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[open] together we can see what we will find
WHO: Cade, his smarmy brother Callum, you!!
WHAT: Cade's life has been turned inside out and upside down. His brother has chosen a terrible time to visit, but has resolved to make the most of it. Come be part of the trainwreck.
WHEN: late Solace
WHERE: mostly around Lowtown
NOTES: There's gonna be a lot of drunken debauchery, and both brothers are going to do things likely both stupid and offensive, so if that's not your bag then you might want to steer clear.
WHAT: Cade's life has been turned inside out and upside down. His brother has chosen a terrible time to visit, but has resolved to make the most of it. Come be part of the trainwreck.
WHEN: late Solace
WHERE: mostly around Lowtown
NOTES: There's gonna be a lot of drunken debauchery, and both brothers are going to do things likely both stupid and offensive, so if that's not your bag then you might want to steer clear.
It all began when a blond man strode into the barracks in the Gallows, whistling to himself as he perused the numbers on the doors and finally knocked on one. There, Simon was treated to the sight of someone very familiar and yet not: he resembled Cade, but taller, healthier, and significantly more charming. His name was Callum, and he had come to find his little brother, whom he knew to have just returned to Kirkwall.
Thus they went from the Gallows to Lowtown, where the little brother in question was found in the inn where he'd begun to take up residence not a full day previous. An exceedingly awkward greeting was had, a brotherly razzing that might have been less menacing if they had seen each other at any point over the last twenty-seven years, and the decision to celebrate Callum's visit with a night on the town.
Cade, being who he is, was unable to say no-- and, in his current state, thought a sustained poisoning via alcohol might just be what the doctor ordered.
And the rest... is not yet history, but it's about to be.
I. The First Night
The brothers Harimann and Simon have begun their night of carousing with a visit to the Hanged Man, where Callum diligently ensures that no one wants for a drink or a laugh. They're at a table towards the front, the older brother chatting effusively to Simon and the younger staring into his mug. Callum is quick enough to smile and greet anyone who should come their way, with an offer to join them.
Anyone remaining in the tavern long enough to see them leave might note that Cade can barely stand on his own, but at least it can be inferred that he gets home safely.
II. The Second Night
a. Back in the Hanged Man for another session, tonight is all about catching up. Callum, however, quickly grows bored with Cade's reticence and total unwillingness to pick up girls, and not-so-subtly ditches him at their table in favor of chatting up any locals pretty enough to catch his eye.
b. This ultimately resolves in Callum disappearing into one of the upstairs room with a few ladies, where he remains indefinitely. Cade remains at their table, idly spinning a coin with his head resting on his hand. Either he has total faith that his brother is coming back, or he's too drunk to stand.
III. The Third Night
It starts the same as the others, then Callum starts talking some shit. Any Fereldans in the pub are the subject of his mockery, and it isn't long before things escalate. [I would like this to be one thread, even if multiple people join!]
IV. The Following Morning
A badly-bruised and aching Cade awakens in a cell with no sign of Callum or memory of how he got there. He is, at least, relieved to find that this is not the dungeon of the Gallows, but the drunk tank of the City Guard.
a. Perhaps someone comes to collect him and pay his bail, either in a timely fashion or ...not. [one thread only please, first come first serve]
b. The rest of the day is spent nursing a hangover and trying to come to terms with what's been going on. Callum is nowhere to be found, which is cause for some concern.
V. Special prompts
If you'd like a character-specific scene that isn't covered above, hit me up!
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"Um," he murmurs, "Cade". He wishes he had another drink to prevent him from this coming-down process, so he could be oblivious again rather than swarmed by his insecurities.
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Then he turns all his attention toward Cade; the older man's anxiety is palpable to the point even a blind man can sense it. That worries him. "Pleasure to meet you, Cade," he says, and seems earnestly to mean it.
"Kit's being kind and trying to keep me out of further trouble, but I'll shove off if it's too much to have the both of us here." He flashes Kit's rough direction an apologetic grin--and one that's got a bit of a question in it, too. Who is this very miserable fellow?
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"Hey, friend," he says to him, kindly, and holds up the deck. "Still want to play?"
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"It's fine," he says quickly, glancing between them and back down. That's as close to a yes as they're getting.
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It's hard to avoid the fact that Cade sounds very much like he'd rather be anywhere but here, and it makes Myr second-guess himself a little. Kit seems to have the right idea, though: Keep going and try to draw Cade out.
"What're we playing?"
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He gives a quick run-down of the rules again, then deals the cards out between himself and Cade. It is up to Myr who he wants to join in with.
skipping order so poor Cade doesn't have to sit there in agony too long :(
He gets up, bringing his chair with him as he makes his way somewhat awkwardly around the table to join the other blond.
