[open] together we can see what we will find

[onlyhymns]

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.

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!

Comments

II, b

[ragweed]

The drinks are pretty garbage and on a good night the city guard is still called in once or twice to split up a brawl, but even so, the ambiance is kind of growing on Kit. (And there's another dwarf who hangs around sometimes who always seems down to play a hand or two of Wicked Grace.)

This evening, Kit's been sitting at a corner table playing cards with a few of the tavern's usual suspects, but he's been keeping an eye on the shenanigans on the other side of the room, too. He'd witnessed the tail end of yesterday's misadventure and had noted with private concern how unsteady the grave-looking blonde guy had been when he'd been ushered out by his fellows. Now that one of his company has gone upstairs, and ostensibly won't be back for quite some time, Kit decides to intervene.

He waits until he's finished up his latest round of cards, says his goodbyes to the other guys at his table, then picks up his drink. Walking over to stranger's table, he pauses next to him and tries to catch his eye, greeting him with a friendly, open smile. "Hey, salroka--mind if I sit?"

iv, a

[limier]

She makes him wait.

This isn't entirely deliberate. Wren has resources to draw upon, but converting them into cash takes time and a degree of maneuvering. It wouldn't do to use the Inquisition's reserves for this.

The pad of heavy steps precedes her, hands folded behind her back as the guardsman rattles the door open. There's no uniform now, save the dark circles beneath her eyes.

"Harriman," Evenly, though she doesn't precisely bother to lower her volume — "It's time to go."

Cade always looks like shit, but this is a different breed to that she's come to expect. She'd never really thought to see the man hungover; it's not an improvement.

II

[justice_is_blond]

He'd almost left when he'd seen Cade in the Hanged Man. The former Templar is unstable at the best of times, and these were not good times for him. But after a moment's consideration, Anders decides he can stick to his side of the bar and hopefully nothing happens.

For once.

He turns his back to Cade and sips his drink privately, reading over a few notes he'd made earlier.

i

[paladingus]

The unexpected appearance of Cade's brother had been, at first, a tentative relief. Not that Simon quite remembers how fraternal relationships are supposed to go any more than Cade does, but--surely Callum is better-equipped than most to help him make the transition to life outside the confines of the Order, right?

Right?

As Callum plies Cade with another mug of ale, Simon begins to wonder. He nudges Cade discreetly under the table while Callum is distracted by a barmaid.

"Maybe hold off on finishing that until you've had some water," he murmurs.

III

[byblow]

Alistair wouldn't have survived ten years in Orlais if he couldn't handle jokes about Ferelden—if he didn't make jokes about Ferelden, cheerfully demonstrating that Fereldan Jokes weren't actually very clever, if even a Fereldan could make them. So whatever he hears from his table doesn't bother him. He's busy. He's talking to someone else, about important things. He's not going to defend Ferelden's honor. Ferelden exiled him.

It isn't until his conversation is wrapping up and his contact is preparing to leave that whatever is happening over on Cade and Callum's side of the tavern gets noisy enough to get his attention—and he hadn't seen Cade at all, until now, so instead of heading straight for the door he wanders over, warily curious.