WHO: sam drake, beth greene, laura kint, & YOU WHAT: open post to try and get back into the groove. starters in comments, hmu for something custom. WHEN: post-modplot, generally in august WHERE: the gallows, kirkwall NOTES: tbd
Turns out everyone has to go here eventually. To map it, to learn more about it--and in Beth's case, to get familiar with what it even is. And it sounds cool, magic and dreams all mixed into one. Go in with a partner, follow the paths.
But her first steps go from fascinated to seasick when she crosses the threshold of the mirror (eluvian, it's called an eluvian), her head swimming. Everything feels slightly off, a little groan escaping her as she tries to find her balance. "Um--is it supposed to--be like this?"
Almost everyone's been in Riftwatch longer than her. She's figuring her partner'll know.
[ around the gallows. ]
The Gallows is pretty nice, by Beth's standards--like the prison she used to live in, but with baths and cooks and solid doors. And after the firefights and sieges and diplomatic missions and everything else from the last month, she's pretty content to hang out there, for the most part.
Her bedroom is frequently closed up and locked tight, but sometimes she leaves the door open. Inside, it's a cozy room, with broadsides and illustrations pasted up on the walls and a small collection of figurines standing on a shelf. She's fussing with her first purchase of any consequence, a round-bellied lute not unlike the one she'd tried out in Bastien's office. Anyone on the fourth floor of the old Templar Tower is probably going to hear it being played like it's actually an acoustic guitar, strummed and plucked at all hours of the day (and some of the night).
More and more, she comes to the training yard, where she doesn't know a lot what she's doing, but she's trying. People have given her things to try, exercises to make her faster with a knife, and there's plenty of practice dummies to use them on.
Sometimes she ends up in a chapel or prayer garden, sitting quietly and staring at...well, not much. Very healthy, very normal. The chapel's a perfect place to hide during a thunderstorm, especially.
And sometimes she's at the tennis court. "You wanna play? You'll...have to tell me what the rules are here."
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The chapel is indeed a good place to hide during a thunderstorm. It's also a good place to dry off and take a nap during said thunderstorm. Nothing makes Edgard more sleepy than the sound of an oncoming storm.
Lightning flashes and Edgard goes straight to the comfiest pew. (Of course he knows which one is comfiest). He throws himself down on it without looking. It's occupied.
"Agh--!" Before she's thought about it--or anything else, for that matter--she's leapt out from under the body coming at her, pushing it away even as she's backing up toward the wall.
Her breath comes quick as she tries to recover her sense of place and time. It's just someone from Riftwatch, it's nothing. It's nothing. "Y-yeah. What're you--?"
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beth greene.
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Turns out everyone has to go here eventually. To map it, to learn more about it--and in Beth's case, to get familiar with what it even is. And it sounds cool, magic and dreams all mixed into one. Go in with a partner, follow the paths.
But her first steps go from fascinated to seasick when she crosses the threshold of the mirror (eluvian, it's called an eluvian), her head swimming. Everything feels slightly off, a little groan escaping her as she tries to find her balance. "Um--is it supposed to--be like this?"
Almost everyone's been in Riftwatch longer than her. She's figuring her partner'll know.
[ around the gallows. ]
The Gallows is pretty nice, by Beth's standards--like the prison she used to live in, but with baths and cooks and solid doors. And after the firefights and sieges and diplomatic missions and everything else from the last month, she's pretty content to hang out there, for the most part.
Her bedroom is frequently closed up and locked tight, but sometimes she leaves the door open. Inside, it's a cozy room, with broadsides and illustrations pasted up on the walls and a small collection of figurines standing on a shelf. She's fussing with her first purchase of any consequence, a round-bellied lute not unlike the one she'd tried out in Bastien's office. Anyone on the fourth floor of the old Templar Tower is probably going to hear it being played like it's actually an acoustic guitar, strummed and plucked at all hours of the day (and some of the night).
More and more, she comes to the training yard, where she doesn't know a lot what she's doing, but she's trying. People have given her things to try, exercises to make her faster with a knife, and there's plenty of practice dummies to use them on.
Sometimes she ends up in a chapel or prayer garden, sitting quietly and staring at...well, not much. Very healthy, very normal. The chapel's a perfect place to hide during a thunderstorm, especially.
And sometimes she's at the tennis court. "You wanna play? You'll...have to tell me what the rules are here."
[ wildcard. ]
[ Want to hit me with something unexpected? Go for it. Want a bespoke starter? Grab me on plurk or discord. ]
Chapel
Lightning flashes and Edgard goes straight to the comfiest pew. (Of course he knows which one is comfiest). He throws himself down on it without looking. It's occupied.
"Sorry!" He yelps leaping up. "Beth, right?"
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Her breath comes quick as she tries to recover her sense of place and time. It's just someone from Riftwatch, it's nothing. It's nothing. "Y-yeah. What're you--?"
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"Sometimes I come here to take a nap. Not usually anyone here. 's nice. Didn't see you."
He doesn't move, but tilts his head down a little, concerned. "Alright there?"