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open | brain heat meme
WHO: Anyone
WHAT: Nightmares, slumber parties, etc.
WHEN: Throughout Justinian
WHERE: Kirkwall and surrounding areas
NOTES: Ignore the first prompt if you're bothered by bugs. Also, while this is primarily to help people RP about their nightmares, feel free to use it for any kind of RP you want. (I.e., you have permission to set up a truth or dare game at the slumber party.) Talk about dreams OOC over here
WHAT: Nightmares, slumber parties, etc.
WHEN: Throughout Justinian
WHERE: Kirkwall and surrounding areas
NOTES: Ignore the first prompt if you're bothered by bugs. Also, while this is primarily to help people RP about their nightmares, feel free to use it for any kind of RP you want. (I.e., you have permission to set up a truth or dare game at the slumber party.) Talk about dreams OOC over here
This month, our heroes' sleep is getting more and more troubled. Here are some excuses to write about it.
I. SLUMBER PARTY: Mid-month, an infestation of hardy, prolific Antivan fleas requires everyone to avoid spending prolonged periods of time in their bedrooms while local alchemist Lloyd Meyers eradicates the bugs with his proprietary smoke bombs (and an equally proprietary flea bath for the Gallows' many pets). While the rooms air out for two or three nights post-treatment, bed rolls are available on the floor of the unstaffed dining hall. Sleeping outside in the courtyards is also an option, but a sudden squall of a thunderstorm will drive people inside on the second night.
Footnote: Characters who live in the city are welcome to join this slumber party anyway. Maybe they miss the ferry ashore, maybe they're afraid of tracking fleas into their own homes, maybe they already did track fleas into their homes and Lloyd is treating them too, etc.
II. ROOM SHARE: Does the thought of sleeping in the dining hall with all of your coworkers make you break out in hives? Have you missed the ferry on any other evening of the month? Lowtown has inns, and Riftwatch has a docks-side warehouse with a few side rooms outfitted as bedrooms. But there are only so many rooms available, so you might wind up sharing a room (or a bed) with a friend or whoever is nearby and desperate.
III. CAT NAP: A lack of sleep—whether it be from the nightmares, the workload, routine insomnia, or staying up too late playing Truth or Dare during the Antivan Flea Incident—might make a cat nap on a desk, in a reading nook, or over breakfast particularly appealing. And bad dreams don't need more than a few minutes to get rolling.
IV. CAMP OUT: Investigating reports of enemy scouts in the mountains, traveling along the roads to a neighboring city-state on a diplomatic errand, looking into reports of weird magic on the Wounded Coast, or heading north to provide some assistance to the war effort? All might require pitching a tent and bunking down for the night with your colleague, whether you like them or loathe them.
V. NORMAL NIGHT: If you’re already sharing a room or bed with someone, you don't need this post. But you can still use it for your nightmare threads.
VI. BETTER IDEA: Do whatever you want. Live your dreams.
I. SLUMBER PARTY: Mid-month, an infestation of hardy, prolific Antivan fleas requires everyone to avoid spending prolonged periods of time in their bedrooms while local alchemist Lloyd Meyers eradicates the bugs with his proprietary smoke bombs (and an equally proprietary flea bath for the Gallows' many pets). While the rooms air out for two or three nights post-treatment, bed rolls are available on the floor of the unstaffed dining hall. Sleeping outside in the courtyards is also an option, but a sudden squall of a thunderstorm will drive people inside on the second night.
Footnote: Characters who live in the city are welcome to join this slumber party anyway. Maybe they miss the ferry ashore, maybe they're afraid of tracking fleas into their own homes, maybe they already did track fleas into their homes and Lloyd is treating them too, etc.
II. ROOM SHARE: Does the thought of sleeping in the dining hall with all of your coworkers make you break out in hives? Have you missed the ferry on any other evening of the month? Lowtown has inns, and Riftwatch has a docks-side warehouse with a few side rooms outfitted as bedrooms. But there are only so many rooms available, so you might wind up sharing a room (or a bed) with a friend or whoever is nearby and desperate.
