good company and campfire stories.

[ofkirkwall]

Who: marian hawke & you.
Broadcast: fleetwide text.
Action: iskaulit.
When: now.


makers breath i am tired of fixing things
is anyone else tired of fixing things?? its feels like it is endless
not to mention i am rather useless at it

ill be at the space bar if anyone wants to join me :)
we can have a drink or play a game of cards or tell exciting and embarrassing stories
doesnt matter really as long as it isnt fixing things


[ If one does venture to the Space Bar they will in fact find (1) Marian Hawke, head buried in her device. On the floor beside her foot sits a small cleaning droid with a rather distinctive pattern painted on top of it. She doesn't seem to notice the droid idly beside her, barely raising her head when she accidentally taps it with her foot. ]

Comments

[ofkirkwall]

[ Blight take him, he's not supposed to take her bluff! But he has and she makes a face at him, half pout half grin, tilting her head slightly as she scrambles for an answer. ]

Over you not listening! You would leave me to suffer such a terrible fate! It's painful!

[ Nailed it. ]

[wolfuncaged]

A terrible fate of me not listening?

[She pulled that one out of her ass and he's not afraid to let her see he knows it, a grin crossing his face. ]

How tragic.

[ofkirkwall]

[ Well shit, of course he knows. But she has started down this road she can't turn back now. ]

Utterly tragic! The worst fate imaginable even!

[wolfuncaged]

Perhaps I should leave you wallow in your deep tragedy then?

[He'll call your bluff, gurl. ]

[ofkirkwall]

If you are so determined to follow this road, I suppose you must!

[ Shit. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[And now they are in a self-sustaining bubble of bluff calling. Good job, guys. He'll stand, a smile crossing his lips- but sweet Maker he has no idea what he's doing.]

Then, I shall go.

[ofkirkwall]

[ For a moment there she looks like she is about to panic, eyes widening and mouth falling open. No sits on the tip of her tongue but she'd lose if she broke now, and she does not like to lose. ]

Then go, else you wish to stay and watch me wallow, unable to do anything to comfort me because you're so damnably stubborn.

[ Surely he won't actually leave... Right? ]

[wolfuncaged]

[...Balls.

He pauses, because he really can't walk out on that one. Which means he has to concede defeat to her. He lets out a long suffering sigh, before returning to sit beside her.]

That is quite the argument you make.

[ofkirkwall]

[ She's terrible at hiding her grin as he sits back down, corners of her eyes crinkling, smug victory practically smeared across her expression. Because she knows she has won. She was counting on him not actually wanting to leave and it paid off.

Leaning back against the chair Marian Hawke all but preens. ]

Not my best, but I do try.

[ Marian: 1, Fenris: 0. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[Huff, missy, HUFF. ]

There's no need to look so smug about it.

[ofkirkwall]

Oh, I am going to look smug. There is nothing you can do to stop me.

[ Still preening. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[He lets out a throaty chuckle. ]

I am utterly powerless, it seems.

[ofkirkwall]

Completely.

[ The almighty Champion of Kirkwall has the maturity of a five year old. ]