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Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.

[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?

this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]

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They would be wrong.

[Anders can go fuck himself. But Fenris has had this argument with every Hawke he has ever come across, and it never goes his way. He's come to expect it. He heaves out an annoyed sigh. ]

Yes. I am aware.

[He doesn't like it, hell, it's even worse, back home, where his Hawke will forgive Anders everything. True love, or some ridiculousness. ]

He's younger here. He hasn't met any of us, yet.

[ Hawke huffs what sounds like a laugh composed mostly of razor blades into his glass, which conveniently hides his expression for a second. ]

Are they. Sometimes I wonder.

[ Because he would rather lose a finger than stay on that particular topic - vulnerability NOoOOoOooOOOo - he grabs swiftly for that next kernel of information, whatever came before it smoothed away like the surface of sea glass. ]

Well! I suppose it can't be any more bizarre and offputting than anything else that's happened to me in the last hour.

[ Fenris, true love is why Hawke forgives all of you, repeatedly and unreservedly. Not romantic love, but true all the same. ]

[Undeservedly, too. Fenris is well aware he's not an easy person to get along with. And yet he has had two Hawkes now who seem willing to tolerate him. It's rather confusing. It's nice, though. To know there are people who will always be there. The Kirkwall gang are his family (except Anders, fuck Anders) the only one he can ever truly lay claim to. He loves them all too (again, except Anders) in his own distant way.]

I'm...sorry. This must be a lot to take in at once. I forget that I have become accustomed to such...strangeness.

[Extended time travel will do that to you. One day he'll tell you about the time he saw dinosaurs, Hawke. It was the worst and the best.]

[ Can you even conceive of how much dinosaurs would delight Hawke. The most, that's how much. Like thousands of varieties of dragons! Some of which are cuddly and vegetarian!

Meanwhile he waves a hand as if he's shaking off water, dismissive, but appreciative all the same. He knows how difficult it is for Fenris to construct and express that kind of sympathy no matter how sincerely he might feel it. ]

I'll get used to it. You haven't forgotten the nonstop thrills of living in Kirkwall, I hope! That'll give anyone's perspective a kick in the teeth.

[Fenris can guess. He imagines if Hawke had been with them, a dinosaur would have been coming back with them. ]

I doubt I could forget those even if I wanted to. This place is...unusually quiet, compared to there. [He takes a drink and emits a huff of sort-of laughter. ] There are hardly any bandits or random thugs leaping out from the shadows at us.

[ He would have named it Splat, probably. ]

Maker, you must be dreadfully bored. If you like I could put on a silly hat and demand all your money.

[ Ah, the things you do for a friend. He is uh, incredibly glad to be winging wildly away from the serious part of the conversation. ]

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That...won't be necessary, but thank you for the offer all the same.

[He smiles, faintly. He's missed this. Hawke is always the centerpiece of their little gang's world, regardless of the shape they take. He provides something of a stabling feeling, that so long as he's around, everything won't just fall in on itself. ]

There are spiders, at least, on this planet. I have contented myself with slaughtering them. You know merchants. They always want spider parts.

[ Hawke shudders, with deliberately put-on theatrics. That hits a little too close to home, so of course he must cover with absurd whimsy. ]

Always the Makerdamned spiders. Kill another half dozen in my name, will you?

I can manage that.

[He idly examines his fingernails, slipping back into the familiar banter nice. It's like putting on a comfy pair of slippers. If elves worse slippers.

They don't.]

But if you want coin for yourself, you'll have to kill at least a few of your own spiders. I shan't do all the work.

[ Hawke's expression skews somewhere between amusement, bemusement, and for good measure cemusement. Two jokes in the same hour! What a nearly indecent display from Fenris. ]

Iiiii - [ yes, he drags out the syllable exactly that way ] think I can find something with fewer legs to kill for coin.

[ He is completely fine, don't ask. ]

I have no doubt that you could.

[He is clearly not fine, but who does the healthy thing and talk about their problems? Fenris eyes him for a moment, then exhales, allowing the silence to lull again. He's all out of jokes, he might have something else in a week or so. ]

Always appreciate a vote of confidence.

[ Said Hawke, dry as several deserts stacked on one another and stuck in a dehydrator. On rare, rare occasion silence doesn't feel like something he must rush to fill, and to be honest he's more grateful for that today than possibly ever before. ]

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