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[obi_wanmanshow]

WHO: Character(s)
WHAT: Catch-All Log for pre-Orlais Solace
WHEN: Pre-Orlais, various
WHERE: Skyhold, various
NOTES: References this a lot.

I. a few of my favorite things
Skyhold is nothing like a ruin. Standing proud above the valley, it did nothing so undignified as hunch, precarious though its perch on the summit might have seemed-- Skyhold, is no vulture. Still, it has its scars, weak ankles, gaps where none should be, all healing, all being repaired, if slowly. Time heals all living things, and in the sunlight of summer, even the cold mountain air seemed healed of its frost, where it crossed the walls and dipped down into the courtyards and gardens.

It's a beautiful day for a picnic-- a teaparty, rather, and Obi-Wan has taken his tea outside, to meet a friend, and discuss the business of the week. Are you that friend? Yes? No? Would you like to be? Come, sit, bring your gripes, and your small joys. Have a cuppa, or pet the dog, a magnificently large white Mabari that seems to have cornered the local market on begging for scones. Settle in. All, are welcome here.

II.shadowland
In the shadow of Skyhold proper, pushed up under her like an errant kitten, half-forgotten, is the small camp of Grey Wardens. Obi-Wan does not come here often, but more often lately than he has before. More to the point, he's here now, walking with just the same calm intent one might use going down a perfectly clean and well-kept corridor, rather than the uncertain gaps between tents. In his sand-colored robes and not so much as a dagger at his belt, he might seem unarmed, if you had never seen him fight. But maybe that's what the mabari trotting at his heels is for?

He's looking for someone. Maybe you can help him find them, or at least find his way out of your business. Or maybe you are the someone he's looking for?

III. le festine
Obi-Wan steps into the local tavern not without trepidation, though he hides it well. There's always the moment of adjustment, between the cool sunset air of outside, and the warm, life- smelling atmosphere within. A likewise adjustment must be made between the tired, day's-end lives outside and the generally celebratory, or surly, or uninhibited minds within. Still, he endeavors to adapt swiftly, casting over the crowd-- he came here to meet more person than one, and there they are, all clustered in the place of their custom. He crosses the room and takes a seat, settling into the chair even as he drops the burden of a sheaf of paper on the table.

"What a day," he says, more to the ceiling, than to anyone in particular, before straightening up, "Excuse me, that was rude. Good evening."

IV. wildcard me

Comments

X. good company (for Cassandra)

[obi_wanmanshow]

In no way like his first visit to this office, Obi-Wan comes. Alone and unguarded, by his own choice, and in his own time. He knocks, then has to delay himself ensuring that the Mabari following him doesn't simply bull ahead into the room ahead of him. His hissed conversation with no less than a dog is audible through the partially-open door.

Sit. No, you're staying here. Don't give me a look, you-- sit. Now, stay. Think of it as guard-duty.

This last is apparently enough, and he is able, finally, to open the door properly and come in, closing it behind him. He offers Cassandra a look of mixed chagrine and embarrassment.

"I'm sorry about that. Shall we?"

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[gatheringstorm]

Sure, why not? Korrin's not about to turn down an invite with food involved. It's a nice change from meeting at the tavern all the time, anyway. As much as she loves it there, the Vashoth woman enjoys other hang-out places as well, especially those providing a view. This most definitely counts, for the sake of people-watching.

Bringing some fresh hearth cakes from the kitchen to go with said tea, Korrin smiles and waves as she catches sight of the distinguished rifter liaison. Her smile widens upon seeing the white mabari. Good think she brought some jerky with her, too.

"Going native, I see!"

Tavern

[demonicbeauty]

For as long as she could remember, Ariadne had been warned against taverns. Her parents had had practical concerns about it. After all, Alastrians were hunted for sport. It was dangerous to spend too much time in a place where they all congregated. Tahafra had low expectations. He reasoned that anyone who came to a tavern came only to drink, and he cautioned his niece harshly against it.

And then there had been Aunt Lysia's warnings about taverns. They'd come much later in Ariadne's life, when she grew into her looks.

Apparently, men were all pigs who would take advantage of her.