III. CAT NAP: A lack of sleep—whether it be from the nightmares, the workload, routine insomnia, or staying up too late playing Truth or Dare during the Antivan Flea Incident—might make a cat nap on a desk, in a reading nook, or over breakfast particularly appealing. And bad dreams don't need more than a few minutes to get rolling.
IV. CAMP OUT: Investigating reports of enemy scouts in the mountains, traveling along the roads to a neighboring city-state on a diplomatic errand, looking into reports of weird magic on the Wounded Coast, or heading north to provide some assistance to the war effort? All might require pitching a tent and bunking down for the night with your colleague, whether you like them or loathe them.
V. NORMAL NIGHT: If you’re already sharing a room or bed with someone, you don't need this post. But you can still use it for your nightmare threads.
VI. BETTER IDEA: Do whatever you want. Live your dreams.
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She waggles it at him.
"What'll you give me?"
It's hard to say whether she's joking.
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Seth approves, for the record.
But he isn't exactly flush. Yet.
"Split what I've got in my flask?" is the best he can offer. Money's out, collateral is thin. Leaves him without much in the way of bartering.
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"Deal. You split yours, I'll split mine."
Fair's fair, though- it's her last one. Maybe that's her good deed for tonight. She tilts her head towards the doorway. Best not to smoke inside; they've got other people who live here.
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They relocate onto the steps. It's drizzling, but comfortably warm. Yesterday's storm is passing, which means the morning will probably be sticky and miserable. Seth's lived plenty without central air conditioning, to the point where it wouldn't bear mention anywhere else, but in Thedas it's just one more irritation to tally up.
The flask is plain, leather-wrapped. Battered. Seth had only just put it back into his coat pocket before everything.
"Got it topped off this afternoon," he tells her. "Whiskey."
Strong whiskey. Seth's favorite kind of alcohol, the kind that kicks and tastes a little bit like something it's a mistake to be drinking.
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She smells it, breaths out hard through her mouth.
"Smells like home."
Takes a taste. It burns all the way down, just like should, has a strong aftertaste. She coughs only a little, passes it back.
"Your drink of choice?"
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Richie would have a specific vintage at the ready, something expensive, high-class, notes of whatever. There'd been a point where Seth would have had some similar answer.
But these days, he's gotten less particular.
A break, while he draws in a deep lungful of smoke. Holds it a moment, slanting a look over at her.
"How old are you?"
Not accusing just. Trying to get a sense of exactly what he's signing up for.
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"... twenty-three? I think? Depending on what part of summer it is it might be twenty-four?"
Ellie knows that's young to some of the people here. For her, it's older than a lot of people get. She rubs at a scar on her cheek, plants one foot on the step with her, drapes her arm around it.
"Are you going to tell me you're actually 1500 years old and a former god?"
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A quick sweep of the room, wondering which of these fucks fit that descriptor, before he puffs out a misshapen cloud of smoke. Not his best, but Seth's preferences had never really been smoke-based.
"Jesus Christ. No," Seth answers. "You hear that line often around here? I thought it was just the Gandalfs and Legolases we were working with around here."
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"I kinda wonder sometimes. Somebody could come out of a Rift and just make shit up. They could say they were a god or something and we'd probably be like cool, here's a sword. Kick some Venatori ass. Have fun."
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Not the making shit up.
"They hand you that bow and drop you on the first boat out to go fight?"
The elfroot is surrendered. Little curls of smoke escape Seth's mouth as he speaks, some last lingering traces escaping as he speaks.
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"Nah, you're only fighting if you actually join up. And even then, you don't have to join on the combat side of things. I chose it."
Ellie squints, thinking, and breathes out through her nose before passing it back.
"I'm better with guns, but that's not a thing here. Archery's something I picked up as a kid."
She hesitates, still unsure of how to put it, even after all the times she's explained.
"I came from an apocalypse. This place is a step up. You?"