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driftfleet2016-09-05 06:43 pm
apurrstate) wrote in driftfleet2016-09-05 06:43 pm
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[Open] Plant your hope with good seeds
Who: Anders and Anyone (with one closed prompt for Fenris)
Broadcast: No
Action: The Three Twins clinic, the greenhouse, Malum and Planetside
When: Todayish/this weekish
Clinic
[Generally, Anders preferred to spend his time in his clinic, making sure all the equipment worked, making sure everything remained clean and sanitary, making sure all of his supplies were stocked, all the while happy to wait around in case anyone needed him.
Since arriving at the planets and spreading his time between the clinic and Hawke, he'd been there less often. Usually, only stopping in to do his usual checks and watering the rows of medicinal herbs he had potted in the back of the clinic. He'd hang around for a little while during this, but always made sure the little note he'd made forever ago was out in case someone needed healing and came looking for him while he was gone. The communicators made that part easy, at least. How much less stress would he have had in Kirkwall if he could have simply let his patients contact him through a communicator when they needed him and he was away?
Well, it didn't matter, it wasn't worth thinking about.
As he went through his usual routine, movement by the door caught his attention from the corner of his eye, his focus on the plants he was tending to.]
Come in! What can I help you with?
Greenhouse
[He had his plants in his clinic, but there were versions kept here as well and, though he trusted Hermione to set up spells and things to tend to the plants whether he was there or not, he still enjoyed stopping by to do it himself when he could. The only thing from the circle he ever missed was the herbology he could do within those walls.
Kirkwall had limited what he could do with so few supplies and no potion was needed more than elfroot anyway, so it hadn't allowed for a whole lot of creativity. But now they had their seedlings, growing healthy and rapidly under the care he and Hermione provided and he looked forward to being able to do more again.
Anders spread a hint of creation magic on the plants, ones he was personally invested in and the others, just to help them grow strong, his hands glowing a little blue as he cupped them around the sprouts. A sound from nearby soon drew his attention and pulled him from the plants for further investigation, however.]
Is someone there?
Planetside
[These planets and moons aren't nearly as relaxing as the last one, but Anders finds himself enjoying it more anyway. There's plenty to see and explore, all the faction stuff aside and each one held their merits on things to experience. There were places nature still ran rampant that he still found relaxing, the busy streets of the main city held shops and entertainment at every corner and Spirit's library and meditation moon offered all the peace and research Anders might want.
The library especially was something he continued to visit at least once a day, combing through what books on magic and spirits it had to offer, especially once Hawke could no longer come with him.]
Malum
[At first, he'd been spending a lot of time at the bar, certainly more than he'd spent before he'd woken up older, mostly due to the fact Hawke worked there. Now it was nearly habit to show up whenever Hawke worked.
That included today when Hawke should have been working but wasn't because he'd been an idiot and gotten caught cheating the system. He loved Hawke with every fiber of his being, but he was really far less than impressed with his partner's ability to land himself in trouble. Especially when Anders had told him it would blow up in his face.
So now he was at Malum, wishing again he could simply get drunk enough to not think about the fact Hawke was stuck alone in a cell for the next foreseeable future and all this 'competition' might entail. He ordered a drink anyway and sat staring at it.]
Maybe, just this once, you'd make an exception?
[He kept his voice quiet, hoping no one would overhear him ostensibly talking to himself, but still hopeful his Spirit friend would give him a break for one night and let the alcohol muddle his head a bit.
He wasn't going to hold his breath on it.]
For Fenris
[Even with Vash working at the Space Bar now and Hawke in Jail, Anders still generally stuck to Malum and not the Space Bar, he likely wouldn't have set foot in there at all tonight, if it was left up to him. Unfortunately, it wasn't.
Ser-Pounce-A-Lot, in his curious kitten ways, had slipped away from Anders almost as soon as they'd stepped abord the Iskaulit and thoroughly lost the mage for the time being.
The small orange ball of fluff strode into the bar like he owned the place and began poking around at anything and everything that drew his attention. Eventually, that attention fell on the elf that worked there and Pounce made quick work of scaling his outfit to find a spot on Fenris' shoulder.
