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WHO: Chloe Price, Prompto, Anders, aaaaand YOU.
WHAT: Catch all for March
WHEN: Various times in the month - one specifically for today (11th) though!
WHERE: Around the Gallows/Kirkwall in genera
NOTES: I don't think there's anything....????

i. [ closed to prompto ]

When you find out someone has a camera in a world where trying to explain to people what a picture is could take hours, you're gonna wanna take a look. Chloe's the curious sort by nature, always has been, and while there's a lot of things she's gotten particularly interested in in Thedas, having something that is futuristic for here but probably old school compared to what she's used to seeing is gonna make it to the top of the list of shit she wants to see.

So she may or may not be bouncing slightly with energy when she's waiting for Prompto, because she's never been able to sit still when she's excited, not since she was a kid, and who takes this long (never mind it's probably not even a minute past when they said they'd meet).

ii. [ closed to anders ]

One of these days, living in a world with magic would become sort of par for the course, and she'd stop being surprised by things she'd only ever heard about in her fantasy games being. Well. Not fantasy.

Today's not that day. She'd been bugging Anders, not for the first time this month, but he'd said something that more than stuck out. "Like a real griffon?" That was a stupid question. "I wanna see."

iii. [ open for the 11th ]

It was her birthday.

At least, if every bit of comparison she'd done to the calendar back home, it was. She thought about comforting herself with the idea that whole keeping track of how the planet rotated was probably drastically different (not to mention that I'm in a different universe thing coming into play) that it meant it could very well not be her birthday, but it hadn't lasted long. She wasn't sure how to process it; it wasn't like she'd celebrated much back home in years, but not even having her mom (or David, she guessed) there to try and get her in the mood to try was... weird.

So she had decided to make her way to some of the shops in Kirkwall, window shopping more than anything else, because it wasn't like she was good at saving money to be able to get herself something particularly nice. She could easily be found look at particularly nice papers wondering if they were worth the splurge or looking for something sweet to satisfy that birthday cake craving.

iv. [ open throughout march ]

Outside of realizing she was suddenly twenty, meeting griffons, watch Fern's anchor do crazy shit, and bothering her friends, Chloe was having an otherwise mostly uneventful time. Which was fine by her. Her life had had too much excitement for her tastes and she was glad to just be a little bored doing regular things. Regular... ish. Maybe some things were still weird, but they at least weren't resulting in anyone being sick or dying, and that was better than what it had been.

Sometimes she was in the library doing research like she was actually supposed to be. Other times she was working on designing a game board for the story she had in her head for her first campaign she had planned for all those who'd said they wanted to play. Sometimes she was outside tinkering with a broken cart, taking it apart and trying to figure out if there was anything she could do with it in order to improve it.

Or, and the most likely of the options, she was enjoying drinking, because what rebellious now-not-teenager didn't, really?

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"Epoxy," she repeats, sounding intrigued. "What a funny word. It sort of sounds like an illness. 'Oh, no! I've got the epoxy!' You know?" She chuckles, amused at herself, before settling down in a more comfortable position to see under the cart.

"Well, this seems easy enough to deal with, right? Or, at least, I'll bet the two of us can figure it out if we put our heads together." After looking at where Chloe is focused, she asks, "Now, should we be taking that off first?"

There's an amused snort and a short laugh earned from the comment, a nod following after. "I guess it kinda does. It's named after the chemicals used to make it, I think. Strong as shit, though. They use it to bind all sorts of things back home."

Her focus goes back to the cracked socket, mouth scrunching. "Probably. There's a uh - wrench by my bag, I think. Should work to get this sucker loose."

"Bind like stick together?" Because Chloe mentioned resin and Ellana knows trees have sticky resin. The other type of binding involves magic, spirits, and demons, and really doesn't make sense in this context.

Twisting around, Ellana spots it and reaches out. "Got it!" she announces, turning back and holding the wrench out. "Is the cart in the right position? I mean, if you take it off, will the cart collapse on us?"

"Yeah, exactly." She didn't know a lot about magic to realize there was a different definition or she might have clarified from the start. "You can use it to make sure nothing budges no matter how hard you tug. It's good for fixing cracks like this for sure."

Taking the wrench from her, she wonders whether or not the other pieces of the cart are strong enough to keep it upright even if she removed the socket. Her mouth scrunched, before she gave a small grunt in response, like that was a coherent answer. Words, Price. "Let's tilt it on it's side, just in case."

"Oh, very useful then!" And it's a shame they don't have it here. Though she wonders if the Qunari have developed something like it yet. They're always looking for new advancements to make them stronger.

"Okay." She pushes up to stand and takes a firm grip on an edge. "Tilting it up?" It feels nice to be useful like this. Back in the clan, she was really directionless, and spent her day bouncing from person to person, seeing what she could do to help. In the Inquisition, she has a more defined job that she really likes, and she thought she wouldn't miss those old days. But going over scout reports and examining maps does end up getting repetitive, so this is a nice change of pace for her.

"Yeah, up and over." She goes to grab the opposite end, fingers scraping against the dirt so she knows she has a good grip on the wood. "On three," she offers, before counting off quickly. When she reaches 'three', she goes to pull on her side of the cart, tilting it up so that they can get it laying on it's side. If it doesn't just fall completely on it's back, anyway - she realized she didn't actually think to check how off balance the whole thing was before suggesting this.

