driftfleet | interfaith dinner mingle!!

Who: Interfaith Center regulars & the not-so-regulars (party crashers are welcome too!!)
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Interfaith Center on the Iskaulit
When: Forward-dated to November 4th

[The Interfaith Center sounds far more bustling and busy than usual - and anyone peering inside would quickly figure out that a communal dinner is underway! Take off your shoes and walk in: the lounge has extra tablecloths on the floor as well as buffet tables with non-alcoholic beverages and all sorts of food, including Jordanian cuisine (or the outer space equivalent of Jordanian food).

The board games are out of their hiding nooks; the furniture's arranged for the maximum seating possible; and even the teddy bears donated by Kitty & Winn are out for cuddling, should anyone want them.

The kitchen's bustling with helpers - Stefan's running around at vamp-speed to make sure everything's a) done on time and b) cooked to perfection - but he sure wouldn't mind an extra hand. And if you're still not up for some food? Well, the prayer rooms are open as usual. There's always a quiet moment to be found, even if the laughter's louder and the scent of freshly-baked mansaf's wafting through the long corridors.

Anyone and everyone who's ever been inside the Interfaith Center has been invited (via text message - and Stefan even used the fancy emoji). If you're not particularly faithful or devout? Well, drop by anyways. There's more than enough food to spare.]

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Just a little bit.

[Stefan laughs, not unkindly, following Hawke's gaze. He's really not offended or even bothered - people have different relationships with faith, and Stefan isn't going to broach it more than he needs to.]

I don't think I've met him yet. When he comes out, I'll have to drop by again and introduce myself.

If you like. He's always in a sort of wistfully stoic mood after praying though, fair warning.

So you're from this Earth place like Misty is, right? Same Earth or a different version?

[This is what passes for small talk in the Fleet, right?]

You know, I'm not really sure. Our Earths are similar enough that we could be from the same one. [He tilts his head thoughtfully.] I'm sure we could figure it out, given enough time, but uh -

I don't really think there's much need at this point.

[More like he doesn't want to be sorely disappointed when he realizes that no, they're not from the same ~~canon~~ world.]

No? That's basically the first thing we do when someone new from Thedas shows up. What do you know, what's different, what's the same. Though honestly it's sort of exhausting so I don't blame you for not bothering, especially with just how many people seem to be from Earth. It sounds enormous.

We've got about seven billion people, so... [He laughs.] I'd say we're pretty big, all things considered.

There's a few commonalities - a lot of us come from two countries, or around the same couple of decades. I'm assuming that's a pattern for a Reason.

Seven billion? Maker's balls, I don't think there are that many people on all of Thedas!

[Granted Thedas isn't entirely explored. It would probably be more accurate to term Thedas as the continent instead of the entire world but it's just not something Adalwolfe thinks about. The known world is Thedas, end of story.

Besides, he's a little more concerned with the fact that he just blasphemed in the interfaith center talking to someone he more or less would like to think well of him.]

Sorry. Habit.

Hm. You're new, so you don't know how we treat blasphemy here, but....

[Stefan gives Hawke his sternest scowl, standing up a little straighter and trying very, very hard to come off as intimidating. It would probably work, were the edges of his lips not threatening to turn into a smile –]

Around these parts, sir Hawke? We usually insist on you getting extra baklava. Chaplain's orders, you see.

[Stefan you're the least intimidating. Wolfe isn't easily intimidated though. Once you've been skewered by an eight-plus-foot massively muscled slab of a Qunari, scrawny humans tend to lose the ability to be threatening.]

Oh, I swear and I get extra food? Careful I don't start interspersing all conversation that way, with that policy in place.

[He grins cheekily.]

You'd have to eat every time, you see. Long after your stomach's full.

[Stefan knows he's jumped straight from decent dude to full-on doting Uncle status. He also doesn't particularly care at the moment.]

But no, uh. It's not a big deal for me. If it's fine with Leliana and - your companion? - then it's fine with me. They're better judges of your world's faith.

[Stefan may see himself as a doting uncle but considering he looks in his 20s to Adalwolfe, that's certainly not how the mage takes it. Besides, the only uncle he has any experience with is a deadbeat who gambles everything away to unsavory folk. He does find Stefan to be a good guy though.]

My boyfriend, and considering the general consensus is that the Maker's turned his back on everyone anyway I don't think He cares so much about language.

[He casually corrects Stefan, not thinking much of it. Really the only people in Thedas that he's run into that care who you bed around with are nobility and that only so far as producing an heir, so he doesn't even imagine there would be a problem considering no one but the Thedosians here know he's nobility. Well, and Kate. But she doesn't care either.

As for the Maker, surely Leliana's explained that to Stefan, right?]

Ah. [Stefan's expression softens - he just quietly notes that for reference, so he won't make that mistake again.] Yeah, Earth had a school of thought like that. They believed God created the world and its laws, then left the rest in the hands of those who lived in it.

[He must've discussed this with Leiliana - his lack of surprise indicates as such - but he's also keenly interested in Adalwolfe's thoughts. It's not every day he gets to hear other perspectives on the same faith governing a world.]

Either way, I genuinely don't care, but I never know who would, so. [He shrugs.] Don't sweat it so much.

[Adalwolfe nods to the closure of the swearing issue, but this Earth god leaving the world piques his interest in spite of himself.]

The way you say that makes it sound as if that god made it as a gift instead of throwing a bloody tantrum and not wanting anything to do with it anymore.

[So, you know, that's a difference.]

Because it is. [He is a little surprised, given that well, Stefan's a devout person by nature. He believes the best not only in people but in God as well.] Without a God, or a Maker, we wouldn't have the universes we came from. We wouldn't be here talking about the ones who created us, and we most certainly wouldn't be at Atroma's whims.

Our worlds can be corrupt, and they're nowhere near what they're supposed to be, but they're still ours. We were born, we lived, and we continued to exist there. Isn't that a gift in and of itself?

I... well, yes, I just...

[He shifts uncomfortably.]

The Chantry is all about... I don't know, trying to get the Maker to come back because we've wronged Him and so He left. I suppose I do understand, given what happened to Andraste, but really the Maker should be cross with Hassarian, not the entire world. I don't know. If the Chantry told us to thank Him just for making the world instead of preaching that we're all guilty to start... I mean, I had nothing to do with Andraste's death...

[He's aware he sounds a mess, all these thoughts just tumbling out of his mouth without order. He lets out a short bark of a laugh and runs a hand through his hair self-consciously.]

Sorry. I guess you've given me something to think about.

[Hm. Considering that Stefan doesn't understand half of those sentences, he's not sure he wants to press further. So his expression softens in newfound understanding.]

No worries. If or when you ever want to talk about it, you know where to find me.

[He flashes Hawke a reassuring smile as he stuffs his hands in his pockets and turns towards the kitchen.]

In the meantime? There's always room for you. Faith or no faith, it's all the same in here.

Thank you, Stefan.

[He smiles back, certainly reassured, and lets the man head back to his duties. Adalwolfe has a lot to think about.]

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