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driftfleet2015-03-26 02:19 pm
merchantprince) wrote in driftfleet2015-03-26 02:19 pm
action/video ♪ tfw no bianca
Who: Varric and open
Broadcast: Video, and open!
Action: The Huntress crew & visitors.
When: The end of March (after dragon stuff I guess?)
[action;]
[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.]
[video;]
[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.
Broadcast: Video, and open!
Action: The Huntress crew & visitors.
When: The end of March (after dragon stuff I guess?)
[action;]
[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.]
[video;]
[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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A businessman could consist of a great many things - might I ask what type of business you run? [ oh you sweet summer child. ]
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Oh, you know, a little of this and a little of that. I'm part of the Merchant's Guild... which is less like a guild and more like a pit of passive-aggressive vipers all trying to rip each other off.
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Sounds like quite the interesting 'guild,' [ since that's the word he used, and she can hardly think of something befitting 'passive aggressive vipers trying to rip each other off.' she'll just... take his word for it. ] And what about here, in the fleet? Are you in the same... profession, of sorts?
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I could tell you, but then you might end up with ten guards at your door asking if you know anything about a nug-wrangler's missing wife and five crates of smuggled lyrium.
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Ah... perhaps it would be best not to tell me then. I fear I would be of little use to said guards - I do not even know what a nug is ... or lyrium.
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That's right. Just pretend you don't know a thing.
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