faderift | I'm one card short of a full deck, I'm not quite the shilling [open]

WHO: Jefferson and YOU.
WHAT: The hatter's settling in at Skyhold. Well. As settled as he can be. The guy's kind of twitchy.
WHEN: Latter part of Solace
WHERE: Skyhold and all associated locales.
NOTES: Will add warnings as needed.

They've been shepherded to this keep in the middle of the mountain range with the promise that they aren't the only ones. That they're working on a way to send them all back home again. It's more than he expected, the courtesy and hospitality, even if some of the people in the keep give them wary looks. There have been incidents. The extent of which he's not sure, but it's not a surprise. Traveling between worlds is tricky at the best of times.

And it's never left him with a souvenir like this one. The mark feels like an invasion, like corruption, and it makes his skin crawl. Occasionally he's taken to rubbing at the green mark on his hand, sometimes without noticing that he's doing it. It's done nothing to improve his already rather nervous temperament.

Still, best thing to do for the moment is try to adapt. Don't draw too much attention, observe the goings on in the castle. He keeps his distance from the soldiers and the training ring, though he does on occasion stop to watch. He flits into the tavern and out again, able to overhear some decent bits of gossip.

There's also a library, as it turns out. It's doubtful there'd be anything of use as far as getting them home, or surely they would have found it by now, but it can't hurt to have a look on the sly. He's not quite sure if 'Rifters' are allowed to go poking through their things, so he does so when there are relatively few people around.

This isn't quite the prison he expected it to be. But that doesn't change the fact that once again, he's been torn away from his daughter. That's a bitter pill to swallow, no matter how scenic the vistas or friendly the people.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"They're not that different from anywhere else then. History tends to be written by the winners," Jefferson countered wryly, eyes flickering down to the shard in the man's hand before nodding quietly. Another rifter then.

The corner of his mouth twitched, faintly.

"So long as they're the ones to send us home, I'm not feeling too picky about that, honestly."

He let the wrap slip back into place, that particular message sent.

"Heh, well, I can't really argue with that. I don't think I'd be that picky either, if we did find a way home. Though I might have to second guess if it meant walking through the Fade again," he shuddered, like a cold, dead hand had slid up the back of his spine.

"The Fade."

He's gathered some information, some world that has an odd tie to this one directly. Like two sides of a coin. But the key word in that sentence -- again -- strikes him.

"Sorry if I'm prying, but...I've heard it's only possible to visit that realm in dreams." Jefferson cocks his head, blue eyes glinting with curiosity.

"The mages go there in their dreams at night, if I have the explanation given to me right," he nodded. "But somehow we all ended up in, by trying to close a large Rift. We had to fight this giant spider demon that preyed on and used our fears against us."

He stopped, going a touch pale and green at the same time, a shudder rolling through him.

"It wasn't pleasant, to say the least. Not recommended, at all."

"Really. I'd think it sounds like a grand time."

Notice the deadpan tone when he said that. Mark it well. It wouldn't be the last time he employed it.

Still, it wasn't the strangest thing he'd ever heard of, and he looked less horrified than he did curious about the whole affair, teeth worrying between his lower lip. "So the larger Rifts still work to move people to other realms? In this case, the one most connected to this one?"

Or maybe it only ever went to the Fade. Didn't explain how it had managed to pull them through, unless the Fade itself was some kind of crossroads...possible. Dreamworlds did sometimes have that quality about them.

Oh, he was one of those. Well, he can appreciate it. A lot about this place deserved that kind of tone, honestly.

"The larger Rifts can, from my understand, or drop items through. They do, mostly seem to lead to this one place called the Fade. Which, in my estimation, isn't a demon or spirit realm so much as another dimension entirely. As for how, exactly they work? That I can't tell you - otherwise I would be home already."

But he thought the other probably figured that by now. Still, it was worth mentioning.

"How long have you been in Skyhold?" he asked.

"A few weeks."

Not nearly long enough to solve the mystery, as it were. That's not going to stop him from trying, of course.

Jefferson sighed, cocking his head slightly and earning a faint 'popping' noise. Alright, he'd been at this for a while now. Perhaps it was time to lay down the books for a time and try another source of information. His gaze flicked once quickly over Kirk, taking full assessment. He seemed the helpful sort.

Helpful is useful. A tight smile tugged into place as he offered a hand out.

"The name's Jefferson."

No, not nearly long enough, but Kirk was with him in continuing to try. It was always in the back of his mind, the desire to go home, to find the way, even when he was distracted with more pressing and immediate issues facing this world. What? He was a helper, he just couldn't keep his nose well out of it.

"Jim Kirk," Kirk nodded his head in greeting and held out his hand for a shake. "Rifter, from Earth, if I didn't say so before."

I'm one card short of a full deck, I'm not quite the shilling [open]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject