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[Open] I don't think you're ready for this jelly

WHO: Alistair and Anders and YOU
WHAT: Alistair tightropes. In a dress. While singing.
WHEN: Kingsway 21st
WHERE: Camp Shady Fucker
NOTES: There will probably be some awful sap because this is Nate's birthday, you've been warned. Otherwise, no warnings anticipated.

~~It's not publicized, but word has a habit of getting out.~~

Zevran has publicized matters, and now it's time for some morale boosting. There's a low tightrope stretched between two trees with a great many chairs, stumps, and logs set up as seating options. Today is the day for someone to earn himself new boots, shirts, and a shield, and it promises to be a show.

Come on up, pull up a seat, and enjoy the entertainment.

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The man had looked large at first glance. Now he's close, and Anders suddenly wonders if this is how Dwarves and elves feel. ...and if the next spectator event could be this guy wrestling Iron Bull.

He also wonders if maybe he should have used slightly more realistic language when speaking with a stranger, but it's too late now. Anders gives him a smile.

"I need help moving what we use to sit on from the campfires to the area around the tightrope, if you didn't mind. I can't manage some of these on my own." A beat, and the smile gets a little tight. Even though this is harmless, someone giving him a hand should probably know who they're helping. "I'm Anders."

"I see! I will gladly help you then!" He laughed and was already moving to help, looking over when he was given the name. A wide grin spread across his face as he lifted up a log onto his shoulder then clapped a hand to the man's shoulder.

"Good day to you, Anders! I am Iskandar. Now I'll have to have you move to the side so I can grab that log there as well, my friend."

It was nicer than just moving the man anyway.

He staggered slightly at the clap to his shoulder, looking surprised for just a moment. A rifter, then, probably, but Anders wasn't about to complain.

"Iskandar," he said with a nod. "Thank you. But..." He halted his objection to stepping out of the way when it sank in that Iskandar was already holding a whole log. Blinking, he moved. "That's certainly... If you don't charge too much we may be interested in getting you to help with improvements to the Kestral house."

Reaching down, he went to lift the other up onto his other shoulder and made sure both were balanced before he looked down at the young man. Hm? He was being offered money to help with improvements somewhere?

"Mmm. I don't really want money actually. Though I suppose if you wanted to charge me something then I'll take food and drink." He gave him a grin, not at all bothered to be offering services basically for free and went to carry the logs over to where the stage seemed to be.

A friendly giant who didn't want pay for possible future construction work. There was a catch somehow. Anders knew it. But there were a bunch of seats to move still and he didn't have the energy to poke around and find it right now. Later.

He grabbed one of the chairs himself, feeling ever-so-slightly inadequate, before following Iskandar.

"Is it a specific food or drink you're after?"

"Anything will do. I've found I seem to require food and drink again so this seems as good an opportunity as any to get some for this future task, wouldn't you agree?"

He grinned back at him then stopped at the setup to look around. The front seemed the best place for these but he decided the blond would know best.

"Where would you like these?"

Require them again. Found to seem to, even, so he... hadn't for a time? Anders blinked yet again, wondering if this was the catch. First, though, he gestured at where the logs could go.

"They'll make decent rows of seating there. And... Again? You require food and drink again? So you didn't for a time?"

Dropping the logs down, he moved them around to arrange them in a proper line. It wasn't until he was done with that that he proceeded with answering the question.

"I am a Spirit. In my world I do not require food nor rest. As long as I have a mage willing to provide me with mana to restore what I cannot create myself, I can exist. This world seems to have changed it so I require food and rest once more. Fascinating, isn't it?"

He laughed then brushed his hands off before marching over to grab some more seating for Anders.

A spirit who needs a mage. Not just the Outsider, who is a spirit, but one who actually needs a mage. It's a little disquieting. Anders has found the catch.

"Do you still need a mage? I wouldn't... I wouldn't tell many people, if that's the case." Maybe somehow Iskandar just needed food and drink, though Anders wasn't sure why that would be the case.

"Hm? If I still needed a mage I would have already asked for one or faded. That is why I said I require food, drink, and rest now. It seems to be my body has come to require new things!"

He laughed then waved his hand as if to just brush it off. He had no idea why he should keep that hidden. Besides, it wasn't even an issue these days. A Spirit he still was but he was one who could function independently. He really rather enjoyed the freedom of it!

"What is this show for, by the way?" he asked as he lifted an uprooted stump up onto his shoulder with a grin on his face.

That was a relief, at least, and physically as well as mentally. He hadn't realized he still had quite so many hang-ups from Justice until the knots started easing. Maybe he really wasn't ready to think about working with another spirit, or maybe he needed to buckle down and work past it.

"Morale, really. The Inquisition's suffered some losses of late, and there's a lot of war left ahead of us. A fairly well-respected man is going to wear a dress and walk on a tightrope. ...But it's also because today is my boyfriend's birthday, and he's not the tightrope-walker's biggest fan."

He burst out laughing at the answer. That was just the sort of thing he loved to hear, every last detail there. Adjusting the stump, he grinned down at him then clapped a hand to his shoulder. "Then if you are the one to have set this up you are a wonder to us all, my friend. It pleases me to help you with this!"

Another clap and he went to dump the piece of wood down before clapping his hands together to clean them. "When does this begin? I'd love the chance to behold this!"

He had to take a step at the clap to his shoulder, there was a lot of force behind it, but then Iskandar got a bit of a smile.

"The tightrope-walker left an opening as a joke, I joked back, and it fell into place. But I'm glad it pleases, and this will be starting in a couple of hour's time. I didn't think I'd need this much seating, but then someone else decided to announce it."

"I think you underestimate the desire people have for a good laugh, my friend."

Iskandar planted his hands on his hips as he looked over everything, mentally counting how many seats were available. Even if there wasn't enough people were sure to stand or sit on the very ground. There really wasn't going to be much in the way of stopping someone who wanted to see something amusing.

"I was going to see to my horse to see how he fares in these stables but I might see this then go to him after. I'd invite you to meet him but I am sure you have quite the birthday gift to give to someone." That last comment was followed by a wink from the large man.

That's forward, and the type of forward Anders is far more used to hearing from Zevran than anyone who towers over him. His expression is very amused.

"Another time I'll meet him." He does have a present he owes Nate, several of them, and one of them is exactly what the man seems to think.

"Thank you for your help here. This will make it much easier."

"It was my pleasure, my friend! You seem a fine young man so naturally I had to see to it that I aided my new friend in his endeavor!"

He reached out to clap him on the shoulder with a big laugh. Really he liked this man already. He seemed like he would be a fine friend to have!

"Have you a need for anything else my muscles can provide?"

His friend. They'd see how long that lasted, before Iskandar started hearing stories, but for now Anders will allow it. He's in too good a mood to argue the designation with the guy. Especially at the question. Maker, if Iskandar had been here several months ago the answer to that would have been the fastest yes the man's likely ever heard. As it is? Anders is content.

"I'm good, thank you. I'll see you later, I'm quite certain." It would be impossible to miss Iskandar in a city-sized crowd, and the event tonight won't have that many.

"Until then!" He gave him a large grin before moving off to grab himself a seat. Might as well get a good spot toward the back so that way all the smaller people could enjoy the view without him in the way!

He'd have to look for Anders again another day to make sure that he got to know him better because he already liked the man.

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