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[ OPEN ] Take a Break

WHO: Adelaide & The Healers of the Inquisition & friends
WHAT: Informal gathering, refreshments offered.
WHEN: nowish
WHERE: Skyhold, Orlesian Healing Tents
NOTES: Drinking, swearing, bitching about troublesome patients, etc. Announcement post here

It has been a difficult few months for the Inquisition- terrible battles, dangerous missions, strange illnesses. The Healers are well overdue a moment of semi-organized rest and relaxation. Much as she had before on behalf of the mages nearly a year ago, Adelaide takes the time to arrange for said respite. The Orlesian healing tents have been cleared of the potions, bandages, and poultices in favor of chairs, cushions, and braziers. Lanterns and the odd throw of fur or knit wool warm the space. Having more time to settle in and become established- there is more room, more places to sit, more tables propped up for holding glasses and mugs. The space is open, warm, and inviting with an elegant assortment of copper mugs and porcelain cups set around flat side tables arranged with an assortment of teas, honey, and small pots of cubed sugar and carafes of cream bribed from the kitchen. To one side there are bottles of wine and a small keg or two of ale and mead, tankards and glasses waiting. There are dried fruits and hard cheeses, dried meat and hard crusted bread, butter and sausage and a few odd baked tarts here and there. Across the entrance to the tents there is a sign:

Must be a healer or a friend of a healer for entry. Unless urgent (imminent death) no patients will be taken at this time.

Tacked below was a list of rules:

NO WORKING
Tea and coffee are to the left, wine on the right, food in the center. Please keep things in their proper place.
Don't hog the wine
Don't hog the tea
Don't hog the coffee
Don't hog the food
Serve yourself and whoever else is waiting for a glass
If you finish a bottle open a new one, don't recork it for someone else to find
Brew a fresh pot of coffee or tea when you finish what is available
Clean up after yourselves

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It's been quite some time since the last time they had a gathering like this, the healers taking an unified break to lounge and enjoy each other's company. It had been fun, a bit messy perhaps, but there had been drink, music, and dancing. For a moment, remembering the last gathering has Sam falling silent which catches Kirk's attention. It's easily dismissed though, especially when Sam brings up that he can bring someone with.

Actually arriving, Sam has to take a moment to take everything in, giving an impressed whistle. The area looks completely different, clearly work done with the use of a bit of coin. Going inside Sam is equally impressed, perhaps more so, what with the variety of drinks and food spread out along the tables.

He is quick to grab himself some tea and place some food on a plate before he starts to roam around and see who else has arrived. At some point though he does find himself a cushion on the floor to relax on.

Kirk had indeed noticed Sam's initial quiet earlier in the day, but decided it wasn't something to push in that moment. Later he might ask about it, but the party was one for relaxing and festivities, so why bring it down with cloudy memories? He makes his own rounds at the party, leaving Sam to do the same, though now and then he drifts by and gives Sam a new glass of tea.

When Sam found cushions to lounge on, Kirk was not far behind in joining him, glass of wine in hand for himself and one for Sam, and a light flush to his cheeks.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Every time Kirk comes around to fill his tea, Sam gives a sigh, shaking his head lightly at the man. He was very much able to get his own drink, but he couldn't deny that it was relaxing not to - also rather cute that Kirk was doting on him as he was.

Later on when the Rifter joins him on the cushions he smiles, taking the glass gladly, but not drinking right away. He's still learning to like wine, but not going to outwardly refuse.

"I am. It's nice to see everyone without worrying about stuff." Knock on wood. "Seems you are enjoying yourself rather well." How many glasses have you had, Jim?

It was not all that often, Sam, just when he was close and saw that you could use a refill is all. There was nothing untoward or silly about that, was there?

"It's been good getting to talk to everyone," he hummed, swirling his own glass. "I know we need to savor these moments." He took a sip of his wine and shifted to lean against Sam and the cushions, making himself comfortable. "I made sure I didn't make any work for you tonight."

Just often enough that he's sure others noticed. Nothing wrong with it, just there were a lot of people here. People who liked to talk.

Having Kirk lean into him, Sam shifts to make the spot more comfortable, minding his glass as he did so. The last comment does get an amused snort out of the mage though. "I'm very glad you managed not to hurt yourself."

Well let them talk. At least he didn't much care about rumors, though if someone outright asked he'd set the record straight. Sam didn't seem to mind either, since he wasn't stopping him, and so long as Sam didn't mind neither did he.

He smiled softly when Sam shifted, comfortable now as he watched the other party goers, liking the feeling of it all - relaxed and peaceful if only for a moment.

"It took quite a bit of effort, but I managed - somehow. Bones would be proud, I'm sure."

Hopefully the person asking wouldn't be Adelaide, it might turn into an interrogation. "Well I appreciate that I'm getting to spend the party with you drinking wine, and not in a tent with you treating wounds."

Laughing lightly, Sam takes a drink of his wine, wrinkling his nose just a little before setting the glass to the side so that he could recline a bit more. "Bones being the man on your ship that you named Leonard after?"

