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driftfleet2016-10-24 02:48 pm
apurrstate) wrote in driftfleet2016-10-24 02:48 pm
[Open]
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.
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.
Action
Ugh, no. It's by a guy called Rupert Holmes.
[He leans on the bar, a smirk crossing his face, secretly pleased the drink went down well.]
The song is about this bloke trying to cheat on his wife. Liking Pina Coladas is one of the desires he has in the person he wants to fool around with. Also getting caught in the rain.
Action
That sounds...interesting. Do you listen to that kind of music a lot? I wish there was a better way to share songs around here.
[Where was a good bard or minstrel when you needed one? Not counting Leliana.]
Action
[He points to the jukebox in the corner. ]
Buuut every song Atroma has ever given us can be found there. If you ever have the desire to have a listen to them.
Action
Oh! Is that what that thing is for? I just thought it was an ugly decoration.
Action
It's called a jukebox. It's an Earth thing, popular in bars for people to play music to sing drunkely to.
Action
Are there no performers, then? Does everyone just listen to those things for music?
[That's kind of...sad.]
Action
One thing you can listen to in all kinds of ways these days is music. Pretty bonkers, really.