LET'S DRINK, DRINK, THIS TOWN IS SO GREAT (open)

[rathercommon]

WHO: Kitty
WHAT: Catch-all open log for those who want to thread!
WHEN: Oh, any time either before or after the Mire.
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: There are hideous sweaters in here.

1. Ugly not-Christmas sweaters.
[ There are three things, Kitty has learned, that the Inquisition likes. First: thick socks, heavy cloaks, and warm clothing of all sorts. Second is loud shouting matches over the fate of mages - which, truth be told, Kitty likes to hear; this is something that needs to be figured out, and shouting is good for a person, in her opinion. Third is drinking.

Today she's seeing to the first love of the Inquisition. A month ago, she'd had a few days off from the tavern, and so she'd taken her pony out exploring. She'd found a little freeholder far out from Skyhold, a widow with a few sheep and a spinning wheel who wasn't willing to venture out to sell her wares. Kitty had traded provisions for the promise of future work, and so a few days she'd gone out and picked up the fruits of the woman's labors: a stack of lumpy, ugly, undyed, but very warm pullovers.

And Khalena Jonos might not have been born merchant caste, but she bloody well knows how to bargain when it comes down o it. She takes over a table out in the courtyard, snuggled down into her own (smaller) jumper, making a grand show of looking warm and cozy and comfortable next to her stack of woolen goods. ]


2. Getting turnt.
[ She also has regular work in the tavern, of course - seeing to love-of-the-Inquisition-number-three. She's no doubt a familiar presence here: a small, bustling, cheerful figure, standing on a stool so she can see over the bar to take orders, teasing the regulars and greeting newcomers.

In moments when she's not interacting with others, though, she listens. Intently. She positions herself near conversations that interest her, and finds a task to busy her: wiping down the counter, polishing mugs, tending to the stew that's always burbling above the fire. And she listens, as much as she can, and she commits everything to memory.

Still - she does her job. As soon as someone calls for her attention, she breaks away from the conversation she's listening to - no matter how interested she is - and calls out, cheerily: ]

I'll be right there! [ And then - ] What do you need?


3. Bookssssssssssss
[ Of course, when Kitty isn't at work, she's trying to learn. She can often be found skulking about the libraries, reading vociferously, anything she can get her hands on. She gets lost in it, too, going on for hours on end. That's why she's perched in an odd place - sitting on the table and stretching her book up against the wall so that the last of the cold, late-afternoon sunlight will fall on it and illuminate its surface. She wants to eke out a few last minutes of reading before night falls. ]


4. Every step you take etc.
[ And a good portion of her day, also, is given over to spying. On whom? On just about everyone. Her favorite targets are mage leaders and Inquisition bigwigs and Tevinters, but anyone who seems the least bit interesting, she'll follow around. And if they bump into her as she's following them around, find her out, well - she acts natural, hoisting the sack she's carrying up on her back and cheerily saying before they can ask any questions - ]

Oh, thank goodness. This is too much for me to carry - I don't suppose you could help me out?

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[wontforgetyou]

[At one point he would've said the shard would've marked him as a stranger for sure, but having met Sina, he's aware of the fact that there's at least one person around here with a shard in them that didn't actually fall through the rift. But he would've thought for sure the strange name would've clued her in that he wasn't from around here if the kilt hadn't. The fact that neither one of them seems to have done so throws him a bit, leaving him grasping for words as he tries to figure out what he's going to say.

It, ah. It's to the north. And, er...

[That's not going to work, he can tell already - and he pulls a face before settling back into his seat with an audible sigh.]

Look, I can't really explain it without explaining a whole lot of other things, too, and I've no idea if you'd want to hear it or not. But I'm not from around here at all. I fell through one of those rifts a few months ago and I've been here ever since. And I know that means people think I'm a demon, but I'm not. I'll not pop up behind you and try and turn you into ribbons or trick you into making deals or do whatever else it is those demons do.