This was fine, right?]
Broadcast: No
Action: The Three Twins clinic, the greenhouse, Malum and Planetside
When: Todayish/this weekish
Clinic
[Generally, Anders preferred to spend his time in his clinic, making sure all the equipment worked, making sure everything remained clean and sanitary, making sure all of his supplies were stocked, all the while happy to wait around in case anyone needed him.
Since arriving at the planets and spreading his time between the clinic and Hawke, he'd been there less often. Usually, only stopping in to do his usual checks and watering the rows of medicinal herbs he had potted in the back of the clinic. He'd hang around for a little while during this, but always made sure the little note he'd made forever ago was out in case someone needed healing and came looking for him while he was gone. The communicators made that part easy, at least. How much less stress would he have had in Kirkwall if he could have simply let his patients contact him through a communicator when they needed him and he was away?
Well, it didn't matter, it wasn't worth thinking about.
As he went through his usual routine, movement by the door caught his attention from the corner of his eye, his focus on the plants he was tending to.]
Come in! What can I help you with?
Greenhouse
[He had his plants in his clinic, but there were versions kept here as well and, though he trusted Hermione to set up spells and things to tend to the plants whether he was there or not, he still enjoyed stopping by to do it himself when he could. The only thing from the circle he ever missed was the herbology he could do within those walls.
Kirkwall had limited what he could do with so few supplies and no potion was needed more than elfroot anyway, so it hadn't allowed for a whole lot of creativity. But now they had their seedlings, growing healthy and rapidly under the care he and Hermione provided and he looked forward to being able to do more again.
Anders spread a hint of creation magic on the plants, ones he was personally invested in and the others, just to help them grow strong, his hands glowing a little blue as he cupped them around the sprouts. A sound from nearby soon drew his attention and pulled him from the plants for further investigation, however.]
Is someone there?
Planetside
[These planets and moons aren't nearly as relaxing as the last one, but Anders finds himself enjoying it more anyway. There's plenty to see and explore, all the faction stuff aside and each one held their merits on things to experience. There were places nature still ran rampant that he still found relaxing, the busy streets of the main city held shops and entertainment at every corner and Spirit's library and meditation moon offered all the peace and research Anders might want.
The library especially was something he continued to visit at least once a day, combing through what books on magic and spirits it had to offer, especially once Hawke could no longer come with him.]
Malum
[At first, he'd been spending a lot of time at the bar, certainly more than he'd spent before he'd woken up older, mostly due to the fact Hawke worked there. Now it was nearly habit to show up whenever Hawke worked.
That included today when Hawke should have been working but wasn't because he'd been an idiot and gotten caught cheating the system. He loved Hawke with every fiber of his being, but he was really far less than impressed with his partner's ability to land himself in trouble. Especially when Anders had told him it would blow up in his face.
So now he was at Malum, wishing again he could simply get drunk enough to not think about the fact Hawke was stuck alone in a cell for the next foreseeable future and all this 'competition' might entail. He ordered a drink anyway and sat staring at it.]
Maybe, just this once, you'd make an exception?
[He kept his voice quiet, hoping no one would overhear him ostensibly talking to himself, but still hopeful his Spirit friend would give him a break for one night and let the alcohol muddle his head a bit.
He wasn't going to hold his breath on it.]
For Fenris
[Even with Vash working at the Space Bar now and Hawke in Jail, Anders still generally stuck to Malum and not the Space Bar, he likely wouldn't have set foot in there at all tonight, if it was left up to him. Unfortunately, it wasn't.
Ser-Pounce-A-Lot, in his curious kitten ways, had slipped away from Anders almost as soon as they'd stepped abord the Iskaulit and thoroughly lost the mage for the time being.
The small orange ball of fluff strode into the bar like he owned the place and began poking around at anything and everything that drew his attention. Eventually, that attention fell on the elf that worked there and Pounce made quick work of scaling his outfit to find a spot on Fenris' shoulder.
This was fine, right?]
malum »
...Anders, right? [ she pushes herself off the far side of the bar and walks a little closer. one arm is wrapped up in a sling, but she doesn't seem all too hampered by it. ] Sorry. He's not here. But I guess you already knew that.
