bar on the iskaulit.
When: a few hours after this exchange.
friends and crewmates
this is hawke speaking ? typing? look i have decided to drink myself into the most pleasant stupor possible but then i thought why drink alone? so i have decided to formally invite whoever is interested to come and join me at my favorite dwarfs bar floor because drinking with friends is fun
but hawke we arent friends you say?? come introduce yourself already we will become very good friends drinking friends
[ That seems to be the end of it, for a few moments at least until another message appears. ]
varric
can i borrow your bed and your blankets and you
[ If you do decide to go looking for the woman behind the broadcast you will most certainly find her at Varric's bar, draped upon the bar with a bottle already in hand. She's dressed rather casual today in little more than her dark brown breeches, boots, a loose tunic, and her arms wrapped up from the elbows down in worn bandages, dark hair a ruffled mess. A picture of a woman who has lost control of her life and burying it all deep in the bottom of the bottle she is nursing.
Come, come, drink with her, play a few games of cards, or sing terrible tavern songs! It doesn't really matter much, honestly, as long as she isn't thinking. ]
no subject
For a little while, but then you'd have to tell him that he makes some piss-poor decisions.
[He lays a hand on her shoulder.]
The last time he was here, I screwed up. I was mad at him-- obviously I had a right to be-- but it ended up making things awkward for everyone. Blondie wouldn't let me explain, and your charming male twin never knew what to say about it.
I decided that living with a constant awkwardness was worse than just dealing with Anders. Stepping on eggshells sucks. Yeah, I hate him. Yeah, I wanna punch him in his stupid scruffy face. But you know what?
At the end of the day, I still give a damn about what happens to him on some level. Is it because we were sort of friends, or because if I let him die you'd kill me? I don't know. But I do know that lying about it doesn't change how I feel.