[ open] hijinks with sonia

[vorbratta]

WHO: Sonia & YOU
WHAT: Catch-all for social calls, missions and hijinks
WHEN: gestures vaguely at this month
WHERE: Kirkwall, the Gallows
NOTES: Sonia’s info page is here!

Sonia got back from an extended mission that took her out of Kirkwall just a few weeks ago, and then spent the last few weeks fighting off an minor and irritatingly resistant cold. Now that she's no longer sniffling 24/7, it's time for her to get into some more interesting work and socialize like the wine-toting butterfly she is.

She also seems to be amassing quite the collection of children's toys and some clothes, evidently meant as souvenirs. They are slowly taking over one corner of her quarters, like an adorable invasion of stuffed animals.

If you'd like to work on a mission together, hang out (or meet for the first time), or get into trouble (cause problems) with Sonia, hit me up at runawayballista for a starter because I am too old and weary to write generic prompts

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[vorbratta]

Something about the mental image and Athessa's artful little wave of her phantom brush strikes Sonia as incredibly funny, and she collapses against Athessa in an uncontrollable fit of giggles.

"Maybe I should paint myself a portrait while I'm at it." She unsuccessfully tries to smother her laughter with a hand. "Everyone will have to look at my beautiful countenance whenever they look up! Genius!"

[sulahnan]

"But then nobody'd ever get out of bed," she snorts, giggling because Sonia's giggling, and also because she can just imagine that people would find portraits of Sonia Barra on their ceilings to be a bit too stimulating. "Maybe we should paint the ceilings in every enemy household, then they'd never get out, and we'd win by default."

[vorbratta]

"I'll be a war hero," Sonia sings, "my face in every enemy fortress." Her giggling subsides slightly, although her face is still graced by that relaxed, slightly disfocused smile. "Oh, if only the war could be settled with art."

[sulahnan]

"If only," Athessa agrees, and her giggles calm down to a little chuckle here and there as she dreamily stares up at nothing.

"Or food," she says after her mind makes the leap from art to statues, from statues to Rivain, and from Rivain to food. She's not hungry, really, but she could eat. "Shit. We forgot to get snacks."

A rookie mistake. Usually she at least has bread to nibble on, or cheese, or fruit, or something.

[vorbratta]

Oh, no. The second Athessa mentions food, Sonia realizes she is starving. No, not starving. She had dinner only an hour or so ago. She just...really, really wants to be eating something right now.

"Maker, you're right," she breathes. "I think I might die without food. Oh, you know what I could do with right now? My mother makes a wonderful tomato stew with poached eggs..." Her voice trails off dreamily.

[sulahnan]

It's almost like smoking confuses the mouth, makes it think it wants food when really, water would suffice. But that's a thought for after they have snacks and drinks and whatever else.

"Normally I wouldn't think any kind of stew sounds good, but tomato?! With eggs, ugh, that sounds so good. With the runny yolks that just sorta ooze..." Athessa claps her hands onto her cheeks and drags them downwards. "When I was in Rivain I'd get this spicy curry from an old woman I'm pretty sure used to be a pirate queen or something, it was soooo good, it had potatoes and a bunch of vegetables and bits of chicken in it, and soft, warm bread to dip in it."

[vorbratta]

"Ugh, that sounds divine," Sonia says, throwing herself dramatically across Athessa's lap as though it were a fainting couch. "I can't believe you're torturing me like this. I'd kill a man for soft warm bread. I've never wanted soft warm bread so much in my life."

[sulahnan]

"We could...maybe...go get some...?"

She wiggles her legs a little, just enough to convey I'm trapped! but not enough to actually jostle Sonia. Athessa likes having friends who lay on her, or sit on her, or drape limbs over her. It's nice.

But also: WARM BREAD!!

"We can check the kitchen."

[vorbratta]

Sonia rolls herself off of Athessa's lap with surprising grace for someone so thoroughly stoned, her eyes huge and bright.

"Oh, let's." She springs to her feet with a swish of her hair and offers a hand to Athessa. "Athessa, you're brilliant."

[sulahnan]

Athessa tucks her knees to her chest and rolls backwards into a crouch before hopping up. She pauses for a moment to let her head stop swimming at the sudden change in altitude, then pivots on her heel to lead the way.

"To the kitchen!"

--

But of course, when they get there, there's no bread. Not warm, not cold, not stale. No bread. At all. The elf drops to her knees and lets out a petulant whine that kind of sounds like but I wanted breaaaad but it's too inarticulate to tell for sure.

"What do we do now?!"

[vorbratta]

This is tantamount to emergency. Sonia frowns, fiercely, staring at into a fairly well-stocked pantry in intense contemplation.

"We improvise," she announces finally, pointing directly ahead. "With whatever we find in there."

[sulahnan]

She looks doubtfully in the direction Sonia is pointing.

"Sonia. I have a terrible confession to make. I...don't know how to make bread." In other words: she's gonna be terrible at improvising in this department.

[vorbratta]

Sonia looks shocked. A hand goes to her chest. "Maker's breath, neither do I."

But who needs bread? Warm bread, yes, that would be lovely, yes, but suddenly Sonia is craving sweeter things. She begins rummaging through the pantry in search of some confection so considerately prepared for their sweet theft. "So we improvise elsewhere! Oh! Or we could try to reinvent bread ourselves. How hard could it be?"

The idea is hilarious.

[sulahnan]

It is very fucking hilarious.

And the mention of elsewhere gives Athessa an idea. She gasps and jumps to her feet, then steadies herself against Sonia when she gets lightheaded from standing too quickly.

"Hightown! Colin lives there, and he knows how to cook."

[vorbratta]

Sonia's brow furrows as she weighs in this new idea. Her brain makes a sound like a golden retriever whining in response.

"How long will it take to get to Hightown?" she says, pursing her lips at the pantry. This feels like an urgent issue.

[sulahnan]

Oh. Right. It takes time to get places.

"Hm. A while, the ferry in't very fast. Unless...we don't take the ferry."

[vorbratta]

Sonia looks momentarily fascinated by the idea, then frowns.

"I am not swimming to the mainland," she declares flatly.

Her hair, Athessa!!!

[sulahnan]

Are you kidding? What about Athessa's hair?!

"We're not gonna swim," She grabs Sonia's hand and starts to tug her along in the general direction of the aerie. "We're gonna fly."

[vorbratta]

Sonia looks at her, wide-eyed, and then just incredibly stupidly. Almost as though she's waiting for Athessa to sprout wings.
"How?"

[sulahnan]

"We'll borrow a griffon!" It sounds better than steal, or abscond with, but also it's good for the griffons to get out once in a while, so really it's a win-win situation.