[Open]

[apurrstate]

Who: Anders and Open
Broadcast: Yes (Day after action)
Action: Malum
When: The action takes place a day or so after this happens and the broadcast takes place the next morning

Action
[It hadn't been his first thought to go to the bar. Not even fourth or fifth, but it had popped up eventually. When everything became too much all at once. His clinic was too quiet despite not changing, he was too vulnerable despite not being in any danger. Everything had changed and he hadn't even considered how much until Justice was gone.

Anders went to the only place he could think to go. True, the Space Bar might be a better environment for noise, but Fenris was exactly the last person he wanted to accidentally run into tonight, so Crowley's bar it was. The sound of other people was helpful, at least. And the first drink he basically inhaled helped more. It made it easier to ignore how that persistent hum at the back of his mind was gone, how there wasn't a flux and flow of emotions not quite his own always licking at the edges of his thoughts, how there was only one set of feelings and opinions about everything now left in his head. He'd foolishly tested, half hoping to feel the burst of righteous anger and power as his thoughts drifted to blood magic and the plight of mages and every damn other thing he'd spent the last ten years fighting for.

Suddenly...it was like it had been someone else's problem. Someone else's fight. Like before.

He didn't like it.

He ordered another drink.]

Something strong this time. If it burns my taste-buds into ash, even better.

Voice
[There's a side-effect to drinking. One he hadn't had to deal with in roughly a decade. But, oh, was he dealing with it now. And every time he tried to send a pulse of healing magic into his own head, the hangover he was nursing would just pulse brighter and pang harder and make him think maybe a broodmother would be a blessing right now. It could kill him viciously and in some disgusting way and it would be far kinder than what his head was doing to him.

Perhaps Justice had been doing him a kindness all those years after all. Maker have mercy.

He turned on the broadcast, clumsily hitting video and then voice so a flicker of his disheveled and pathetic appearance can be seen to those who happen to be looking at the time, but then it's gone again and replaced with his voice. Which wasn't really in any better shape.]

Does anyone have any...faster ways with dealing with hangovers? I'd normally take care of it myself but...well, I can't. And thinking isn't too easy right now, so any help would be appreciated. Smartass comments are not, however. Thanks.

Comments

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[onlyanapple]

[This is...interesting, to say the least. Anders feels different, and given his previous issues with alcohol, it seems his little...problem was solved. The demon watches him with a mixture of morbid curiosity and trepidation.

Wolfe would bitch and whine for days if he let the guy drink himself into a coma after all. ]

I have something between vodka and paint thinner, if you're interested. It's just about edible.

...Probably.

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[apurrstate]

[What Wolfe doesn't know won't hurt him. Except when it's Chantry related. But this time it's alcohol related and Anders' plans include drinking until he remembers what it's like to be drunk.

He raises a brow at Crowley incredulously. At least he's not asking any questions Anders had no intention of answering.]

Paint thinner? If you mix it with that Cherry flavouring stuff, how gross is that going to taste?

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[onlyanapple]

[Crowley is an ideal bartender in that regard. He'll let his patrons get absolutely slaughtered, but still be there to heal then in case they end up hurting themselves or actually giving themselves alcohol poisoning. He extra charge. Probably.]

...I should imagine it would be like eating a very strong cold sweet. I can put a little umbrella in it, if you like. Make it feel fancier.

Voice;

[wolfuncaged]

[There's no voice, no words of comfort or belligerence. Nope.

All there is, is the unyielding sound of pots and pans being very deliberately clanked together.

Eventually, they stop.

Just kidding, they've started again. ]

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[apurrstate]

[He doesn't have to ask who this is, he doesn't even need to ask where he is, because he can imagine exactly where Fenris might have gone to get pans to be an obnoxious fuck with.

So he's going to go there too.

Whoops a lightning spell might have just slipped it's way into the air and aimed right for Fenris.

What a shame.]

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[wolfuncaged]

[If there's one thing Fenris is acutely aware of, it's magic. More to the point, avoiding magic. He hears the crackle, feels the pressure in the air change as the spell is formed, and casually sidesteps in incoming bolt. It hits the wall and leaves a scorch mark.

Fenris turns to look at Anders, faintly amused.]

That was rude.

Action; end of the night

[wolfehawke]

[It wasn't that Anders had gone missing so much as Adalwolfe had pesky maintenance and other shipboard chores to do and he'd lost track of his boyfriend in the interim. A hastily texted conversation consisting of where are you?? and then a dozen frownie faces after each other consecutive sentence revealed where he had gone though, and Wolfe decides to let his newly freed boyfriend have his fun.

Only now it's been several hours and Anders still isn't back despite the sun having set on the corner of the planet where they'd landed hours ago. Having fun and ending up a passed out drunk are sometimes synonymous but certainly not pleasant so Adalwolfe decides to make his way to the Iskaulit and retrieve his wayward healer regardless of the state in which he may have found himself. Probably on the floor of Malum, he expects.

He's just a little pouty that Anders didn't invite Wolfe to join him in this momentous celebration of being able to get drunk again. He'd have liked to toast.]

Action;

[apurrstate]

[He prides himself on his ability to keep spelling errors limited to his usual by carefully picking out each letter before pressing the button. He thought he'd eased Hawke's mind enough to keep his love from worrying, but he can hear and recognize the sound of Hawke's heavy footfalls as he comes into the bar.

To his credit, he's not on the floor at all, but still at the bar where he's been the last several hours. He just also happens to have his head on the bar's smooth surface, the coolness of the wood pleasant against his overly warm face. Was drinking always this warm? He couldn't remember.

He lifted his head and rested his cheek to his hand as Hawke drew closer, trying to pull himself together in the hopes that maybe Adalwolfe wouldn't notice just how bad off he was. He'd been drinking for a while.]