Ariadne was skeptical at best.

Anyway, she liked the tavern. It was a meetingplace of sorts for the Rifters. And it reminded her of Marcel. Most importantly, it was a fascinating place to just sit and...overhear things. Ariadne was frightfully good at eavesdropping. And sometimes, she could hear stories that made it very, very worthwhile.

Nothing of the sort this evening, unfortunately. But she perked up a little when Obi-Wan arrived. She had a lot of questions for him.

iii;

[arcaneadvisor]

Rarely does Morrigan drink, usually only late in the evening when she has company but she needs to escape from the silence of her chambers or her study while Kieran is off with friends before her own thoughts threaten to consume her the way they have of late. And to think she came to the Inquisition in the first place hoping for a place to work without interruption. If things with Leliana weren't-- well, if they weren't what they are then she might be able to laugh about it but with her dark red wine, tucked in a corner, all she can think about are her cold hands, how small she looks, those terrible marks on her throat.

"I quite understand," she murmurs in agreement to him because today has been a day in a succession of days, but there's a smile of sorts on her face. "The sort of day where I wish I had a chevalier I might set ablaze, tis an amusing sight as they decide what honour dictates they must do."

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[ichaer]

Despite conditions the camp was more homely than Weisshaupt had ever been. The tent she shares with Inessa has begun to feel more lived in and they have added small touches to make it feel more their own than some rutty tent in the middle of more tents. The company of other Grey Wardens is also, surprisingly, not as awful as she thought it might have been at first after everything that had happened.

She is leaving her tent, intent on going riding with Kelpie when she spots him and pauses. He is a hard to miss with the sand-colored robes standing out among their blue and grey armor. Finishing the braid in her hair, she lets her hands fall and approaches curiously.

"Are you looking for someone?" It was the only viable option Ciri could imagine since it wasn't like anyone was just going to be taking joy walks through their camp.

i. tea and smols.

[elegiaque]

Gwenaëlle is not Obi-Wan's friend.

--and she also doesn't know him by sight, so there is little hesitation when Kieran changes course from their path up toward where her apartments are, a wry smile of tight friendliness spared in his direction in the hopes that they will not be scolded when she gives Kieran the nod and he drops down by Padawan to bestow such pettings. They don't have any scones, unfortunately, Gwenaëlle burdened instead by the pile of books they collected from the library earlier, but when Kieran turns pleading eyes on her she tilts so he can fish the dried meat she'd brought for snacks out of the pockets hidden in her skirts.

"Is - he? Or she? Allowed?" The meat, she means, turning the question and her attention to Obi-Wan properly. Her voice is as distinct as her face, the sharp edges of it rendered serenely on the pamphlets of her editorial now softened by her fondness for the boy apparently in her charge.

i.

[chainlightning]

Merrill is, as a matter of fact, that friend. She's a bit slower than usual today, her insides still sensitive from when Justice tried to make them her outsides, but Barkley darts forward to excitedly sniff at Padawan and wiggle his entire body in excitement (despite the fact that he probably looks like a rather large snack for a mabari). Merrill lets him -- there isn't much she can do to stop him at the moment anyway, especially since she's using her staff as a walking stick.

Not that you'll hear her complain much. In fact, she lifts her opposite hand to send Obi-Wan a cheerful wave. "It's rather lovely out, isn't it?"

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[universal_charm]

Kirk had begun to take to coming down to the encampment more often, both to bring supplies, as well as offer other services and help - for free, of course. Pitching tents up, hauling water, helping cook (though his skills were questionable in that arena), or sometimes sitting with the children and helping them learn to read and write, or learn to play some new games and keep them occupied for the parents. He couldn't imagine what it must be like, being forced from your home in an effort to live. Sure he had been dropped here, a stranger in a strange land, but he hardly found his situation comparable.

He had finished up a lesson with the children for the day, having been working on simple sums, and giving out little treats for their good word. He slipped his books into his pack and turned to start out when he spotted Obi Wan making his way down one of the "roads" between tents. He raised his hand in greeting to the man, moving to take up step beside him.

"What brings you out here, Obi-Wan?" he asked him casually, curious as he knew so little of the man.