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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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[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. ]

[merchantprince]

[He didn't know Merrill left. It hits him harder than he would've expected, makes his expression darken.] Oh. That's rough.

[He glances away for a moment, shuffles something aside.] They probably just sent her back home. I'm sure she's fine. [Lonely and maladjusted, but there's only so much Varric can do to help her.]

[wolfuncaged]

I looked for her in the forests here, most of the Dalish took off in that direction. [His tone is dismissive. Elves, man. What's up with that? ] I saw no sign of her. Her name wasn't on the crew lists, either.

[Fenris may not be able to read much, but he has damn well learned the names of people who matter to him.]

Chances are she has been sent back to Thedas. [OK, he'll try at comfort, even if it comes out all awkward and clinical as usual. ] I'm sure she will be fine, Varric.

[There there? ]

[merchantprince]

[Trying to get emotionally stunted people to comfort each other sure is an adventure. The awkwardness is palpable, enough that Varric tries to steer the conversation away from it.]

If Hawke's here, we'll have to add another chair for Wicked Grace. Stakes will be higher. Think you're up for it?

[wolfuncaged]

[Yes, good. This is a much easier conversation topic. ]

You know I'd never miss it, Varric. One day, I might win back some dignity lost at previous games.

Or at least some coin.

[merchantprince]

[BURY THE SADNESS]

Maybe if you make eyes at Hawke he'll hand over his winnings.

[Some things never change.]

[wolfuncaged]

I don't make eyes at Hawke.

[There are NO PUPPY EYES. Except maybe for Dorian. But he will still deny they exist.]

Besides, why go to that effort when you can just get him drunk enough to start talking about turning into a dragon again? That's distraction enough.

[merchantprince]

Sure you don't.

[There are so many puppy eyes, don't lie, Fenris.]

You'd think Hawke start expecting that by now, seeing as it's been used before. If you think he's getting wise I'll grab some of the harder stuff.

[wolfuncaged]

[Just gonna...ignore that. Yep.]

When it comes to dragons, and the possibility of turning into one of them, I don't think Hawke will ever get wise. But it might not be a bad idea, all the same.