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Cade shifts over uncomfortably when the elf settles behind him, but doesn't leave. He just looks a little lost, and though his first inclination is to show Myr his hand, he quickly remembers that will do neither of them any good. Instead, he looks back at it, trying to concentrate.
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"Oh, c'mon," Kit laughs, his smile full of warmth and good humor, "I was going to go easy on him, I swear." Maybe he even means it--who knows!
And so the game goes. Spades is essentially a game of luck depending on who gets the better hand; not much bluffing to be done, and so when Cade wins the first game, it's not really any skin of Kit's nose. Especially considering he wins the second. Since Cade doesn't seem especially interested in small talk, he directs most of his idle chatter to Myr instead, both because he wants his friend to feel included in what's going on, and because he's just a chatty fellow generally.
"Still think I can rope you into going for a swim down by the Wounded Coast?" he asks him after they've completed the second game. He gathers up the cards with a deft hand, clearly comfortable handling them, and shuffles them together.
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Even though there's precious little help he can be, the elf at least makes an effort in being involved in the game on Cade's side. Whenever he's got an idea of what Kit's played, he's there with a suggestion for taking the trick, demonstrating a surprising memory for what has and hasn't already been taken out of play, and what's remaining in whose hand. (He'd be fantastic at Wicked Grace, if it weren't for the missing eyes.) When they--well, mostly Cade, or entirely Cade--take the first game, Myr gives Kit's direction a mock-smug grin. Can he pick 'em or what?
Whatever little help his card-counting might've been in the first game it doesn't carry them in the second, possibly because he's a little distracted by Kit's chatter. But that's how it goes.
"Once I've got my glyphs up," he replies, "I'd be glad to." He pauses, then, and directs his next question to Cade: "You all right continuing with me, or should I take myself to the other side of the table and lose one for Kit?"
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"Um," he stammers, caught unprepared by Myr's question, "you're all right." Translation: do what you like.
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He tucks the cigarette into the corner of his mouth and re-shuffles the deck, preparing to deal again. Casual as can be, he glances towards the stairs, then back to Cade. "Your friend's taking a while, huh. What do you do when you're not chaperoning him?" This intended as a light jest, and an attempt to get to know his new friend a bit better.
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It's really tempting to point out he hasn't got eyes any longer, let alone a good one, but that feels like it may be a little too much with Cade around. Instead, he lapses silent and lets Kit take point; he's the latecomer and could do to learn the lay of things as they were before he arrived.
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Folding up his hand, he pushes the cards toward Kit to be shuffled again. Though still decidedly put out, at the moment he looks more tired than anything. Stupid Callum.
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"Oh c'mon," Kit scoffs, but he's laughing as he does so, his grin wide and amiable, even though Myr can't see it. "Go easy on me, I'm but one man here."
He accepts the cards when Cade hands them over, fitting them neatly back into the deck to be shuffled. He arches his eyebrows, not missing the tone in Cade's voice. "So you're stuck as a babysitter then," he observes dryly. Looking up the stairs after Callum one more time, he notes, "Seems like he's just fine on his own here."
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He leans in to rest his elbows on the table while Kit shuffles again, lacing his fingers together in front of his face. "More than fine," he adds to his friend's assessment, tone wry. "If he's been upstairs since before I got here." He supposes the guy could be in the jakes, but then he certainly would not be "just fine".
"D'you have somewhere else you'd rather be?" he asks Cade, as a follow-up. "This doesn't seem like your idea of a good time."
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He doesn't want to think about what Callum is up to above them, and sneers slightly when the implication is made. Myr's question interrupts his thoughts, and Cade blushes suddenly, put on the spot.
"I'd," he begins, but hesitates, his situation suddenly hitting him again like a sack of bricks. He wants to melt into the floor. "No." The easiest answer, and hopefully they won't pry.
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Then he smiles at Cade, an expression at once understanding and encouraging. "That's all right, salroka," he says and picks up a few of the cards, nimbly toying with them. "Here--let's try another game--I'll teach you kids Wicked Grace."
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Satisfying his own curiosity isn't worth further upsetting someone who already seems miserable.
"Sounds fun," he replies cheerily to Kit's offer. "That's one I'd always wanted to pick up. We're still going to win, you know." Pure bluster, of course. But hey, if he can't even see the cards, he'll be fantastic at bluffing, right?
(Probably not.)
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In the early morning hours, when the other two have had enough of cards, Cade is quick to reassure them that he'll go home soon, Callum will be any minute now. The next morning he wakes up in the same chair, smelling of ale and smoke but no worse for wear. At least the evening came out bearable after all.