[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.

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[justice_is_blond]

He raises an eyebrow back, still amused. He's heard of how they met... but he's heard it from Jonas, a grand tale of how Jonas was masterful and impressive and basically took everyone down by himself, something that got a little amended when Oghren complained and gained the Dwarf a co-starring role. Anders didn't put a lot of stock in it.

"You love the cold." After he repeats it, disbelieving, he wonders if that might be true. Alistair is Fereldan. He might like the cold. "Fereldans. Why do I always wind up around so many of you? Nobody should like the cold. It's cold."

Far better to pick something safe to tease about.