Birthday Shenanigans

[gatheringstorm]

WHO: Korrin, Open to any positive CR (even if it's 'we met that one time and didn't hate each other')
WHAT: Birthday pub crawl/a quieter gathering for close friends?
WHEN: Drakonis 25 for the dinner. The pub crawl is the next evening.
WHERE: Kirkwall (the docks and Lowtown)/Korrin and Araceli's dockside apartment (inside or on the roof)
NOTES: Consider this your chance to add new and stupid names for various taverns in the city. Threadjacking is a-ok and there's no posting order. Adding CW as needed.

Pub Crawl

The message, given over the sending crystals, is pretty simple. Korrin's birthday has arrived and she wants to celebrate it with good friends and good drinks. Since Kirkwall has a variety of places, why not sample them all, or at least the places that will allow a qunari? It's made clear that presents aren't necessary, so no pressure there. She's more interested in the company and making some good memories than anything else. Meet her at the docks by sunset, and prepare for a wild night.

Dinner with friends

You know who you are. If you're at all close with Korrin or Korrin and Araceli (especially both of them), then you're invited to a calm, relaxing night of good quality cuisine, wine, and maybe some music and card games. The menu? It's Korrin, so there's a distinct prevalence of northern fare; spiced wine, Llomerryn Red with roasted potatoes or fresh oysters, paella, and alfajors, among other things. Every dish -of which there is an abundance- is set up buffet-style, with comfortable seating in a semi-circle not far away.

Make yourself comfortable, and watch your plate or a certain fox might try to sneak off with your dinner.

Comments

[gatheringstorm]

"Eh, more or less. Though that's honestly the way it is when you're raised on the road among a mercenary group. At least I was able to get better handle on that before magic became a thing; both at once might have been too much." Korrin's tone is casual; life had its challenges back then, but it wasn't anything that left her with mental scars.

[aceso]

"It is admirable, even though you brush it off," Christine praises. Her life was the opposite: there was no control over anything in her life, while in Korrin's she was the one making decisions and teaching herself. Christine can't imagine the person she'd be today if she was a daughter of mercenaries and an apostate.

What is it about birthdays that has people examining their lives; about where they've been and where they're going? Christine can't say, but she enjoys getting to hear about the Origins of Korrin; the experiences that turned her into the woman sitting here now.

Raising her mug, she says, "A toast. To my good friend Korrin. To her health and happiness, and to every day being a new adventure."

[gatheringstorm]

Christine's compliment earns her a warm smile, not being able to imagine any other life but not often told any of it is admirable. She's used to steeling herself for scorn on condescending curiosity, but her time in the Inquisition has been a gift for the fact that it's brought her in touch with better-mannered people.

Chuckling, Korrin raises her own in turn. "To friends, present and absent. They make the adventures worthwhile."

[aceso]

"Very much so." And Christine drinks to that. She really should get going soon, and so she does a good job of working on the rest of her mug in one go. She doesn't quite make it, having to stop for breath, but a second go finishes it off and she delicately wipes the corners of her mouth.

"A good place to end my evening with you, though your evening is only beginning. Do take care. I would hate to see you in the infirmary tomorrow."