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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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[you never know how much you'll miss your infinite ancient evil bank account until it's gone. being broke on an alien planet is not his idea of a good time. he's got an expensive crossbow to purchase, though, so he figures someone somewhere will want something beat up and maybe he can make his way through that.

so... jobs board. jobs... board...

if Hawke's modulator is on, Zhas just looks like a normal human guy in dark clothes. he seems annoyed, in a resting bitch face kind of way. if his modulator is off, then this guy is dressed in a scary black coat and his face is painted like a skull, which is totally not creepy or cultish at all.

squinting at the board. that one says spiders. he's not interested in spiders.

looks over at Hawke's listing... and... slowly...... tilts his head........

the fuck could that possibly be talking about.]

[ Ugh, let Hawke tell you about the time he was a gazillionaire for like three years and was then forced into penniless fugitive...ness...uh. Fugitivity? Something. Anyway he had money really briefly and then didn't, which would have been far more a bummer if he had ever known anything but abject poverty sans that blip in time. But needing to purchase expensive weapons? Or weapons of any kind at all ever, and defaulting to 'injuring evil things' as a skillset? Void* yeah!! ]

That one [ says Hawke, with uncanny prescience and without turning around ] wants help with a riddle game. If I were you I wouldn't bother, the prize is almost always an ill-fitting helmet.

[ Actually turning around now? Y. ]

... on second thought maybe you ought to give it a go after all.

[ His modulator is off. Just by the way. ]

* they don't have hell in thedas

Edited 2015-03-20 17:37 (UTC)

[well, he's certainly not going to be buying any weapons with his charming personality.

case in point: at the comment, he gives Hawke a look--several seconds of dead-eyed silence before he simply reaches forward to turn the other man's modulator on. without, you know, asking or anything.

have I mentioned he also has personal space problems? he also has personal space problems.]

[ Hawke shared a 2.5 room shack with his mother, brother and uncle. Personal space?? Ffft. A luxury.

...okay fine, no, but although he does remove himself from Immediate Touching Vicinity he's pretty unbothered. As of yet, anyway, and that is not a challenge, Zhas! ]

I'd still go for the helmet if I were you.

[ :D? ]

How hard can riddles at a crossroads be, anyway?

[unbothered is good. he won't be bothered if the other guy's not bothered. and he seems perfectly willing to dive into "conversation" now that said unbotheredness has been established, insistently shaking his head and gesturing--vaguely--sweeping a hand over his head.

doesn't like helmets. doesn't like things on his head. and it's not hard to imagine it would get in the way of that skull... thing.

then he gestures something completely different--a set of signs with his hands. though, if Hawke doesn't know ASL, they're probably completely useless to him.]

[ Having never before seen 'America' as even a collection of letters does dent a person's likelihood of ASL awareness, unfortunately. He has enough means to work out that it is a set of signs and therefore language, but that's as far as it goes. ]

No helmet then, got it.

[ That, he can pick up from context! Which is too bad, the riddles were going to be Popsicle stick jokes. ]

I take it you don't talk much.

[ Oh no it's so dry. ]

[he drops his hands and gives him a very dry stare back.

...which is to say, yes. he doesn't talk much.]

Well! [ This is awkward. ] Carry on, then. With ...whatever you were doing.

Edited (brackets :|) 2015-04-02 01:13 (UTC)

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