OPEN | Hello...

[alankazam]

WHO: Alan + OTA
WHAT: Arrival Catchall
WHEN: Backdated, pre-Orlais Stuff
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Minor nudity in one prompt. Wildcards 100% welcome, feel free to HMU if you'd like a starter!

A || ROOKERY

There’s a naked man in the Rookery.

Maybe you needed to send a letter, or perhaps you were checking in with a scout.

Or — well, you’re here now at any rate, and there’s a naked man in the Rookery, ravenously shoveling handfuls of dry corn into his mouth. The birds squabble and hop between his shoulders, cawing with indignation.

He looks up to you slowly, making full and uncomprehending eye contact.

“Hello,” Alan mumbles through a mouth full of kernels. Nailed it.



B || AROUND SKYHOLD

Clothes have been obtained. Thanks to the harried ministrations of the Inquisition’s launderers, it’s a bit mismatched.

Maybe it’s a set from the uniform for the order of your choice — Templars, Wardens, the robes of a Chantry member. Gender doesn't seem to have played a major role in the selection criteria. Maybe that's even your stuff! 

"Do you know where we sleep?" 



C || WHEREVER FOOD IS EATEN

It's food o'clock, for those thrifty souls eating on the Inquisition's dime. The latest kitchen staff (apparently) seems quite cheerful about it, as he passes you a mug of stew.

“It’s horse,” Alan reassures, as though this is the finest signature of quality. “Grass-fed.”

It’s also a substantial bit spicier than usual. Someone let him help.



D || LIBRARY

It's not uncommon to find strangers here, furtively pouring over Skyhold's small collection. It's a little less usual to see them making their own additions, particularly to the rarer works of certain esteemed, scholarly explorers.

Someone should probably put a stop to that. Or join in.

Comments

[anacardiaceae]

"And you're a shapeshifter." Pamelia presses the scone into his hands this time and nods. "It's very well hidden, and I'm told was half a mess when everyone arrived after Haven. Now, at least, it can support the people flocking towards it."

As far as she can tell, anyway.

[alankazam]

"I'm just me." He shrugs, assumes that settles it, that they understand each other now. Alan's many things, but he knows better than to try and lump them all together. His grandmother had gotten like that before the end, Elene always said. Began to speak of herself as us, at once the raven, the woman, the flock. "There are so many. It's like a town."

He rips a chunk from the scone, chewing with ferocious intent. He's already talking again, before swallowing.

"Where can everyone be staying? It'll be blizzards soon."