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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?]
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Could be. And I've been with the Fleet for... more than a year now, God. Close to a year and a half by now.
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But it did make him want to ask something, something he didn't figure he could ask his fellow Thedosians.]
And do you like it here? I mean, apart from the malfunctions that seem to plague the populace now and again.
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... I've made some good friends here, people I never would have met otherwise, and after a lifetime of struggling to feel like I belong anywhere, that's been a blessing. I've got a support system here, I can do my job and feel valuable. But I can never forget that I'm a prisoner, too. ... and I miss my friends back home. My boyfriend especially.
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I think I understand that all too well.
[He was certainly more free here than he'd been before in Thedas, no one would condemn him for his healing and wanting to help people and he certainly fit in better than he had anywhere in Thedas, even Kirkwall, but they lacked freedom to make their own choices or to settle down and simply live peacefully instead. Like Circle life, but with travel. Once upon a time, he might have had zero issues with that, now...well, Hawke made it easier.]
You have a boyfriend? I'm sorry he isn't here with you then, that I can't possibly imagine living with for this long.
[Three months of Hawke being in Skyhold a whole country away had been hard enough. The vastness of space was far worse.]
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Thank you. Honestly, I'm not sure how I handle it sometimes. Usually there are enough crazy things going on here that it's a distraction, and I still have my work as a doctor, but every now and then... something will remind me of him. I don't want him to be trapped here, but that doesn't stop me from wishing he'd show up one day.
[And sometimes she wondered if it would be right of her to try and get over him and move on, but this was a bit too heavy to be discussing with someone she was just getting to know.]
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[Part of him wants to ask her about those who were dead returning, now that they were on the subject of thought on who they might be missing, but that would lead to something far more personal than she needed to know.
Instead, he simply smiles softly to her.] It's a difficult subject. But I hope you find happiness, whether your love is brought here or not.
Was there anything you specifically wanted to check, or was this simply intended to be a social visit? I don't want to keep you from your work with my idle questions.
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[She smiled shyly.]
Thank you. And it was a social visit, mostly... I like to follow up on my patients, after all. But you seem to be doing well.
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Perhaps, in the future, we could have another social visit. One not in my clinic, however, it's hardly so entertaining.
[Adalwolfe certainly seemed to like her and he'd quickly decided, needles aside, he liked her himself. She seemed a good sort, worth getting to know.]
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I'd like that. I'm always glad to make more friends here... I have to admit I'm not the best at socializing, but I try.
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Then perhaps we're better matched than we originally thought. I'm not much for socializing either, these days. I know at least one person would be glad for my making any friends as well.
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I'm glad someone understands. I've been introverted my entire life, and I was so busy with my studies when I was younger... it didn't leave me much time to make friends. I had a good group of them back home, but of course, that doesn't help me much here.
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I was very much the same. I was perhaps a bit more extroverted when I was younger, but only to the point of troublemaking, so friends were in short supply when they didn't want to be associated. But when I wasn't getting into trouble, I was definitely elbow-deep in the books offered to me and my studies.
What friends I did manage to string together never stayed long, so perhaps there will be a miraculous blessing of patience among the people here. What do you think?
[That and not performing acts of terrorism that effectively turned all of what tenuous friendships you had against you.]
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I was very, very intelligent, so I went through school a lot faster than my peers did, but it left me behind in terms of friendship and social development. Sometimes it was easier to just ignore people, bury myself in my books, and concentrate on those.
Such a blessing of patience has already happened for me a few times, so it's bound to happen again.