Woops.

Ellana is far from strong, but she gives it her all when Chloe counts down, and in response the cart really gives into them. It keeps going and going, which causes her to let out a shrill "Eeee!" sound and drop it as its weight clearly wants to drop down onto its back with wheels in the air.

"Are you okay?" she's quick to ask.

Yep. Should've accounted for that. Chloe watches it fall with a wince, taking a step back and going to peak around it to make sure that there's no extra damage - to either Ellana or the cart. She let out a somewhat awkward laugh, rubbing the back of her neck.

"My bad. I'm good. Are you?"

"Yes, I'm good. The cart was a lot lighter than I thought it'd be! Or maybe we're both strong as a druffalo, huh? Anyway, what now?" She's starting to really get into this disassembly job. Who knows when this skill might come in handy in the future?

"Does your world use carts like these?"

"I'm gonna assume it's the latter to make myself feel better." She spoke with a smirk as she finished looking the cart over, satisfied that the wood looked to be in all one piece, before she went to lean over and get a better look at the cracked joiner. Grabbing the wrench, she motioned to the metal piece. "Get this unfastened. You wanna hold the bar it's attached to in place so it doesn't fall when I take the piece off?"

She leaned in to start to work at the slightly rusted nuts holding it together. "We have some carts like this, but not a lot. Kinda outdated to use wood for much of anything anymore, but farms like 'em. And my town has plenty of those in the area, that's for sure."

Ellana chuckles back because it does feel better to assume they are both awesomely strong than they might have botched the execution there.

"Sure," she says in response to Chloe's question, moving to keep a hand around the bar so she could catch it once it was no longer being held up by the nuts. She listens with interest to Chloe's explanation of home.

"I love hearing about your worlds. What's the name of your town?"

There's a pause where she almost gave some sarcastic response about it being Waste of Space of Shit Pit, USA but - well - the words die in her throat because it's a little harder to bitch about home when she doesn't know if it'll even be there when she gets back. She focuses more heavily on undoing the bolts as she talks.

"Arcadia Bay. It's a seaside fishing village a few hours from anything with real civilization."

"Arcadia Bay. What a beautiful name." Ellana dutifully holds onto the bar as Chloe works, wondering about the place and if it can actually export much fish when it's far away from other towns.

"Did you like it, or did you wish you were in a bigger city?"

"Beauty's about all it has going for it these days." Which might be an answer to the question in itself. She yanks a little harder on the wrench for the next bolt, but she'll blame the rust. "There wasn't really anything to do there and most of the town was slowly getting shut down anyway. I always figured a bigger city would have better opportunities. Everyone kinda knows everyone and you're fucked if you aren't the type to conform to expectations."

Like having blue and pink hair or full sleeve tattoos. She tossed the two bolts to the ground, shifting her position to get to the others more easily. "Guess I got out, though, even if it wasn't exactly as expected." It's said with some amusement, since it wasn't like Kirkwall was her destination of choice, but hey. Beggars can't be choosers.

"Ah," she says, and in that one word there's the sound of someone who knows what being expected to conform is like. "Clan life is like that. You're expected to pass on the same stories, get married and pass on your Dalish blood, and continue living as a diminished people. Not really something I'm interested in. I'd like to discover some new stories to share, and help the Dalish people from the outside."

Ellana pauses to adjust her grip on the bar that's now starting to come loose. Maybe it can be used for something else, either as is or melted down.

"Believe me, before the Breach, no one here expected people could travel between worlds either."

...get married and pass on your Dalish blood... The phrase gets Chloe to wrinkle her nose, the thought of marriage having never settled well with her. At least not in years. She was like most little girls and dreamed about it when she was really little and had parents to look up to, but it had lost its charm some time ago. "Sounds like a real bore. Nothing advances if people don't break the mold once in a while."

She pulled the last bolt loose, putting it with the others while she held the broken socket in place with her hand. "I'm gonna yank it free and that bar's gonna get a lot heavier without any support." Might as well warn her so she can brace herself.

"That's what I think too. It's why I had to get out of there and do something else with my life." She tightens her grip, nodding at Chloe. "I'm ready when you are." Ellana's pretty sure she's got this. Let's hope she's right, and neither of them take a metal rod to their toe.

She nodded, waiting a moment to let her adjust herself, before finally grabbing the socket with both hands and giving it a solid tug until it finally pulls free. She stumbles back a step, before steadying herself, going to look over the metal. Cracked all the way through, rusted out. She doubted she could even get it welded back together efficiently enough. "Yeah, that's definitely done for. Shame."

Tossing it to the side, she went to help her with the bar. "It's cool that you took your life in your own hands instead of just sittin' around and doing what people thought you should. Not everyone has that kinda drive."

"Oof," Ellana says, holding as steady as she can and tilting the rod up a smidge so Chloe can better grab hold of it.

"Thank you. When I left the clan, I was in a small group that came to help the Inquisition. Our involvement was always meant to be temporary. But when I returned to the clan for a visit, it definitely didn't feel like home anymore, so I formally left. I told the Keeper I wouldn't be returning. And now I feel like I can make a difference for elves from here, instead of living day to day in the clan."

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i'm so sorry this is late; finals are gonna be the end of me

it's okay! but maybe we could wrap up?