Nahariel Dahlasanor (
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faderift2018-07-10 11:31 am
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OPEN | Too Much Sunshine
WHO: Nari, Lexie, Myr, Korrin, Kylo, You!
WHAT: Catchall for my gals (hmu if you want a prompt)
WHEN: Pre-Tevinter Solace
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: on a scale from Lexie to Nari, what's your work ethic?
WHAT: Catchall for my gals (hmu if you want a prompt)
WHEN: Pre-Tevinter Solace
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: on a scale from Lexie to Nari, what's your work ethic?
Nari
I. Working (Gallows)
Despite the hot, sticky, relentless weather, there's still work to be done, and Nari is doing it. Sometimes in a loose light cotton tunic and sometimes stripped to a breastband and shorter leggings (she'd added the breastband after the casual habitual strip of her shirt she'd employed at home seemed to be vaguely distracting), but whether in the oppressive closeness, but shade, of the workshop or out under the blaze of the sun when it manages to peek through the haze, she's out in the Gallows at the constant repair tasks as well as light deconstruction on the finished pieces of the obstacle course to prepare for their move to the Wounded Coast.
Currently swearing and trying unsuccessfully at one of the boards securing the latter—her team had perhaps been too effective—it looks like she could use either help or a break.
II. The Beach Episode (Korrin, OTA, let's all go together)
Okay, maybe some time for leisure. As devoted as she is to working herself into a tired stupor on a daily basis, spending time with Korrin is always something that will make her take a pause. That, and it's a rare nice day. So, off they go to the beaches outside of town with some blankets to spread across the sand, some food, and the intention to heap sand on top of sand and purposefully cover themselves entirely in water that isn't falling from the sky in sheets.
It's gonna be a good day.
III. Wildcard!
She's around~
Lexie
I. It's Hot Up Here, A Lot up Here
Each day of unfavorable weather—which is to say, most of them—finds Alexandrie lounging out on the balcony of the apartments that faces the Waking Sea in dresses with fewer layers, lighter weight fabrics, and less corseting than she would wear out in society. Her hair is up more simply than usual and she looks alternately vexed and content depending on whether or not the breezes are currently blowing past her off the water.
All things considered, it is not a poor place to spend the afternoon. Do come play cards, or read, or chat about current events, or drink, or watch the late afternoon storms roll by in their brief cacophonies.
(Or be smugly used to the heat, you Tevene savages.)
[ impromptu group activities welcome :3 ]
II. Wildcard
Catch her outside painting on the two non-garbage days this month. Sit in the Memorial Garden. Something else!

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"In the second, we'd lose the spin of the boulder both coming off the trebuchet and in the air. I'm not sure what that would do to the efficacy of the initial launch." Or, honestly, to the trebuchet itself--extra strain on the machinery? Nari does turn to her desk to begin scribbling theoretical paths. Simultaneously: "I'm still fond of the first, even though it's doubling down on my own idea. That kind of force seems easier to calculate on my end, although obviously I don't know the difference in the complexities of the glyphs that would be necessary."
She draws the curve of the launch, frowns at it. Theory wasn't enough, it would require testing.
"What's the third?"
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He can hear her scribbling away; his fingers close briefly, fruitlessly on air as they would on a pencil or quill. (There's got to be some way to put his ideas down in permanent form, outside his own head or the Fade. If the knots won't work there has to be something else--but he shelves that thought for later.) "You can fix how the boulder spins so the glyph's always oriented the one way--or you can fix the glyph so it always orients itself that way, however the boulder spins. Or a part of it does-- Have you ever seen someone pick up a chicken?"
He's going somewhere with this, from the enthusiasm in his expression.
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