faderift | the dull sound of sharp math when you were alive

WHO: Malcolm Reed OR Rachette Dakal OR Leonard Church AND you
WHAT: Belated August catch-all
WHEN: Alllllll through August
WHERE: Places! Mostly in and around Skyhold, none of them went to do fun Orlais things this month like losers
NOTES: Putting up some general locales and info in the post but it's pretty much a 'do you think you can find them in [insert location]? go hit them'

Malcolm is always a busy body who does his best to lend a hand. He's in noticeably better spirits than last month and, to those that know him, seems to have had his enthusiasm dial nudged up just a hair. Through the days, he can usually be found hanging around Cassandra's office since he is her 'Left Hand'--heading people off before they can get to her, doing some paperwork, in deep discussion with her, etc; sparring and training out with dummies, with people, or with bow targets, showing off his variety of skills with and without weapons, and also training/hanging out with his poodle Milady; nosing around the kitchens where he actually lends a hand with the actual cooking when the mood strikes him; lending a hand on various construction projects through Skyhold and in the valley below; and thumbing through a few less than strictly academic texts in the library. But he's always around somewhere.

Rachette is a little more unpredictable. Sure, she's part of the Inquisition, but she mostly does her own thing, so long as it helps herself out or seems like it's doing something for the group. She can be found honing her skills with some dummies or on various walls and surfaces for flipping around like a true rogue, or helping Zevran's rogue school with their trapping and lockpicking skills, or out in the valley and Hinterlands doing some resource gathering. During the later half of the month, she, too, is noticeably more chipper, making herself stop being a sad and angry lump about Herc, or at least pretending. Has anything gotten lost or stolen lately? She might have it...or know where to look for it.

Church is the same old asshole he always is. Are you a Rifter? He's interested in talking to you. The kitchens are a haunt of his because holy shit food is so great, he'll taste test anything they whip up, and likes trying to snag extra rolls before his knuckles get rapped with a wooden spoon. He's been working on training with his sword and actually making progress. He's hardly a front line soldier, but he's better than completely useless. Any attempts to keep training on the crossbow are...discouraged, since he keeps making no improvements at all. He likes being a nerd in the library, always doing some kind of research or another to try and understand Thedas better. Y'all are fucking wackos, man. Or maybe you've caught him sleeping somewhere. Anywhere. Maybe the stables? He's made friends with plenty of the more horse-like mounts just for napping in hay a lot.

Threaded | Flat

Ariadne had made a point of avoiding the kitchens since her strange conversation with Avery. She was still nipping food, but only off of people's plates now. What they left behind or didn't want. It was just as good, she supposed. And would be less likely to be missed.

She still felt guilty though. So one afternoon, she picked a bundle of flowers from just outside of Skyhold. Tying them up with a pretty, silk ribbon that she'd scavenged, she left them where she hoped Avery would find them.

As she turned to leave the kitchen though, she caught Malcolm's familiar scent and looked for him, finding him at work doing...

...well, something. Ariadne didn't understand cooking at all.

"My lord," she said, offering him a curtsy.

It's been a trying month for Christine. While many in the Inquistion are currently in her home country trying to establish positive relations, Christine stayed at Skyhold to watch over Asher in his final days. Then she traveled to the Avvar hold for his funeral rites, finding herself in a world wholly different from the one she's always known. She expected life to carry on as normal back at Skyhold when she returned, but instead she found a letter waiting for her from her mother. It's the first she's heard from the woman in almost fifteen years, and the news is not good.

The letter feels like a heavy weight in her pocket as she enters the stables, looking for one of the stableboys. When Christine finds him, she checks on his rash, hands him a small jar of ointment, and is set to leave when she spies two legs sticking out from a stall. Worried, she goes to investigate, but what she finds makes her sigh, crossing her arms and shifting her weight.

"Come to nap with your people, have you?"

It had been awhile since Kirk had spoken with Church - the last time had been out in the desert, hadn't it? But he hadn't forgotten about the other, especially since Church seemed just about the only Rifter here who came from a similar advanced world as he did. It had been a relief to talk to someone who understood, who didn't need every off reference explained. Not that Thedosians were stupid, but it often felt like explaining the color purple to a people who did know it.

He caught sight of him practicing and decided to meander over, having completed his own workout with his staff. "Does it feel weird? Training with a sword instead of a gun?" he asked him when the other seemed at a resting point.

Up on the battlements is where Araceli spends much of her time when she isn't busy studying, or doing whatever is expected of a bard student (usually filtered down from someone that's not Leliana since she's a busy woman.) If she isn't running her own lessons, well she prefers being up there to move around to get a good look at what's going on without being seen in return.

A book in her hand from Rivain, it's the sound from below that has her getting to her feet to watch for a time, hunkered on the edge before she calls down.

"You have fine form, well done!"

Malcolm - Kitchens

That asshole, Church { late August }

Space Asshole - Mid August

rachette; honing her skills + maybe some rogue stuff?