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WHO: Gavin and OPEN
WHAT: Gavin getting his bearings of Skyhold as the Inquisition reels from its loss.
WHEN: Beginning of game timeline, aka, nowish?
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: He's a derp, don't say I didn't warn you. Also, as I mentioned in his app, he's spent a long time wandering Thedas - so if you'd like to have it so they've already met previous to the conclave, and want to hash out some back history, let me know.

He hadn't expected to feel such a weight of helpless loss. After all, he hadn't even met her, despite being in Haven at the time. Despite somehow surviving the mess than ensued. He'd seen her, sure, but she was something high above him and they never actually crossed paths. Which was why, when her death hit him so hard, he was surprised.

It wasn't even the hopelessness that the situation was prone to give birth to. It was honestly for her - for the individual, rather than the Mark on her hand. But how could you mourn a person you never really knew?

Mostly, it turned out, by throwing himself into absolutely anything else. (At least this sort of running from his problems was productive. Mostly.) Luckily, Skyhold was hardly without things to do. The place was a shambles - an absolute mess - so he mostly tried to tag onto whatever work group was currently working. He sort of forgot to sleep, but that wasn't strange in of itself. Nor was the fact that he wasn't actually making himself very useful. He kept getting distracted. It wasn't his fault that everything in this place was fascinating. And fascinating things were much, much better than grief.

Which was why, anyone who happened to be in Skyhold, could find him in some very peculiar places. He'd managed to nearly plummet to his death from the rookery, get tangled in cobwebs in the hidden library in the basement, climb through the hole in Cullen's roof to get distracted by a bird instead of trying to fix it, and even had spent thirty minutes trying to get to know one of the horses. Also he kept not watching where he was going - physically running into people, or backing up into them, letting out a hasty apology and a lopsided, shameful grin.

Comments

[mythalenaste]

Of course they would run into each other eventually. Pel is glad it happens now, when she's still not sure if he survived Haven or not. She can just be happy to see him alive instead of pissed that he left.

She sees him and maybe it's the last thing he expects, but she darts forward to fling her arms around him. First things first, after all.

[serannas]

At some point, he would probably run into Ellana, who was offering help to the stonemason and his crew rebuilding a walkway from the rotunda to the Commander's office on the battlements. With her magic, she carefully energized a large stone and moved it up into place. Thankfully Gavin didn't bump into her until the stone was safely up there, or he would have broken her concentration and that would have spelled disaster. As it was, she let out an "Oof," sound and just managed to keep her footing.

"Gavin! Is something wrong?" Her eyes darted over him, wondering if he was in a hurry for some reason.

Enter one falling target?

[gatheringstorm]

For her part, Korrin was trying to keep her focus on what can be done rather than what's lost. She was in Haven as well, that last night firmly etched in her mind, but dwelling on it did little except give her a desire to hit things. And while there was a use for that, there was more use for people helping out and getting Skyhold into shape. A 'qunari', especially a mage who could energize debris and move it away without any fuss, had uses here.

Eventually taking a break to get some water and explore, Korrin found herself in the rotunda. Arching an eyebrow, she stared upward through the floors, tempted to see what else is up there. Everywhere she turned, there was always something new to see, a new unexplored corner of the castle.

"Just how much more is there to Skyhold....?"

[cameasarat]

Peter was torn. On one hand he recognized, in an objective way, that the rats in the kitchen and stronghold in general were a bad thing that took from the supplies he ate from and needed to be dealt with. On the other, he could sympathize with their plight. They'd been here first, making the castle their own, and suddenly some entitled humans were here and bringing in fresh food then attacking them.

It was a moral conundrum.

So rather than helping get rid of the rats as he'd been tasked to do, Peter tosses another chunk of his bread towards the scouting rodent in the dank basement library beneath Skyhold. He sits along one side of the hall, back against the cold stone, focused entirely on his rat. He only looks away from his rodent friend when an elf suddenly entering the area makes the rat scurry away and Peter's attention jerk to the source of sound- freezing, actually, in a very rodent like way himself.

"They- they sent support troops?"

[el_tybs]

Wiping at the sweat on his brow with the back of his hand, Sam gave the blade he had been hammering a look over. Save for needing some time on the grinder and polishing it was done. It had been in pretty bad shape - it had been pretty bent - when it had been handed off to him, and while it wasn't perfect, it was usable again. Running a thumb over a blunted edge, Sam smiled at imagining where the mended blade would end up.

Well where ever it ended up, it did not matter right now. He needed a break.

"Hey, Fergus. I'm done for the day, going to grab some air and a drink," he calls out as he pulls off the heavy work gloves and apron. There's a return yell from the other blacksmith that he'll see him later, and Sam nods while he puts away the tools and clothing. His nose wrinkles at the fair amount of sweat he's built up, and glances at a polished shield to see that he had managed to smudge dirt over his face. He rolls his eyes at that, followed up with a smile. It felt good knowing he was doing something helpful.

The mountain air is quick to cool him off, and Sam moves with urgency to get to the Herald's Rest. A little too quickly it seems since as soon as he's rounding a corner he finds himself running into someone. Tripping over his own feet he finds himself crashing into the bush next to the wall and blinking owlishly at the whole incident. After some struggling he eventually finds himself back on his feet and turns to whomever he had run into.

"Sorry, about that. You alright?"

[dreadinquisitor]

Maxwell was carrying a grate of root vegetables down to the kitchen when he heard it. A thrashing, a heavy thump, and a cry for help. Skipping down the last few steps, he dropped the crate at the bottom and turned quickly toward the library -- and tried to grin at the sight that greeted him.

"Here," he reached out to the person - he assumed, it was hard to tell under the curtain of white - and took one elbow, pulling them away from the cobweb draped wall and out into the basement proper. He tried not to laugh as he brushed at the sticky film. "It's alright. I can help--"

Bright green eyes and a sheepish smile came into view and he stopped short, dumbstruck.

"...Gavin?"

[arlathvhen]

Beleth had always loved exploring the forest--Her favorite was when they had just moved, and she got out before the others, looking around and learning the lay of the land. Finding old landmarks and new. Now that she's stuck in this strange hold, she figured that it would be best to learn the lay of this place as well. She'd quickly began poking around, finding places no one else seemed to be interested in. Little nooks and crannies and rooms that have been abandoned for ages past. It was enough like exploring an ancient elven ruin to distract the Dalish from feeling that heart rending homesickness she'd been fighting back.

It didn't take too long for her to discover the library, footsteps muffled as she walked inside, looking at the various books. She didn't notice the other visitor at first, rubbing at the thick layer of dust on a book, and pulling it out. It was only after she turned away from the shelf to read it, that she saw a very familiar face tangled up. Her reaction to this was, she would feel later, perfectly reasonable.

She shrieked, dropping the book with a solid thump.