[open-ish] and they all lived together

[altusimperius]

WHO: Gallows dormitory residents
WHAT: MOVING DAY
WHEN: ...MOVING DAY (and night)
WHERE: group quarters, the former Templar tower
NOTES: Follow your heart and don't feel bound by the prompts. It's fine if your character isn't on the spreadsheet as living here, I'm not your dad

I. Land Rush

The day is defined by its noise and chaos, people coming in and out at all hours to bring their belongings and lay claim to an open bed. There's more than a little confusion, as some bed-owners have no specific belongings to mark their territory as such; there are also those who work the night shift, who are attempting (quite in vain) to get a proper amount of shuteye before they return to the grind.

Things will settle in eventually, but in the meantime, everyone will just have to work it out.

II. First Night In

It's a new space for half the room's occupants. Mice scrabble and squeak in the walls, raising their late winter young. Somebody, perhaps more than one person, snores. There's a dripping coming from somewhere. Just when the majority of the residents have finally drifted off, some asshole gets up for early morning watch duty and knocks a metal tankard off their side table.

There are endless delights to cohabitating, and aren't we all lucky to experience them.

Comments

[favoriteanalyst]

"Okay." So noted. Not everyone has to tell a perfect stranger their life story. Maker knows Mobius skimps over a lot of crucial detail whenever he's asked literally anything about where he's from unless it's absolutely need to know. "You wanna gossip about the ambassador, then? Or maybe give a relative newbie a lay of the land as you see it?"

[altusimperius]

"I'll let the ambassador speak for himself." He gives a wry smile, but there's sincerity in it. "...but don't let him fool you into thinking he's a thoughtless bastard. It really pisses him off when people realize his heart's in the right place."
This is pretty much the closest Bene can get to a prank on Byerly, the one upper-hand he has.

"As for lay of the land, depends on... well. What do you want to know?"

[favoriteanalyst]

"At this rate, I'll start keeping notes." He at least alluded to as such with said ambassador, but frankly, it had all been a jest, just as it is now. He'll come to know people and determine their self from interaction. But a little gossip never really hurts all that much.

"Hmmm...well, if you don't mind me taking a stick and poking at a wasp nest, if you know anything about the general sentiments about mages and Templars and the more-or-less suspended war, that might be a good place to start." It was a big deal when it happened, and even years on, it colors how people see mages (more than usual) and Templars (more unfavorably than usual). And here in Kirkwall, well, those sentiments can only be felt tenfold, he's sure. Helps that he's personally interested, of course, but there's plenty of reason to be curious without having any skin in the game. "Riftwatch is very diverse and accepting of who it lets in. That must lead to a lot of arguments, hurt feelings. Worse?"

[altusimperius]

Benedict's expression cools, evidence in favor of Mobius' statement. He may not be a wasp nest unto himself, but he certainly has his opinions.

"For a while, the Templars had a lot of power here." He furrows his brow, glancing down and away, avoiding Mobius' eyes. "...not the way they would in a Circle, I don't think. I never lived in one, so I don't know, but Riftwatch has definitely involved them when dealing with..."
His gaze goes distant for a moment, his tone deadpan, "mage problems." Such that they are.

"It's been a while, though. All the ones who used to be here have moved on."

[favoriteanalyst]

Mobius gives a soft huff at mage problems. Yeah. That sounds about right. But now he knows--anyone here now that is or was one, they haven't been here all that many years. The others have either died or left. Probably back to the Chantry now with the recall. Means there are still some strong sentiments, but not near as much as there used to be, depending on how often Riftwatch has need to employ their services.

"Makes sense." Tucking all of that away for later. Tucking away Benedict's saying he's never lived in a Circle--something that really would only need said if he's a mage himself. "Less nest-poking, then: how do the divisions get along? Presumably there's a lot of overlap in skill, and missions that have need of all of them. Do the heads get on, or is there some friction to steer clear of?"

[altusimperius]

"Uh... reasonably well." He furrows his brow, thinking hard-- this would be much easier to answer if he didn't personally avoid half of the division heads like his life depends on it (which, at one point, it did).

"They get along well enough to work together when it matters, at least. I wouldn't say that any of them are friends, from what I can tell." He shrugs a shoulder.