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[merchantprince]

Who: Varric and open
Broadcast: Video, and open!
Action: The Huntress crew & visitors.
When: The end of March (after dragon stuff I guess?)

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[After taking a nice hot shower to wash off a month's worth of dust, Varric is back in business being his nosy self. You bet he's checking the food stores to see how much of the crap he imported is still there, as well as the cargo bay because 1. that's where his desk is and 2. he had a buttload of alcohol there last time he checked.

But really, he's just wandering around so that he can check on his crewmates. He's worried by some of the things he's reading, and he hasn't even set foot on the planet yet.]

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[Varric eventually settles at his desk and turns on the nearest comm console. Honestly, he looks like nothing's changed. At all. But there is a nervous energy in how his fingers dance along the edge of his makeshift desk, rustling some papers.]

Good evening. Did you all miss me? Don't be shy, we have all night. [Is his chest hair visible? Yes it is.]

I think I'm mostly caught up on what I missed during my exceptionally long beauty nap. [His brown eyes glimmer dangerously in the low light.] Something about peasant uprisings and dragons? Sounds like home.

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[wolfuncaged]

[OH GOOD YOU'RE NOT DEAD. Fenris might even be smiling. Maybe? Yep. That looks like a smile. ]

It would have been worthy of one of your stories. Too bad you missed it, Dwarf.

[Ugh, he is so glad you're back, you little pain in the ass.]

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[merchantprince]

[OH NO A SMILE. Varric knows how rare those are, and he returns it with his own.]

You'll just have to tell me all about it so I can write it into my next book.

[A pause, and then--] I'm glad you're still in one piece, elf.

[wolfuncaged]

I doubt I have the same flair for it as you.

[And because he is the opposite of a ray of sunshine: ]

Merrill has left. I do not know where. And as you can see, Hawke has a arrived. Neither yours nor mine, technically, but Hawke all the same.

[Kind of his roundabout way of checking if you're okay with all of this, bro. ]

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[ino]

Oh, there you are! I was wondering how long you were going to be out for.

[merchantprince]

Would you believe me if I said it only felt like a couple hours?

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[misconceived]

[ Chris almost doesn't notice. He's just moving from one room to the next (without shimmering! gasp!) when he glaces up and sees Varric along the way, then continues to what he's doing—except then he stops, takes half a step back, his head tilting to the side. ]

Doc?

[merchantprince]

[Varric doesn't ignore him, though the lack of shimmering is worth noting. He grins broadly.]

Prickly! Don't look so happy to see me. I might tear up.

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[howcanihelp]

Varric!

[ Steffa definitely seems pleased to see him awake ]

Did you hear, Hawke's here! Not yours, though, I think, considering he is very much not a woman.

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[merchantprince]

Of course I heard, Warden. [Thanks, Dorian. You're a pal. Also Fenris for warning him about this before it happened.] How are you two getting along?

[forcemageure]

So! This is the part where you're surprised I'm not a woman. Fenris suggested a pair of fake breasts to help ease the transition, but it turns out those are awfully difficult to find on short notice.

[merchantprince]

[Varric takes a moment to look Hawke over. This one looks a bit more like Carver than he's expecting, but it's enough to ease him somewhat. And that god awful humor-- yeah, that's Hawke. He's not going to ask for proof, not when he can tell the resemblance so clearly.

It'll take a little getting used to, but already he feels a smile coming back to his face, and something like relief. He hasn't seen Hawke in a while. A long while. Too long, honestly, and he misses her. He'll take any Hawke he can get in this insane place.]

The elf already gave me a heads up it could happen, so you won't get any shocked fainting from me. You're... about what I expected. Just less... heh, bouncy.

[So weird.]

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[wilder]

Is it normal for dwarves to sleep that long? [Honestly half curious. He has no clue how dwarves work ok]

Anyway, someone opened a library and I don't think anyone's donated any of your books yet.

[merchantprince]

Nope. My guess is something to do with the thing in the back of my neck, but who knows.

[He quirks an eyebrow.] That so? I'll see what I can do about a printing press. Do you still have the last book I loaned you?

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[invigorates]

[ totally ignoring the comment about dragons, because she does not want to go down this road again so soon. or ever, preferably.

so! instead she will smile at the screen, though the tilt of her head would imply curiosity at his statement. ]

Exceptionally long beauty nap? Are such things common place here?

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[merchantprince]

[His eyebrows go up. There are no drow on his world unless someone uses the amazing power of MODS, so color him curious about her too. He smiles though, all friendly and casual. Of course there would be some new faces.]

First time I've ever heard of it. But, considering they put books in our heads, I'm not ruling it out as impossible.

I don't think we've met. [He bows his head.] Varric Tethras. Storyteller, rogue, and occasional oversleeper.

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[serves]

Maker's breath. It's about time.

[merchantprince]

[It takes him a moment to recognize Cullen through all the finery.]

Uh oh. You aren't here to arrest me, are you? I assure you I've done nothing wrong.

... That you'd know about anyway.

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[savedtheworld]

Um... Excuse me sir...?

I'm sorry, but... your chest-y hairs are sticking out.

omfg

[merchantprince]

[Varric makes a show of looking down.]

Oh, my bad.

[He opens his shirt more. The full glory of his chest is revealed. Shining, shimmering, splendid.]

Is that better?

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[hearsthesea]

[Varric manages to catch Shirley as she's heading into the bunk room to grab something...and of course, once she's seen him Shirley promptly forgets about that little errand.]

Varric? You're awake!

[merchantprince]

[He greets her with a big smile. He only feels like he's been gone a little while, but APPARENTLY NOT. It's scary to think he could just conk out for weeks at a time. They must've been worried sick and he feels bad about it.]

Roses, you're as adorable as ever. How is everything?

[hopefullyyours]

[Komaeda is probably somewhere near the kitchen, inspecting a series of small dots on paper towels with a very serious expression. On a second look, the herbs strung up drying above his head probably suggest that he's not looking at very three-dimensional commas, but seeds.]

Hmmm.... [He definitely can hear somebody passing by, and based on the sound of the tread he can guess who it is. Komaeda squints a little more closely at the specks of would-be plant, hoping he's not imagining the very slight line of white he can see on one.]

[merchantprince]

[That's an... interesting project. Varric is glad he's still alive, but still a bit unnerved by his presence. So it goes.]

What are you up to, Ghost?

[dawnwillcome]

Thank the creators, I was starting to think you were going to leave me to wrangle all these humans from Thedas by myself. How are you feeling?

[merchantprince]

[He chuckles warmly.] You ever wake up covered in dust? It's a thing. I'm surprised I'm not sneezing my way across the ship.