faderift | get me out of this place before I cause more damage

WHO: Church, Malcolm, Rachette, yyyyyou
WHAT: Catch-all!
WHEN: March/Draconis not-darkest-timeline-time
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: Hit me up on plurk if you want to start something else specific

[Rachette is still dropping by unsuspecting classes after how enlightening some of them have been. It could be any of them! Typically she doesn't actually sit in them, more like lingers and loiters just outside the edges, but still, call her out on it. Or call her out on inquiring about ingredients to make grenades with one of the merchants hanging around the courtyard. Another thing she's doing just around the hold is practicing her rogue-ish abilities. This means she's up on the battlements, running around on the edges. She's doing backflips off walls and sneak-stabbing dummies. She's finding new and inventive ways to get around the hold, sometimes with the unspoken stipulation that she can't touch the ground/floor. Also, lurking and hiding in shadows, trying to be unseen. If you get that feeling of someone watching you...might be her.]

[Church is still spending a lot of time at the tavern doing actual work. If you've seen him last month doing some stocking, bartending, and other Work, he's only gotten better. You might see him sometimes with a couple of cups of boozy liquid, studying them before taking a sip and making a face. Sometimes it's a good face, sometimes it's a bad face. And then jotting down notes. What a nerd. Continuing the nerd streak, he's gone back to hovering around in the library, taking even more notes. Some of these seem to be on food-based sciences, for what you could call science. And he's also busted out the maps again, though he's focused on the Free Marches now instead of the gigantic world map.]

[Malcolm has been spending more and more time in meetings and doing work for Cassandra, primarily regarding the pending move the Advisors are planning. When not with her, he goes about his normal routine as best he can, from prayer to training, but he's also spending plenty of downtime in the main hall, eating whatever there is to be found and reading and writing plenty of documents. You might find him with the feathery end of a quill resting against his lips in deep thought. If you fancy a more action-oriented Seeker, then the courtyard finds him instructing several troops in swords and shields. It's not his forte, but he's skilled enough in it to not find any trouble. Despite fake weapons and practice shields, he uses his own shield with the Seeker eye emblazoned on it for the demonstrations. Later on, you might catch him working out alone, or taking a rest with a splash of water to the face.]

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_{[ Such a nerd, Church. But in this case, it is entirely acceptable since it seems you are practicing the noble art of mixology, something this place sorely needs. What Kirk wouldn't give for a proper mixed drink that didn't taste like horse and cat piss had been mixed together with a touch of mint thrown in.

Kirk comes in during a slower time during the day, wanting to kick up his feet more than anything, maybe get a bit of lunch in him if there was anything to be had. He spotted Church and came over, realizing what he was doing after a moment's observation. ]}

Any luck finding something that doesn't make you want to vomit?

I'll have you know, anything in the right quantities can make you hurl. And you know you had a good night if you wake up the next day and that's the first thing you do.

[He kicks another glass back, letting it sit on his tongue with a thoughtful look, then swallows it with a bit of a gag.] I think Jamie might be the best one to ask about flavor, y'know, how it's really supposed to taste. Vodka's...y'know. It's vodka. If there's a taste, you're kinda doing it wrong unless it's supposed to be flavored. I gotta tell ya, the alcohol content of some of these is definitely going to make the next couple hours interesting. I might scrub some pots with number two here.

Long story short, we're still tweaking it, but I think we're nearly there. Ruby has a good setup. [Had. He winces just a half-moment at that.] And then mixed fucking drinks, my friend. Kick the tavern up to a swanky club. Chez Herald.

I think we might be able to debate on that last part. Or have they not figured out hangover cures in your era?

_{[ He had practically lived by them in his early college days. Thank god, too, otherwise he might have never passed as well as he did. He was a robust young man, but even he had limits when it came to such things. And alien alcohol was especially hard on the blood stream. ]}

Let me know when you can start with the mixed drinks. I have enjoyed a good White Russian or two in my time.

_{[ What? He liked chocolate with a kick, okay? Besides, vodka got the blood faster than beer did and was cheaper than the good whiskeys and brandies. And if his dates liked them, why not indulge? Point being, he's not ashamed. ]}

Hmm, will I be needing a members card just to get through the door soon? Do I get the Rifter discount?

Total fucking Rifter discount. Like, on the downlow. I feel like if it got out we were catering to people that aren't generally well-liked, that might be riot-inducing. Maybe I should throw in a ladies night. Who doesn't love a ladies night?

[People with taste, generally, but who's counting?]

We got things that can ease hangovers. Not necessarily cure them. I mean, you could probably pay for something like that, but I'm a fucking private, I don't earn that kind of scratch.

Or...any scratch, now, actually. Not back there at home. [Because SOMEONE decided it was a good idea to DELETE THE ENTIRE BLUE ARMY FROM THE FREELANCER DATABASE.]

Who knows, it might help you get a certain reputation, you know? Those can be useful - all the best gossip comes through the places that deal with that sort and know how to keep their mouths shut.

_{[ It's worth a thought, isn't it? But hey, not his bar. ]}

I thought you were forced to be part of the Inquisition. Doesn't that come with a paycheck of some kind?

_{[ Kirk himself just got by on his odd jobs and his teaching, though
the teaching part was mostly volunteer. ]}

I'm soooo down for being part of the grapevine, man. And the more I learn about this place, the more I'll understand gossip. Guess it might pay to be that guy. Secret keeper sorta thing. The listener. Isn't that what good bartenders are like? Think I could introduce wet t-shirt competitions if t-shirts don't exist?

[church stop why must you do this]

Ehhhh, yeah, there's a paycheck. I'm mostly ragging on past me and my past army-filled life. I...man...y'know, I know I got paid, but I don't know where that money really went. [Because...AI...] But then shit happened and then I didn't get paid anything because my whole team technically didn't exist anymore. It's a stupid story.

You were sounding so good, right up until that last part. I'm not sure the surly, secret keeping bar tender is the one encouraging wet t-shirt contests. Besides, all the material for the shirts of any of the girls who would work for you would be to thick.

_{[ So don't waste the beer or the water. But mostly the beer. ]}

If your team doesn't exist anymore, isn't that a way out for you? You don't exactly seem like you enjoy the army life. So if you've been 'released', wouldn't that be a good chance for you to start over? Go do something you really want to do? Like run a bar and keep people's secrets and sell gossip on the side?

Who said anything about surly? Do you think I could honestly pull off surly unless I'm unholy pissed at someone? Don't answer that. Because holy shit. Sell gossip for a copper. Yeah. The go-to information booth.

Maybe I'll quit the Inquisition and just stick around to run a tavern. I'll be doing everyone a service and make my own money and not have to risk my hide out there.

_{[ Maybe if you were Sarge, but he'd just confuse people. ]}

I thought that was what all good bar tenders did. You listen, you listen good, and when someone comes in, well, you give a vague bit of advice that doesn't precisely betray anyone but helps the guy out and sweep a copper into the hidden stash, you know?

It sounds like you'd be happier, for sure. And, you know, if you own an inn, you could have a room on top of it. A private one - could rent it our for extra cash or have a, ah, friend over.

_{[ He smirked and waggled his brows at Church. ]}

get me out of this place before I cause more damage

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