[Open] chillin and killin

[summerfae]

WHO: Resa and you??
WHAT: Working hard or hardly working
WHEN: Now
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: None.

1.) Training

It has, by this point, come to Resa's attention that, perhaps, she should be at least a little more able when it comes to defending herself. And after all of the Rifter Bullshit™ that's been going down, she's more sure than ever that it's wiser to keep any magical abilities to herself. Which means that she's going to have to learn how to use some kind of weapon.

It makes sense, but is harder than she'd expected in practice.

In the training area, she eyes the available practice weapons, reaches for a sword, then winces before actually touching it, like there was something about the sword she found physically repellant. Fucking iron. Steel was better, but only barely, not enough to touch it. A bow manages to be able to be held, but her attempt to fire an arrow ends with the arrow cluttering sadly to the ground.

"I miss guns.” She mumbles, cranky and suddenly worried that she's well and truly fucked regarding her ability to kill things.

2.) Important tanning work

Resa has, technically, signed up for diplomacy, but with all the nonsense going down, has yet to find any work that truly interests her.

Which, naturally, means she has yet to do any true work. And while she can fake productivity with the best of them, the day is far too nice to put forth such effort.

Instead, she finds a lovely patch of sun in the courtyard, lays out a blanket and pillows, fetches herself a lemonade with a little umbrella in it, and promptly begins lounging. After, of course, putting lotion on. It's not sunscreen, but whatever. Close enough.

After all, surely she's earned a self care day.

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[summerfae]

Resa is perfectly content to accept her new lounging partner, and new apparent friend. While Resa has been keeping to herself the past few weeks, she's starting to accept that she's in this whole Thedas thing for the long haul. Which means she's going to need people around her.

"Better beans? That is amazing. I've been trying to find ways to improve what we have, but..." She waves her hand airily. "You can dress up a cow as pretty as you can, it'll still moo." It's a weird saying, but it probably manages to convey the sentiment intended. "I would love to see what Thedas has to offer."

The exchange offered isn't quite fair, but since Resa is the one currently benefiting, she files it away for later. A favor for a favor is the fae way, after all--none of them could abide the idea of owing someone.

"Let me see...for fun? Well, this, of course. Though it's often done at a proper beach or pool, which is much funner, because there are people around--" And she leans forward with a conspiratorial grin, like she has an incredible secret to share with Lexie. "Epecially cute guys, who are almost always running around shirtless." A completely shameless giggle follows. "There are other things to do, of course, but nothing quite as fun to watch."

[coquettish_trees]

Lexie does love both conspiracy and incredible secrets, and so leans in to mirror Resa's movement. And briefly afterward, the wicked little giggle. "C'est bon!" she exclaims, "And what fine watching we have in Kirkwall. It is truly astounding in some moments, the general beauty of the Inquisition. I had thought the rumours exaggerated, but—" she gestures over to the training pells illustratively— good blanket placement by the by— with raised eyebrows. Even now, attractive shirtless men doing attractive shirtless things, almost as if they were placed there to prove a point rather than simply doing some early summer training.

"You have perfect taste in location," Lexie says approvingly, "I find it most agreeable to be at leisure and watching soldiers train." She grins. "Sometimes they laugh and tease each other if you wave." There's a brief pause, and then her eyes sparkle mischievously. "Is there anyone you have found it particularly nice to observe thus far?"

Gossip, let's gossiiiiiip.

[summerfae]

As far as Resa is concerned, shirtless men exist for her consumption, and anything they may be actually trying to do while shirtless is incidental. So she takes some time to enjoy that lovely view, before she turns back to Lexie. “Yes, well, what’s the point in lounging if you can’t have some entertainment while you do it? As for men in particular—"

She thinks on that for a moment, tapping her chin. “—So far, most I’ve only seen from a distance, or spoke to through the crystals. There have been a few, so far. Ah—first one is a man named Daniel, I think he’s from my world? Cute, in a nerdy kinda way. Got these glasses and gets all flustered when you flirt with him. Those kinds of guys can be tricky to pin down, but they’re always so eager to please, and follow directions very nicely.” AKA she’s pretty sure he’s a giant sub.

“And one other—His name is Thor, of House Asgard. Native to here, and built like a brick wall. I’m pretty sure his bicep is the size of my head. I’m not sure what a guy like him would be into, but if you’re doing it while looking at a face like that, who really cares?”

[coquettish_trees]

Oh, Lexie likes her. "Flustered is exceptionally good for ones amusement," she agrees, "and taking direction well such a lovely trait, but those men can be such a long game." She lifts the shoulder on the side she's not lounging on and waves a hand. "Best to have something else about while waiting, no?"

She had begun sporting a wide impish smile at Resa's mention of Thor. While oddly not her type, as evidenced by her repeated and enthusiastic carrying on with the younger of the two brothers, who appears to share little with the elder save blood and power (and even that manifested in opposition), the appeal of bedding such a man is not lost on her. Especially if one enjoys biceps the size of ones head.

"The first I know nothing of, but the second... Well. You must come to the party dear Evie and I are hosting for our birthday this week and you shall have a chance to run into Lord Thor of House Asgard." Also, we're friends now.

[summerfae]

"The thrill can be in the chase," Resa notes, nodding along with Lexie. "But sometimes the chase does get tiring. I don't know how much of a chase Lord Thor would be, but..." No need to finish the sentence, really.

She grins at the invitation, and nods. Even if she decides that she isn't interested in Thor--and he will be interested in her, of course, who wouldn't be?--it would be fascinating to get to see some fancy old-timey party.

"I'd be delighted to go, especially if he'll be there. Just don't mention I said anything! I have to try to act suave, you know?"

[coquettish_trees]

"On my heart, I should never mention such a thing," Lexie says, looking delighted that Resa will be attending, "It shall be a chance and lucky meeting, and I shall know nothing whatsoever of your designs."