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

[justice_is_blond]

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.

Comments

[byblow]

Alistair's attention is still on the crowd (he's never even met some of these people before, his name wasn't mentioned, why do they care), but he glances sideways at her when she talks, then does a double-take and gives her serious expression a more thorough examination.

"Beleth," he says, at length, standing there in his dress and rather fetching make-up, "you're being weird."

[arlathvhen]

She isn't sure whether to be insulted, embarrassed, or hurt, and for a moment she just stands there, hands on her hips, staring at Alistair with a scandalized expression. Then after thinking on it, she concludes that she was being weird, and sighs, dropping her hands to her side.

"Sorry, I just--" She pauses, as she tries to decide how to phrase her emotions, in a way that isn't yet more weird. "--don't want you to feel obligated." She concludes, and after a moment, reaches up to start fussing with his hair. "Or to give people the impression that Wardens are forbidden brushes or combs. I know you have them, Alistair." Diversions were Alistair's specialty, but Beleth was getting better at them.

[byblow]

"You take that back," Alistair says. He endures the fussing without trying to move away. It's hardly the worst he's endured today, what with the eyeliner. "I'm Fereldan." A beat. "And I volunteered. Not for all of it, but--the basic concept. Don't worry about me."