( closed-ish )

[excipio]

WHO: Caspar Perakis, Kenna Carrow, Lukas & friends
WHAT: Misc starters
WHEN: Varies, default backdated to pre-Elf Drama
WHERE: All over Kirkwall/the Gallows
NOTES: Closed starters below! Feel free to DM/otherwise get in touch if you want something with any of mine.

[ placeholder to guilt me into writing open starters later, maybe ]

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for ilias.

[excipio]

Am I interrupting?

[ A rhetorical question, asked after he's already let himself in — easy to do, given the other man's focus on paperwork and other work, which Caspar is absolutely interrupting. You can't technically interrupt when you've been invited, though, and he has been. Or requested, or very informally ordered. Whatever label his favors for Riftwatch fall under.

The door was half-open when he arrived; now it's mostly open thanks to a gentle, quiet push, and while the question's rhetorical enough that he's already a few steps into the room, he's hardly close enough to get a good look at any of the papers in question. He hasn't forgotten all his manners. ]

for leander.

[excipio]

[ There's really no way to make a clearly deliberate and unannounced visit while someone's at work casual, so he doesn't try; when he shows up it's for completely reasonable work purposes. A small stack of letters, tied neatly together, intercepted from a pair of Southern nobles whose relevance is heavily outweighed by the intensity (and stupidity) of their opinions on Riftwatch and Corypheus. Groundbreaking? Not really, but still worth knowing.

Caspar sets the letters on the desk without asking in a gesture that's more routine than it is deliberately rude, offering the man behind said desk a friendly nod in greeting. ]

Some new reading material — a bit cliché, not overly inspiring. Perhaps it'll age well.

for wysteria.

[gritted]

"Do you want to get married?"

It's a third beer question, asked while she's leaning forward on the cramped table in the cramped tavern she's somehow dragged Wysteria to, to unwind. She's not a lightweight, and she's certainly not drunk, but Kenna is slowly listing towards substantially tipsy. It takes her a moment to hear her own question and quickly add, "Generally, I mean. To people."

What was the lead-up? Was there a lead-up? Some gossip, maybe, about Orlesian weddings and whether that level of pomp is fun or obnoxious and how they compare to the weddings Wysteria's used to.

for hot mom.

[tensive]

Research, it turns out, is mostly a euphemism for running notes and errands and looking up and delivering books to people with better titles and in other departments. It's a bit of a flashback to his earlier days in Kinloch, but that isn't altogether a problem; it only becomes one when the person asking for favors decides to be friendly, start a conversation, otherwise waste his time.

Which is why there's a certain irony to the fact that he's the guilty party, this time — after a second look and a very serious delay to consider whether he can be bothered. Lukas is dropping off some carefully rolled notes and a few books at a nearby shelf, meant to be picked up later. He doesn't stop altogther; just slows a bit, gradually, giving the woman across the small office space a curious look.

"They've got you doing paperwork?"

He doesn't ask if it's Fitcher, because he knows it is. Manners are fine. Manners at the cost of playing dumb, not so much.