( open ) let me tell you a secret —

[delphian]

WHO: Tsenka Abendroth & some strangers.
WHAT: Tsenka dreamwalks through the Gallows.
WHEN: Over the course of this month.
WHERE: Asleep in your beds.
NOTES: You do not have to have commented on my OOC post to participate. Details within. Chicken horse not guaranteed.

HOW THIS WORKS.

Under ordinary circumstances, Tsenka is an expert in the delicate, painstaking manipulation of a dreamscape in order to extract the information that she wants—in this case, she is seeking knowledge of Riftwatch, the Inquisition, Kirkwall, the state of things and the safety of mages within the Gallows presently. Unfortunately, in this case, she is also fresh off about two and a half years in captivity during which she was often kept drugged out of her mind and exhausted from sleep deprivation; these are not ordinary circumstances, and she is not at her best. Her attempts to guide dreamers to what parts of their psyche she wants to see may not be as deft as they ordinarily would, and she'll have less patience for dreams embedded in less relevant information.
I will write Marcus's starter, but your character's dreams will begin like any other; set up your dreamscapes below, and await the chicken horse.

Comments

[acreage]

If the lapse in tone is noticed —

it's not noticed. In his perception, the Gallows feels warm, and above all safe. She might catch a flicker-flash of spoken memory, if she presses that sense of security, an we would kill them, and the Gallows is a very defensible position. I like our chances. The same grim stone and weeping statues that once kept people in, now keeps those shadowy figures in Tevinter green out,

and he reaches his room faster than he might normally. There's space enough for three, easily, a fireplace with a merry flame, an abundance of books and papers.

[delphian]

A gust of wind from beneath a door or through a window rifles aimlessly through his papers, sending some of them spinning lazily through the air; Tsenka, unseen, plucking one at random out of the air to study it.

The room is warm, and there is a cup of coffee already waiting for him on his desk.

[acreage]

Maybe that's what he'd been looking for, the coffee — it's certainly what he goes to first, taking a drink heedless of his scattering papers.

Of which one comes into Tsenka's hand. The page reflects one on his desk in real life; in a clean, loping script is a series of notes about some kind ground-based weapon, observations about its workings, its potential against, for instance, a dragon.