[closed] had a falling out with a window

[seesobserves]

WHO: Sherlock, the Valo-Kas, Kirk
WHAT: The Fade sure was a thing, and now everyone needs a drink. Even those who are only hearing about it after the fact.
WHEN: Early Justinian
WHERE: On the road back from the Approach to Skyhold? (as long as that works for everyone)
NOTES: Pseudo-party-post. No real tagging order, feel free to make new threads for side conversations.

Perched on the half-crumbled wall of a ruin, Sherlock had stood and watched the larger part of the Western Approach expedition get sucked into a rift. He'd been at a distance from them, part of a small band of scouts tasked with keeping watch, with picking off any stray threats that managed to get past the initial assault. In the end, watching was all he'd been able to do.

The fact that any of them made it out, much less the entire group, is astonishing. The Fade has always been something foreign to Sherlock, something relegated to the world of dreams and of mages, neither of which he concerns himself with too heavily. If the possibility exists, no matter how anomalous, that he might get pulled into it one day? He'd better start getting acquainted.

As much as he wants the details to remain coherent, he's willing to concede that alcohol may be necessary to the facilitation of his questioning. As much as he wants to keep his head, he may require a bit of liquid courage to keep his nerves from shaking.

They're sitting around the campfire, and Sherlock is nursing his cup slowly. For now. All the better to get used to the burn of maraas-lok.

"What did you see?" he asks, "When you were first pulled into the Fade?" He knows what he saw, for a half an instant, while the rift had opened wide — what he thought he saw. He wonders if their stories will be consistent, even with one another.

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[universal_charm]

"Sympathetic magic," Kirk said, his words taking on a bit of a slur now, cheeks hot.

He looked to Lena and tossed her a pout - as pretty as he could make it in his state. "Aw, already? But we've only just sat down." He looked to Korrin now, holding his hand to his mouth briefly to hide a hiccup that shook his shoulders sharply, a sudden flash of worry creasing his brows.

"It can't touch is in our dreams, can it?" he asked. "That place, that thing. It can't touch us here."

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin shakes her head. "Not like what you're thinking. You're not a mage, you won't remember your time in the Fade. If anyone here does, it'll be me. Yay for being a special snowflake."

Standing up to slap Lena on the back when she starts coughing, she nods and slips that arm around her friend's shoulders to give a quick squeeze. "Go crash, and in the morning I'd better hear that you don't remember a damn thing."

[fightingdirty]

Kirk, pretty pouts do nothing for Lena. Right now nothing is going to entice her to stay, least of all pretty boys she could probably throw into a wall.

But Korrin at least gets an arm briefly around her waist in return and a nod. Chances are, even if Lena does remember her nightmares, she'll lie about it. No sense letting Korrin think her drink did nothing.

"Night," she tells her, before heading off to her tent.