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[child_of_bhaal]

Who: Syeira and YOU
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Varric's bar on the Iskaulit mostly
When: Directly after the shuffle.



She has been checking on the roster listing nearly compulsively lately. Things have just been rough for her. Losses upon losses. Regaining Anders, only for her friend to not know her. It piles up on top of everything else.

Everything else being Sam falling into a sleep only to wake and nearly do something horrible to Cas. And she got to take a lovely swim in Sam's blood for that, a delightful bonus to her kill deprived self. And then Sam is hurt, again, on her watch. Cas fell into a sleep immediately after. She's been ill from the planet nearly all the time. Coil had a melt down. Arthur turned into a tiny teenager. And of course, Robin revealed to her she not only had a Calibration, but when he was in it, he saw her murder her own mother.

She had asked Robin not to shut her out again. That was the mistake. She'd admitted her fragility out loud where Atroma could over hear it. She'd told him she couldn't stand to lose any more friends. And now he's just gone. Removed, like so many others. And she quite simply cannot take one more bit of horrible without doing something about it. But there's nothing to fight. She's not going to trash her room. The thing that's left is rather obvious.

She goes to the Iskaulit, to the tavern that feels like one from home. She has a small pouch full of credits. She managed to pull out enough that the pouch weighs at least five pound. There's a hefty amount of money in it. This she takes directly to whoever is tending the bar, places it purposefully down on the counter, and gives them a dead serious, almost empty look.

"I would like to drink, until I physically cannot anymore, or the money runs out. Whichever comes first." And by the look of things, the money won't be what runs out first. "If it's the former, please feel free to keep whatever is left over for your troubles." Because she imagines it will be annoying to shove her out into the hall when she's fall down drunk.

And with that, she will start drinking. There's dedication in it, because she wants to obliterate everything in her head. Blot it all out until all that's left is alcohol poisoning.

[ooc: Feel free to tag her at any time during this. And please note, she did not notice Zhas has returned to the fleet, and I request that no one tells her. Thank you!]

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[dontthinkaboutelephants]

It takes him a while to find her. It seems like he searched everywhere. But finally he looks on the Iskaulit, and there she is at the bar, looking miserable and completely drunk. He knows it's been tough on her lately. He wanders over to her, refraining from touching her until he knows it's okay.

"Syeira."

He hasn't seen her since he woke up an adult. His hair is slicked back like normal, and he's wearing a soft t-shirt with a cardigan and jeans. It was a rather crazy few days, being a teenager. He's still not feeling right, but he knows he needs to be there for her.

[bythewaves]

Softly, a tune drifts slowly across the bar, sweet and sad, winding around her in offered comfort.

[namisan]

The problem with asking such things of the bartender is that the bartender will eye the money (albeit gleefully), squint at it, then look back at Syeira with a carefully blank look.

"You can drink until we'd naturally cut you off," she says bluntly. "That'll have to do."

Alcohol poisoning is not a great look for any bar. And Nami has no wish to see Syeira that far gone.

[apurrstate]

Varric had given him an open invitation to his bar and Anders' newfound freedom meant he was going to take the dwarf up on it. He didn't expect a familiar face beyond Varric's when he first walked in, however.

The woman at the bar looked less than pleased with life and the healer in him couldn't simply walk away and pretend he hadn't noticed. Maybe he couldn't help (expect maybe with the impending hangover) but he could at least try.

Considering the fact he'd clearly hurt her with the fact he wasn't the Anders from before, he felt he owed her that much. He moved to the seat next to her and plopped down, choosing to avoid the very drink he'd come here for in favor of his new company for now. "Rough day?"

Action this is late, but I don't care

[faithfulwisdom]

[It's not terribly long before Syeira has company. Finrod sits down beside her, setting his own drink on the table, and gives her a concerned look.]

It is better not to drink alone, my friend.

[kickingand]

Dean knows what it is to drink until you can't drink anymore, knows how it feels to want to drown yourself until you can't see the things you so badly want to forget. It's not as if there was nearly enough booze back home to manage that on any sort of regular basis save for Cas and his absinthe but even that seemed a privilege. Running from Croat's while drunk was never a good thing and so relaxation found in an empty bottle of whiskey was something that came less often than a blue moon.

But Dean has been kicked out of enough bars now that the Iskaulit is where he heads for the first time. It's one of the few places left and he tells himself he might as well try not to cause a ruckus, lest he end up with nowhere to go and while he hardly has enough money to spend on a vast quantity of liquor, he still wants to sink into a glass or two.

The first bar he finds is one he walks into, hesitating for a moment, gaze narrowing as he observes the scene before him. It's only then that he sees a familiar face and while he's not entirely here to converse, to continue the process of making acquaintances, she is on his ship after all and they've already spoken. Which makes it by far easier to continue to do so. And so finally he makes his way over, pausing nearby with his head cocked slightly, expression stony, distant but still questioning.

"Got room for two?"

[lord_wizard]

The Iskaulit was the closest the fleet got to a true common area - a crossroads where even in the bleakest stretches of space they could still meet in safety. Even still, there are many corners left unexplored or ignored in favor of others.

Felix doesn't usually walk into Varric's bar on purpose. He feels a bit more at home in Malum, when the mood to have a drink or two strikes. But the ship is still a small place, and the location of the bars more or less across the hall from each other makes it easy to spot Syeira's flame-haired profile from the outside.

He strolls in with a smile, not yet noticing she's a few cups into her intended binge.

"I might have to rethink my bar of choice, if this place gets so much patronage."

He won't, actually. But it makes for a good opener.