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OPEN | Hello...
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!
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.

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Well. Never let it be said that she holds back on her feelings. "And that's the thing, if it's non-Andrastian and non-human, I have my doubts that other values would be respected. Even if they don't mean to, it'd be easy to assume it's the same way for everyone and go from there."
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"Mass-murdering." A beat. Well. Okay. He turns aside slightly, swipes the bangs from his face. It's a small gesture of agitation, but it's there. "Ah —?"
Forgive him, he's rather lost that train of thought.
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He doesn't swear, not unless it's bad. He also doesn't usually advocate execution, not unless it's real bad. This situation qualifies for both.
"Why is he alive?"
Alan finally blurts out.
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