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[theboogieman]

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.]

Comments

[wolfuncaged]

[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.

[forcemageure]

[ 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. ]

[wolfuncaged]

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.

[forcemageure]

[ 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?

[wolfuncaged]

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.

[forcemageure]

[ 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. ]

[wolfuncaged]

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. ]

[forcemageure]

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. ]