"Well, you know, no one's needing saving, and I didn't go outside the walls today, so statistically the chances were much lower." He knew he was - well, not accident prone, but highly likely to acquire an injury of some sort. It was simply how he was, and he couldn't fight it, so he might as well own it.

"Hah, yes, that would be right. Leonard "Bones" McCoy, best CMO in the Fleet," he grinned broadly, clearly proud of his friend even if the thought of him made him a touch homesick. "He doesn't have a mustache though. It's kind of hard to imagine him with one, actually."

Kirk did seem like he had a knack for getting into trouble, or at least finding something that would chase him - remember that sausage vendor? He takes a sip of his tea, chuckling at Jim's ability to make light of his shortcomings. "Perhaps we need to get you a leash of your own?" Just like Nikita's and Leonard's perhaps?

"If he doesn't have a mustache then what made you name the cat after him? And why 'bones'?"

"Are you into that sort of thing now? I do know a good leather worker," he smirked over his wine cup. If you were going to play the blushing game, Sam, you should always be prepared for Kirk to bring his A game.

He grew quiet as he pondered the question. "Well, cats always seemed an ornery type to me, and that reminded me a bit of Leonard. And... and I guess it feels like keeping a bit of them here with me." He shook himself out of the near melancholy, taking another swig of wine. "As for Bones - when we first met, he told me that his wife had left him and left him nothing but his bones. So that's what I called him, kind of as a joke at first, and then it stuck. Plus he's a doctor, so it just worked out neatly that way."

The question has Sam raising a brow curiously to his roommate, not quite catching what he meant. At least until after staring at that smug smirk for a moment, in which Sam promptly does start blushing - but only a little. He was indeed teasing Kirk, but he had not meant it in that way at all.

Course now that thought was in his head... "I don't know," he answers simply to that, keeping his voice low.

Taking another sip of tea as he listens to Kirk speak, Sam smiles softly at the way Kirk talks about his friend. The homesickness is evident in his tone, which only has Sam leaning into Jim more fully, silently offering more comfort. "Do you give everyone you know nicknames?"

It was worth it to see Sam blush. He had a sort of private game going in his head, the essence of which was getting the other to turn different shades of red. The winning blush was the reddest, naturally.

"We'll cover it sometime," he promised, leaving it at that for the sake of propriety at the party. There was getting Sam to blush, and then there was just being uncouth and lewd.

Without thinking he takes the offered comfort, making himself even more comfortable against the other, lulled by heat from his companion and tea and alcohol and good food. "No, not everyone. He was just my first friend in Star Fleet, and is still my best friend."

If they weren't at the party then perhaps he would have continued the conversation, like they usually did when something of the sort came up. Something they could talk about later, one which he's sure Kirk is more then interested to... touch upon. Course now he's having trouble not thinking about Kirk walking around with a leash.

"Sounds like you've done a lot together. Does he work on the Enterprise?"

"He's my CMO - Chief Medical Officer. Basically he runs the entire medical division of my ship, and serves as my personal doctor," he explained. "He's the best in the Fleet, or so I think, and I'm lucky to have him. But you know the funny thing is that he's terrified of space?" He laughed at that, recalling their first conversation, the way he had ranted and raved and yet remained on that ship and gone through the years of training.

"He's saved me more times than I can count, honestly."

"So... kind of like sailing the seas, but being afraid of water?" He doesn't know what space is like, so that is the closest comparison he's got. "How does he manage that?" Sounded like quite the brave person, or just dedicated to his job.

"Saves a lot of lives I bet." Being in charge of medical after all. "Also has his hands full," he says smirking, looking at Kirk at this point - the man was certainly a handful.

"Heh, yeah, that's pretty much exactly it," he nodded. "Complaining, mostly. Focusing on his work. But it makes me respect him, you know? If he's really as afraid as he says, but he still goes out there, still follows me into the unknown..." He trailed off, his fingers tightening around his up cup briefly and sniffing.

"He saved me, more than once. Without him, I wouldn't be here," he said softly, glancing to Sam and smirking again. "I can't deny that. He would reach through space-time and smack me if I did."

"Perhaps you should do just that," he says, grinning back. It is painfully obvious on how homesick Kirk was, and how much he missed his friend, someone he did so much with and probably talked to about everything. "Maybe you should find something here to bring back as a gift? You know, so he isn't so mad with you."

"Hmmm, maybe," he thought, shifting to lean back into Sam once more, looking up at the sky. "Maybe some sort of vintage. Spock might like an interesting rock or gem for study. Hikaru would like a plant. Chekov would probably like some alcohol too or maybe one of your games. Scotty would like just about any device you have," he listed them off.

The list of names and possible gifts has the mage turning every so slightly to look at Kirk better, brow raised curiously. Clearly someone had already been thinking about these sort of things. Course that isn't why his brow is raised - he isn't too sure who these other people are. "Spock? Checkof?"

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