[ her smile is small and sympathetic. ]
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Yes, I'm well aware. He's landed himself in trouble. [He has to bite back the 'again' that runs through his mind.]
But I've found myself here anyway. It's not like they'll let me sleep outside his cell.
[He raised a brow and nodded towards her arm.]
Are you alright? I'm a healer, I could fix that for you.
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[ not that she has anything against healing magic, though she doesn't make that readily apparent. ]
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[He wasn't about to heal the unwilling, not when the patient wasn't dying or suffering. Sometimes, injuries simply needed to be left to time, he'd done that plenty himself.]
If some pain lingers even after it's healed, let me know, I'll be able to put it right.
So, are you working because Hawke can't? I apologize on his behalf if that's the case.
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[ an apologetic smile. kate's blunt like that. ] So I guess I was just the natural choice to cover a few more.
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He's talked about you before. Only ever good things, I promise, he thinks fondly of you.
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He's talked about you, of course. [ kate tosses a rag over her shoulder. ] But I'm keen to get to know you for myself. Sounds like he's a bit biased, anyway.
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That he is, overly so sometimes, I'm afraid.
[He sighs and looks up with a more neutral expression.]
There isn't much. Let's see, I'm a healer, I like cats and I have a fondness for sweet things. That's how exciting I am.
[Never mind being an apostate, a Grey Warden, a terrorist and revolutionary and all of the baggage that came with all of those things. But a stranger didn't need to know. If they did, if she did, that would surely be the end of the pleasantries like this that Anders clung to.]
How about you?
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[ she knows about anders's less than polished track record, but she doesn't say so. it's not her thing to say. nor, really, had it been hawke's; the honesty-day simply got to him. ]
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Well, that's an easy enough question to answer, isn't it? Do you like to tend bar? Or is it simply a way to kill our endless time here?
sorry for the delay; was on hiatus!
No worries ever!
I don't see why not. Do your patrons tell you all of their woes and troubles? I hear that's a common practice in most pubs. I can see that aspect being a bit good and bad.
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[He won't hold his breath though.]
I do wonder, though, is over-sharing better or worse than drunks badly flirting with you?
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But I do gotta wonder about a guy who can't get drunk and still drinks anyway. Especially if it's for the taste. You should'a mentioned it sooner; I'd have made you something more palatable.
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He smirks not unkindly.]
Sometimes, I think if I taste something incredibly strong, maybe I can trick my brain into being affected. Sadly, it has yet to work. I wouldn't say no to something sweeter you came up with, however.
I don't exactly have anywhere else to be tonight.
If you wouldn't mind the company, that is.
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Very well, as you say.
I definitely enjoy sweet. Didn't get a chance to have a lot of sweet things growing up, so I take it when I can get it these days.
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[ she sets to work -- it's like alchemy, only less smelly. sorta. and a lot more fun when you do it right. gently, in time, she's shaking ice and booze and mix in a cocktail.
she puts down a napkin, then a glass, and pours a bright-coloured drink from the shaker. it's sweet indeed. vodka and cranberry and finished with a cherry. ]
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[He watches her work with a faint smile. He certainly didn't know how to make drinks beyond tipping a bottle over into a glass, so he could appreciate her work.
Once the drink was set down, he took a small sip and gave an appreciative hum.]
Delicious.
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But I'm glad you like it.
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Those are sweet. They're stored in syrup? That's practically a candy.
Either way, thank you for making it.
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The last time I had fresh cherries had to have been over three years ago. Hawke had them because a Hightown merchant happened to have them in stock and he'd never been able to afford them before. They're really only available to nobles back home.
When I came home that night, the first thing he did was shove one in my mouth. [He grinned fondly.] I nearly choked on it in surprise.
Are they so rare on Earth?
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Rare? Not really. They're not cheap, of course. But the 'modern' transportation industry makes it so most grocery stores'll have a pile of them in stock.
[ but kate comes from privilege. paying $20 for a bag of cherries means practically nothing to her. ]
But it sounds like it must have been a treat for you.