Open Catch-All | If my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy

[keenly]

WHO: Colin & you
WHAT: Catch-all for March/Drakonis
WHEN: Entire month
WHERE: Kirkwall, Val Royeaux
NOTES: Content warnings, OOC notes, links to other relevant posts, etc.

Sidony and Alexandrie

Since the Veil tore in this tower, Colin has had his hands full with melancholia patients. Some just need a little care and nurturing; others require alcohol infused with senna and any number of herbal teas for anxiety. He is in the process of stuffing leaves into a bottle when the door opens. He does not look up.

"Can I help you?" he asks distractedly, coming out of the haze of thought he always falls into when performing menial tasks.

Anders

There's a knock on Anders' door, and it is followed by Colin's muted smile as he holds up a bottle of wine.

"I'm, um. It's stupid, but I'm moving out. Officially. Just got permission this morning. Celebratory drink, for another mage getting out of the Gallows?"

Bartimaeus

To say it's a shock to see Bartimaeus casually in the hallway would be both correct and misleading, as if he would merely freeze in place instead of swearing and starting backwards, dropping everything he was holding. Also, he's not near any doors, which is. Fun. But it has occurred to him that this may simply be a weird rifter and not a demon, especially given the shard on his hand. Doesn't make him want to be in this hallway, but it does make him look embarrassed at his alarm as he gives a sheepish wave.

"Sorry," he says even though it was his own crap he dropped, which he stoops to pick up. "Hello, um. Again. How are you?"

Because their last encounter totally ended well.

Wildcard

Comments

[reshapes]

It's a funny thing, isn't it? He's heard all kinds of chatter about the Rifter who went to the dungeon since he's been out, but very few people seem to realize the individual in question might very well be the Rifter they're sitting right next to as they gossip. There's a kind of cool security in that sort of anonymity; it means he really only has to be on the lookout about being on his best behavior in front of a few select persons. That chap who's the head of Research, for example.

This one, he thinks, doesn't really qualify.

Which is good, because he doesn't have this pocketful of raw eggs for nothing. He'd hate for them to go to waste.

--But more on that later. Right this second, the boy raises his hand in a mirroring wave. His is rather more enthusiastic. He smiles and it is the fundamental opposite of benign, but who's counting?

"Oh, just grand. I seem to have gotten lost on my way deeper into the dungeons, but wouldn't you know it? I don't really mind."

[justice_is_blond]

"Moving out? I mean, of course." Anders smiles faintly and waves Colin in. The room is a little more bare than it's been before, with fewer belongings. "Why is it stupid, and where are you going?"

Purrelden hops off the table to come sniff at Colin, but Pawdric doesn't shift from his spot on the pillow.

haaaaay

[coquettish_trees]

"Indeed you can!" A bright accented exclamation. Hullo, Lexie.

"Have you a moment, cher? I should like to introduce you to someone." She’ll wait until he looks up and then gestures elegantly to the woman at her side. “Lady Sidony Venaras, of Nevarra. A most ardent and talented student of the non-magical healing arts, with a persistent desire to improve her abilities so as to better preserve us all. She expressed an interest in speaking about possible improvements in herbal remedy, and so!” A flourish. Here we are! She turns then to Sidony and makes indication towards Colin.

“My very dear friend Colin, of whom I made mention. A dedicated healer both magical and mundane, well versed in the properties and application of herbs—as is currently being demonstrated—and unsurpassed pastry chef. At least, in Kirkwall.” Alexandrie’s eyes sparkle mischievously. Orlais isn’t giving up the pastry crown yet.