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driftfleet2018-01-20 11:18 am
wolfehawke) wrote in driftfleet2018-01-20 11:18 am
Do pigeons have feelings?
Who: Adalwolfe Hawke
Broadcast: Yes, video
Action: Yes, Malum or Tourist.
When: In the wee hours of the morning, during drift week
Stop me if you've heard this one.
[Hello fleet, it's a very drunk Adalwolfe Hawke on your feed tonight. Which is weird because usually he doesn't make drunk posts, but hey it's been a hard wee- no, mont-... year? No, not long enough.
Life. It's been a hard life. And sometimes that catches up with him, so hooray alcohol and existential 2am thoughts.]
But, right, so, some people in the fleet are from earlier that other people in the fleet from the same versh.. version of the same world, right? So then would them changing someone when they get back - or if I guess 'cause who knows - would them changing a big thing then change that thing for the people here from later there? If say... Idunno, I was from before all the stuff and decided not to go to Kirkwall, would other stuff have happened instead of my stuff? Would that change all the... the stuff?
[Maker he needs Varric or Carver to translate his drunkspeech. He's not so far gone that he can't tell he's making the least amount of sense.]
Or if-if... I dunno if I should say that nevermind, but you all get my point, right? Is it set in stone? Or is it like... all these different Thedaseses that everyone is from, they just get made when something else changed so it still happened but the other thing happened too, somehow? Uh.
[He frowns into his mug. These are very murky, complicated thoughts. Clearly he needs to wash them off with more alcohol.]
Were we meant to do things or do things just happen even if we don't do anything? You get what I'm trying to say, right?
[Someone? Anyone?]
Broadcast: Yes, video
Action: Yes, Malum or Tourist.
When: In the wee hours of the morning, during drift week
Stop me if you've heard this one.
[Hello fleet, it's a very drunk Adalwolfe Hawke on your feed tonight. Which is weird because usually he doesn't make drunk posts, but hey it's been a hard wee- no, mont-... year? No, not long enough.
Life. It's been a hard life. And sometimes that catches up with him, so hooray alcohol and existential 2am thoughts.]
But, right, so, some people in the fleet are from earlier that other people in the fleet from the same versh.. version of the same world, right? So then would them changing someone when they get back - or if I guess 'cause who knows - would them changing a big thing then change that thing for the people here from later there? If say... Idunno, I was from before all the stuff and decided not to go to Kirkwall, would other stuff have happened instead of my stuff? Would that change all the... the stuff?
[Maker he needs Varric or Carver to translate his drunkspeech. He's not so far gone that he can't tell he's making the least amount of sense.]
Or if-if... I dunno if I should say that nevermind, but you all get my point, right? Is it set in stone? Or is it like... all these different Thedaseses that everyone is from, they just get made when something else changed so it still happened but the other thing happened too, somehow? Uh.
[He frowns into his mug. These are very murky, complicated thoughts. Clearly he needs to wash them off with more alcohol.]
Were we meant to do things or do things just happen even if we don't do anything? You get what I'm trying to say, right?
[Someone? Anyone?]
no subject
I don't mind. Really, I don't. I appreciate the chance to take care of you. [Anders usually responded one of two ways when it came to dealing with his own emotions: either working until exhaustion won out or simply not moving from their bed at all until dragged from it for his own good. He tended towards the former, especially once the first intense wave of not dealing with things passes. Fussing over Hawke counted as keeping busy and it was hardly a chore for him.]
What thoughts plague you, my love.