( open ) like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins

[eviscerates]

WHO: Ruby Lucas & open.
WHAT: Following the events of the missing shard bearer plot (here) Ruby insists on being taken to the dungeons and held there until she is fully detoxed from lyrium.
WHEN: From a gently timey-wimey point in mid-September to early October, at least. She may be in the dungeons longer, depends a bit.
WHERE: THE DUNGEONS, Skyhold.
NOTES: Rumours page & OOC report details, although the latter is more likely pertinent to people who were on the mission/were told about the mission directly/the advisors than general gossip. Alsi new cr is welcome! Ruby's info sheet is here.
WARNINGS: Horror themes! Reference to the events of the shard bearer plot, which include the Wolf attacking and eating people, forced lyrium ingestion, hallucinations, death, violence, torture.

She’s never forgotten that she’s a monster, that the people of Storybrooke had been ready to take up arms against her. Ruby Lucas wasn’t the sweet girl who remembered your coffee order and fixed you whiskey neat from the top shelf on a bad day. She was a vicious, wild thing. The Big Bad Wolf.

After the mission she told them to kill her or shackle her, and when she arrived back to Skyhold she refused to go to the medical tents. It wasn’t worth the risk - keep her locked up, keep her cloak bound across her throat so she couldn’t pull it away during a delirium. She had to stay in at least a month, she had to try and keep people safe.

The first two weeks she’s still recovering from her injuries and the lyrium is still distorting her memories and thoughts and what she sees, leaves her with a constant thirst and the unhealthy pallor in her skin is obvious. Treating the injuries will be ongoing, but the first week she sleeps almost constantly, and the second she is struggling with memories. If people visit during this time there is ever chance of her mind taking flashes from other people’s memories though she can’t make sense of much of anything.

After that she can be found in different states.

She might sit on the floor with her hands through the bars, putting together the most basic, non-volatile components and mechanisms for traps, setting then all in a box to be taken to the Requisition officer.

She might be standing with rotten fruit sliding down the side of her face and splattered across her clothes, perfectly still. Either the guard just hauled the offending fruit thrower who posed as a visitor out, or they might have been distracted by another job so the produce producers are there to be chased off. Unless your character would throw fruit? But then they might be hauled away.
(Note: probably only two of this one unless we work something particular out, just because I don’t want to undermine the efficiency of the Inquisition’s guards at protecting prisoners, even willing ones.)

Ruby may have stripped down some and be treating her wounds and attempting to change dressings and apply poultices, because healers shouldn’t have to go into her cell, as far as she’s concerned. Vicious puncture wounds dot her skin, perfect circular marks that are mostly uniform, but vary in size here and there. There is a jagged gash over her ribs and a burn across the other side, which make her hiss as she tries to pull the rank dressing away.

Or maybe she’s just sitting or lying down on her side, defeated and curled inward.

Wildcards welcome, pick your own location-limited adventure and give me an idea of timeframe/if you are okay with Ruby picking up memories or not if it’s set during the first couple of weeks.

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[motherfucking_ghost]

"Is that your nickname for her, Captain? Here I've just been focused on snow puns. Although, y'know, Captain Cold, that's always one." He does not at all mind talking about Adelaide, especially if it makes Ruby give a Ruby smile. "She likes to pretend she's a hardass. And she is a hardass. But a hardass that likes the sillier things in life, even if she'll never say it."

Rather than looking wary at the idea of being involved in helping make sure an unsanctioned boozery in Skyhold's basement doesn't explode catastrophically and set everything on fire, Church looks actually rather excited, bright-eyed (and had he a tail, bushy-tailed), a slick edge to his lopsided grin. "Oh my god. I am so down for cranking out moonshine and supplying the tavern and booze running like it's the fucking prohibition, but minus all the legal trouble since Skyhold's not dry. I'll keep it hushed up until you're ready to make your move." Meaning when she's healed more and not locked up in a cell.

[eviscerates]

Ruby huffs out a sound that, very optimistically, if you peered at it, could be taken for a laugh. Amused exhalations, the sound of the future. "Hey, I've got dibs on Captain. Pretty sure I copyrighted it." Does Thedas even have copyright? For that matter, did the Enchanted Forest have copyright? "She does. Just have a whole lot of puns ready, one time, and casually work them into conversation. It's worth it."

Not that Ruby had been casual or subtle about pun landslide or pun landslide ii: this time it's personal, but that's a detail she's pretty happy to ignore.

"Careful, enthusiasm like that and I might just recruit you as my partner in crime." Or, you know, legitimate business.

[motherfucking_ghost]

"See, I'm not that great with puns, mostly just nicknames and super lame jokes. But now I'll have to specifically craft some up to throw at her..." No, he's mostly just about the avalanche of dumb nicknames, none of which stick, and Captain Cold's a DC, so there, it's not a problem if he sticks Cold on the end of that!!!

"I'm pretty sure if you're entrusting me to your semi-secret, unsanctioned basement distillery, I'm at least an accessory if not full on partner."

[eviscerates]

"Accessory makes you sound like a sparkly tiara," she replies, faintly dry. "Which suits you, actually."

As soon as she can figure it out she will get him one, to celebrate his role as accessory to booze making.

"But fine. How about you think of whatever booze you've been missing since you got here, and I'll work on researching and trying to remember stuff from home, and maybe I can figure out a way to make it when I'm out. Deal?"

[motherfucking_ghost]

And he will protest, and bitch, and moan, and then wear it for Ruby and declare himself the most handsome princess. The bar fairy. For now, he wrinkles up his nose. "A sparkly tiara suits me? Big burly starman like me? Soldiers don't wear tiaras. We wear helmets, and do manly things, like shoot people, or curse a lot, or show off rad battle scars." So there, nyeh.

"I...huh." He has to think about that. He hasn't really...had any. He's got a few vague memories of drinks, memories that he knows now aren't his, and they didn't really have any drinks out in the middle of the Ass End of Nowhere. Which means, technically speaking, what he's had here in Thedas is all he's ever had. That's kinda weird. "Y'know what, you just do you and your gin and schnapps, and if anyone Rifter-y has any requests, I'll pass 'em along. You can jot down recipes and shit on that paper I'm totally getting you once I get up off this floor."

[eviscerates]

"You know what? If my friend Snow ever turns up here, she can tell you exactly how badass someone who wears a tiara can be." She pauses, and reconsiders. "Well, actually I can't think of a time where she ever wore a tiara in battle and she's never been a big crown person but she is the queen and she could wear a tiara if she wanted to, while swinging swords and shooting arrows."

It's still not as animated as she might have been previously, there's a flatness to her tone and she's struggling with energy, and even with that the memory of Snow is a good thing.

"Sounds like a deal." A little smile. "Remind me to fix you some cocktails when I've got the supplies sorted."