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Kostos Averesch ([personal profile] exequy) wrote in [community profile] faderift2018-04-15 03:44 pm

The Days That Bind Us 2: Still Bound

WHO: Mages, anyone else who cares
WHAT: Give us liberty or give us potatoes, or: a most noble strike for a most noble purpose, or: pissy mage babies throw a tantrum
WHEN: 14-19 Cloudreach 9:44
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: This is for consolidating RP regarding the strike. Your character doesn't have to be striking themselves to top-level or tag around, as long as it's tangentially related.


The morning of Cloudreach 14, with minimal fanfare, a significant fraction of the Circle mages working with the Inquisition across Thedas stops showing up for work. On the other hand, a significant fraction doesn't stop. But the not-working fraction is significant enough to cause problems, and for the Inquisition to not delay or prolong the discussions already set to take place at Skyhold with a few representatives of the aggrieved mages and a number of Templar and Chantry representatives.

In the Gallows, most of the mages who are refusing to work relocate—voluntarily, unless being scowled at by Kostos Averesch qualifies as being forced against one's will—to the dusty recruits' quarters in the former Templar tower for an indefinite, politicized slumber party, featuring uncomfortable bunk beds and a lot of unseasoned starches. For a cause.

ooc | Remember that striking characters are generally losing access to confidential information, Inquisition equipment or materials, and any amenities, comforts, or privileges beyond the "plain potatoes for dinner" and "not thrown out into the streets" level.
pinprick: (When the dark wood fell before me)

[personal profile] pinprick 2018-04-21 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Without opening his eyes, Nathaniel gives all three of them a loud, threatening growl. Then he tries to go back to sleep. More drastic measures will be used if necessary.
justice_is_blond: (A dark joy)

[personal profile] justice_is_blond 2018-04-21 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
The warning growl gets another snicker before Anders is reaching back to pat Nate on the ass.

"I love you," he says quietly, "my magnificent grump."