Evening, Love.

[Maker, he hoped it was evening...how long had he been here?]

[wolfehawke]

Yes, nice night for one, isn't it?

[He snorts, amused to find Anders exactly where he thought he would and surprisingly a bit more upright than expected.]

I'm hurt you didn't invite me so we could toast to your independence. And also that you left me to clean Pounce's litter box so it's definitely your turn next time.

[He invites himself to sit beside his lover, letting his jokingly sarcastic comments cover the worry in him. Maybe with Anders as drunk as this he won't notice.]

action; after the voice post

[wolfehawke]

[Healing magic may not be his forte, but Adalwolfe has had enough hangovers of his own to know how to soothe them at least marginally. It's easier to concentrate when it isn't him with the hangover, too, he finds.]

Shh, I've got you.

[He slides his hand to Anders' forehead, willing his mana to calm the heat and pain he knows is there after a night of drinking. Where Anders' healing magic is electric in its undertones, Wolfe's is inherently cooler, the soft blue glow more like late afternoon sun on ice than reflected light through a storm.]

That should help after the night you had.

[He kisses Anders' neck lazily, holding his boyfriend against him almost possessively. He'd been woken up by Anders making his plea to the network but is hardly upset about it, more just patiently amused at the aftermath of Anders' binge.]

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[apurrstate]

[Hawke's arms around him banish the attention he'd been giving his communicator and he sets it aside without a second thought. It's light was too bright anyway.

Instead he readily melts into Hawke's embrace as though his boyfriend's arms could protect him from his own foolishness. What had he been trying to accomplish last night, exactly? Not this, that was for damn sure.

Hawke's mana is like a balm and the sigh of relief Anders gives says just that. The hangover is hardly gone, but it's less and that was enough for now.]

Thank you, love.

I'm sorry you had to drag me back home last night, I hadn't meant to stay that long.

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[bryces_pup]

[Honestly, after what had happened, Riona needed a drink, too. She's sort of skittish of the space bar after she embarrassed herself there months ago, so she heads to the Malum instead.

And lo and behold, there's Anders.

She wonders if he wants to be alone, almost walking back out. Yet, well... it can't hurt to ask, right? So she takes a seat next to him, giving him a sympathetic smile.]

How are you holding up?

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[apurrstate]

[He's had a couple already, enough to loosen him up, but not enough to shake the knawing emptiness, the wrongness in him. But before he can order another, Riona is there and his lips quirk up into a mockery of a smile.

She was probably the only one he could tell so plainly.]

I miss him. It hurts.

Drink with me a while?

[Loneliness clung strong like a metal cloak around his shoulders, but even just seeing Riona made it seem a little lighter. Light enough to ask for something he didn't usually allow himself.

Had that been him or Justice all along? How was he ever going to know?]

[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

Well, some people back home use to like to seep animal dung in water and drink that. They would say: Well, being hung over is better than drinking shit. So you start feeling better to be able to stop drinking literal shit water.

[Sadly, he's not joking.]

[Voice]

[apurrstate]

....I really hope you're messing with me right now.

[Because ew.]

video;

[nugqueen]

Ginger should help the nausea.

[Sipping tea, she just gives a slightly amused curve of her lips as she speaks.]

Have a bit too much fun?

video;

[apurrstate]

Perhaps there's some on planet or in the gardens...I might send Hawke to look.

[Because screw going anywhere like this. Her question is met with a pause before he answers, his expression sobering.]

I wouldn't quite call it that. It was complicated.

[Another, shorter, pause.]

Justice is gone.

voice.

[brainiest]

[ Oh, dear... ]

I might be able to make a potion that could help, just a little?

voice.

[apurrstate]

[He should feel more shame for seeming so useless for himself, but not in front of her, thankfully. More just chagrined. Of course, when he speaks, it's all relief.]

Would you mind? I'd appreciate it.

Things just...got a little out of hand last night.

voice.

[ladybro]

-- Huh.

[ she bites down her smartassery. but didn't she just learn the guy couldn't get drunk? kate hems and haws and eventually lands on the side of: ]

You need a greasy, super-unhealthy breakfast. The more fried potatoes, the better.

voice.

[apurrstate]

[He knows what she must be thinking, considering their last talk about alcohol. He holds a mental debate for a moment before deciding there was no harm in giving her at least a vague explanation.]

Sadly, I don't think I'll find a breakfast like that on board. Pastes don't make for good substitutes.

...something happened a couple days ago. Surprise, drinks aren't as ineffective as before.

[Even more so than just Justice's influence and that had been where he'd gone wrong.]

Voice

[passingthrough]

I feel like you're overlooking the possibility that smartass comments might be the fastest way to get over a hangover. [You okay, bro?]

Voice

[apurrstate]

Okay, I'll bite. How do you mean?

[Kitty's voice brings a smile to his, at least.

Kitty was uncomplicated, a friend because they were friendly. That was probably what he needed right about now. Someone uninvolved.]

after much debate - action;

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Some days required a drink. He tried not to get in the habit of it, but he was only a man and only mortal, and sometimes mortal men required drinks to ease the aches of the day. Or the headaches in this case. Tromping through woods, useless info, disappointing results, and the sleaze of the outpost.

Crowley's bar was warm and familiar and he wasn't terrified of being poisoned with something other than alcohol, so that was where he found himself. And not to long after walking in, he found himself sitting beside Anders. ]</sub>

I was going to ask how your day was, I think I just got the gist of it.

action; oh captain my captain

[apurrstate]

[Kirk's presence is uplifting the moment he settled down next to Anders. It got a smile out of him as he turned his head to regard his friend.]

My today and yesterday were far more complicated than I would have liked. Unfortunately, my tomorrow is looking about the same.

What about you?