♠ TRICKS OF THE TRADE ♠ round 1

[wickedchase]

WHO: Twisted Fate, Samouel Gareth, Adelaide LeBlanc, Korrin Ataash, Simon Tam, Lenneth Valkyrie, Kain Highwind, Sina Dahlasanor, and potentially open depending on how one wants their thread to go down.
WHAT: Twisted Fate has some tricks to play.
WHEN: After everyone returns from the Mire, and before the inevitable split off for missions.
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Every prank has its own prompt for people who had asked for it!

♠ SAM ♠
Someone, it seems, lined your breeches with white powder this fine morning, something you may or may not have noticed. In any case, it seems harmless enough until in the late afternoon when it seems incredibly itchy. Can you stop yourself from scratching yourself in public? Oh, the indecency!

♠ ADELAIDE ♠
It'd been easy enough to get her students involved. One would be surprised at how mages do look for ways to make things a little less grim, especially in the face of what they've had thrown at them.

During a lesson in learning how to properly make a poultice, Adelaide will find her students all gasp in unison before abruptly collapsing onto the ground at once. They'll be silent until one of them starts giggling. And it could be that Fate is watching from around the corner, curious at the results.

♠ KORRIN ♠
Twisted Fate will certainly miss you, Korrin, and he's made that clear. So, he's left you a gift! A bottle of cider has been left in your belongings. Should you take a sip, your mouth will be a curious shade of lime green after awhile. With lots of love! (The color will fade after a day.)

♠ SIMON ♠
Simon Tam certainly has some socks. So nice that all of his left socks are mysteriously missing. And all those left socks have been tied together in one long line of socks, and that long line of socks has been tied around a mabari's neck. Dare you interact with the pup?

♠ LENNETH ♠
The next room in Skyhold that Lenneth walks into, whether it's the hold or the tavern so long as it's a place with a door, a bucket of fresh goat milk will spill on Lenneth. Ta-dah!

♠ KAIN ♠
Cotton balls have been aligned along the inside of your armor when you try to put it on this morning, Kain. Including your boots. The nerve! Who would ever? Who indeed.

♠ SINA ♠
An apple has been left for Sina. Thoughtful, but the apple seems to be moving on its own, shaking back and forth, wiggling. That's no normal apple. Could it be possessed? With enough investigating, one might find a beetle inside.


♠ TWISTED FATE ♠
And should anyone be clever enough to determine that it was indeed Fate -- which, really, is a no-brainer for Korrin, at least -- they will find the elf calmly seated in the tavern at the end of it all, drinking while playing a game of cards with one of the other patrons in the bar.

Comments

Sorry for the delay.

[noleechesneeded]

It wasn't a big deal at first. Annoying, but nothing to be suspicious of...but that was when Simon only thought one was missing. Then he noticed two and three and (he really had a lot of socks, now that he was going through them) all of them were gone. This wasn't a case of him being forgetful, someone had gone through the trouble of taking them. Who would do that? Why?!

With an irritated look Simon went searching, at first for River...but even in her current state she wouldn't go through the trouble of stealing all of his left socks and hiding them somewhere. Would she? As revenge for the boots, perhaps...no. No, River wouldn't have done this.

Though when he finally found them, draped almost decoratively around some mabari's massive neck, he had to wonder.

It also left Simon hesitating, because the beast had started gnawing on the end of his new scarf, unraveling his socks and turning them into soggy piles of ruined yarn... Did Simon dare? Considering the fact that the moment he took one step too close and reached down he was growled at, no he did not dare. Clearly he needed a bribe. Simon hurried to the tavern, leaning against the counter to ask for a mutton shank--to go, please.

The mage didn't notice anyone who might have been watching, certainly not any elves, especially not while he kept getting distracted by how uncomfortable his left boot was without a sock...

np np!

[wickedchase]

Across the tavern, Twisted Fate watches, delighted behind his mug of ale as he observes Simon. The way he shifts just so because of his left foot, and he knows exactly why that is.

Clever idea, the order for the mutton.

Fate finishes his mug, and he rises slowly from his seat to slide up next to Simon, ever so curious.

"Bit of a large chop for someone of your stature," the elf remarks, feigning innocent curiosity. "Unless you're sharing it with someone?"

[noleechesneeded]

This early in the day an order like that needed time to prep, leaving Simon to nervously tap his fingers on the bar top and try to guess how many socks he was going to manage to save at this rate. Twisted Fate was given a distracted glance as he approached, then a second one when he spoke. The mage forced his fingers to still, hand flat over the table.

"It isn't for me," he answered, managing to fall for the innocent act completely. Still, he wasn't sure how much of the embarrassing story he wanted to share...

"Someone thought the dogs needed a better breakfast," he added, false smile tugging at his cheeks.