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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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[MUST PROTECT HAWKE AT ALL COSTS.]

Trust me, Hawke is well aware of what he's dealing with. [He just doesn't... make the best decisions. Like uh, helping Anders set up the bomb, that's. A thing...

He sighs a bit, realizing this is going nowhere. It's not like he wants to stand up for Anders, so he's not. As usual, Varric is mostly concerned about Hawke in this whole mess.]

Speaking of magic, there's at least one person on the ship-- our ship-- who can use it. Apparently mages don't get possessed by demons on other worlds. Can I trust you not to give people a hard time, Sir Templar?

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I certainly hope so. [He's had enough of things exploding for a lifetime. Maybe two.

At Varric's--request--he sighs, rubbing the knot between his brows.]

I don't--[He sighs again.] I work with mages on a day-to-day basis, t home. I take no issue with the mages here. [As long as they stay out of trouble.] And that's Ex-Templar, to you.

[Varric finally lets up a bit, smirking after a moment. He was unsure at first but talking to Cullen has... affirmed something. That he's really not a piece of shit like every other templar (minus that one kid they pulled out of the blood magic bullshit).]

I figured-- but I had to give you a hard time anyway. I give everyone a hard time. It's my job.

[He pauses.]

I do have a question for you, though.

Was the Hawke you met, uh, a woman? I'm starting to wonder if I made the whole thing up.

The one I knew was a woman, as well. From my understanding, along with timeline differences, there can be alternate... lines altogether.

Yeah, the broody elf told me. I was all, "I'll believe it when I see it." And then I saw it. [He rubs his chin.] He looks just like his brother. It really threw me for a loop. A Hawke's a Hawke though; I bet he'll end up pissing off whoever runs this show in about a month.

[Cullen is quiet for a time, thinking about timelines and how little it all matters, ultimately. No use in causing undue distress.]

A strange predicament we've fond ourselves in.

[There really isn't. Varric is the type to roll with things, no matter how much he grumbles and says otherwise.]

That's an understatement.

By the way, you're welcome to try the wine I brought back from the moons. I think you and I are the only people old enough to drink on this damn ship.

There's some harder stuff, too, but some of it tastes like the crap that comes out of the drink dispenser. Fair warning.

I've... noticed, with the ages. But thank you, Varric.

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