[ open?? closed? schrödinger's log?? ] heroes always get remembered

[goodforsaken]

WHO: Lex Luthor, assorted guest stars, and YOU??
WHAT: General intro purposes? Get you some arms and armor made, Inquisition! Geek out in the library! Be confused by the incongruous noble all up in the Undercroft!
WHEN: Approximately now - the end of August.
WHERE: Skyhold: the Undercroft + Library + the buffet option
NOTES: Starters in comments. As it stands no warnings are required; I'll edit here a/o subject lines if that changes. Here is Lex's info post for anyone who'd like to run with the idea that they've heard of him/had contact before!

Being possessed of the incredibly informed opinion most not!Orlesians have of Orlais when they've only ever visited and spoken mostly to people wearing silly hats, Lex is more than comfortable with his first forays into the Inquisition taking place in Skyhold and not Halamshiral. That's where he's ultimately most useful anyway; he suffers no illusions regarding any diplomatic capabilities that don't involve ensnaring largeish globs of money.

The day side ....globbage occurs, however, is not this day or, nor is it whatever other days this log ends up involving. No, instead here we are in Skyhold, where Lex's general occupancy encompasses the following:

Comments

[doneisdone]

Compared to some, he is one!

At his silent greeting, Teren offers a wry look-- it seems to say, yes, hello, Ser Thinks-He's-Clever. Not that she has any inkling of what that could even mean, but she's a person who trusts her intuition.
If he holds her gaze, she nudges her head toward her table, inviting him to come up so they can meet properly.

[goodforsaken]

That and he plays goodness aren't I boyish and folksy and harmless to the absolute hilt, not that it's fooling anyone around here, probably.

...which is to say her intuition is pretty good. In fairness he comes by it honestly, but--yeah. Still blindingly accurate. Despite all the projecting amicability he's not actually in here because he wants to socialize - he is in fact in here so he can buy alcohol and then not do that - but that's difficult to convey from down here, and he doesn't know what she wants, so. He taps his chest in genteel shock - who, little old me? - and ambles up, brows still all expressive, blue eyes incisive and bright.

"You weren't roundaboutly inquiring if I have anything to be mended, I hope." It's dry, but also not like, entirely a joke (in lieu of a greeting), because he and social cues are not always the very best of friends, and she does have her work out and stuff, so! Interaction is confusing. x_x

[doneisdone]

His innocent act has Teren rolling her eyes, but she nods, not too enthusiastically. Her expression is stoic until he approaches her table, where she smirks at him the moment he opens his mouth.
"You're everywhere," she observes, dodging his joke, "someone's errand boy?"

[goodforsaken]

Ooh, scrutiny. "Have you ever seen me deliver anything?" he inquires, not ...particularly stoically. He's not hard to read because he's inexpressive, it's because generally about 40 different expressions are just hanging out, making relatively little sense in tandem with one another.

[doneisdone]

Teren snorts. "No," she says lightly, not seeming to mind his tone or oddness of expression.
"You're not doing anything," she decides, and without hesitation, tosses him one end of a measuring tape. "Hold this, I need more hands than two."