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driftfleet2015-04-07 07:56 pm
twocomplex) wrote in driftfleet2015-04-07 07:56 pm
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Waystation Mingle Log!
Who: GAME-WIDE MINGLE aka everyone
Broadcast: If you want
Action: The Stations!
When: From 04/05 through the month of April.
[Well, that all sure happened. But at least you have the waystations! Whether you want to stock up on supplies, work, trade, or visit the very fancy Virtual Reality Dome, it's bound to be a nice break from the attacks of the 5th.
Make your own prompts, set up your own Virtual Realities, etc! For reference, the OOC post with info is over here!]
Broadcast: If you want
Action: The Stations!
When: From 04/05 through the month of April.
[Well, that all sure happened. But at least you have the waystations! Whether you want to stock up on supplies, work, trade, or visit the very fancy Virtual Reality Dome, it's bound to be a nice break from the attacks of the 5th.
Make your own prompts, set up your own Virtual Realities, etc! For reference, the OOC post with info is over here!]
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I wouldn't say that. I know how important this place is to you, it makes sense you'd want to see it again.
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Look at me, crying like I'm a child again.
[Dorian sighs, patting the hand on his shoulder. It is reassuring to have her here- Jove was more dear to him than he has words to say.]
Would you care to see something? As I suppose you'll never actually see it.
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It nearly comes out of her mouth, that sentiment. Tevinter is a place she wants no part of as an elven woman with magic, especially after the mess with the Venatori. It's hardly a thing to say out loud to Dorian, though, especially when he's in this state.]
I've seen you upset before, Dorian, this won't change how I think of you.
[But she stands nonetheless, extending both hands to help him to his feet. He is, after all, much larger than she is. She'll need both hands to get him on his feet.]
Do you have something particular in mind?
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[He gestures for her to wait, and walks off, going to the control panel. The scene vanishes, and then, in its place...
It's a large manor, high ceilings and patterned tile floors with carpets in places. Pillars decorate even the insides, and there are lamps, but they're not lit. The home is arranged around the courtyard, with a large, flourishing garden.
Jove is standing in the main hall, and Dorian steps into place next to her after walking back through. The green, red, and golden yellow mosaic on the floor is a peacock, tail fanned out, and in each of the feathers are raised clay half-circles, painted like grey eyes. It's unsettling to walk across it without shoes, and Dorian resolutely leaves his on.
The feeling of the raised eyes used to be a comfort- it meant he was home. Now, he was certain that it would be the same as if he were a visiting Magister in his own childhood home- a grim reminder that House Pavus was watching, and watching every move under its roof.
He let out a shaky breath. The light is low, almost sunset casting shadows through the halls. The walls are painted, abstract geometric designs in some places, but in others are things like constellation charts and arcane patterns- most of them wards. One was, after all, not even safe in their own home, in Tevinter. On the wall of the great hall is a sunburst in green, red, and gold.
But this is just a simulation, and it feels hollow without the constant thrum of the wards, like tense humidity in the air. To him, this feels remarkably hollow.]
Welcome to the villa urbana of House Pavus.
[A smirk pulls at his lips just for a moment, but that's all the heat he can manage.]
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Ill. The only word for it is ill and Jove is certain she must be a little pale, looking around them at what Dorian has conjured. She has to remind herself it was the elves who lead to their own destruction, she knows that now thanks to the Temple, but years of believing one thing don't make it easy to forget in the heat of the moment.
She should be pleased Dorian is showing her this. She focuses on that, on her love for Dorian rather than her discomfort at the idea of being in his family home. She'd be his servant, here. His slave, if she were to have come from Tevinter. He wouldn't have even known better and-
Jove shakes her head and smiles at Dorian, willing it to stick and pleased when it does.]
I should have expected it to be just as flashy as you.
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The halls, empty, fill him with equal parts longing and sadness.]
I...haunted these halls for several months. Before I ran away.
[He swept into a side study, with decanters and a small fireplace, cushions and low sofa scattered in front of it. To the side was a window, curtains billowing in the sunset light. He pushed aside the coverings of the window, thin drapes, and gently grasped the bars that ran across the window. from the outside.]
...perhaps the phrase I should use is not "ran away" but "escaped".