[closed] The Great Nerd Hunt

[altusimperius]

WHO: Abby, Benedict, Clarisse (always be concussed), and eventually Isaac
WHAT: using Chantry-sanctioned blood magic to track a pal, coming out of this discovery
WHEN: ehhhh early Drakonis (March)
WHERE: some fuckin swamp somewhere in Orlais
NOTES: getting you getting you getting you

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[armd]

She's in luck there, everything is so... brown. And dead. The weather has been less cold lately, there's been less snow — but the surroundings have only just started coming back to life yet. This is fine, in their favour even. All their camping supplies are faded and will blend in. Abby, letting Clarisse scout ahead, hangs back to guide the griffon down the slope and off the main track, palm settling gently on her neck.

"Blunder's hungry too," she says, "If that makes you feel better."

Blunder is always hungry.

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Moving ahead with Clarisse, Benedict knows well his role in all this: finding firewood, which is easy enough in this scrubby place, and then setting it alight, which… is less easy in the damp, but he’s committed.

He’s cupping a small flame in his hand under the pile he’s created when Abby and Blunder make their way back into view, and it’s only after a first cursory glance that he realizes something amiss.

“Is that—“ he gasps, fixating on a tattered mass on Blunder’s back within beak’s reach, which, upon closer inspection, appears to be a tent: “oh, Blunder, no! NO!”

He nearly forgets about the fire, shaking it from his hand before it can catch on him.

[laruetheday]

At the first gasp, Clarisse is whirling around to find out what's wrong. She's not sure what to expect—her precious griffon bleeding, maybe, or with a broken leg?—but Blunder is just standing there, looking fine. Of course "fine" for Blunder Supreme means that she has a vaguely annoyed look in her eyes, but still, Clarisse can't figure out why Benedict would yell like that if nothing is—

Oh.

"Shit," she says, zeroing in on the tent and realizing right away what must have happened. Blunder had been trailing behind them, unhappy, most of their stuff packed on her back. She must have been ripping at it with her beak all afternoon for it to look like this.

This is... unfixable, she's pretty sure.

"I mean at least it's not raining," she says finally.

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With them all paused, Abby takes the moment to start to haul the supplies off the griffon's back — she immediately stretches her wings out, tossing her head, jawing at nothing with her beak. Up this close to her it's like being in the stables, the scent of feathers and griffon-sweat suddenly overpowering. "I think we overpacked her."

Or she's lazy and vindictive... Hard to tell with Blunder Supreme.

Anyway. The tent is dead. Or, the top one is at least, because the one underneath is totally fine.

She says, a little dismally, "We can probably all fit in one..."

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What they really need is a good fainting couch for the groan-and-slump Benedict is doing, but a rock suffices as he sinks onto it with a dramatic toss of his hair. His face goes into his hands briefly, his fingers curling-- he hates camping, he HATES IT,

"maybe there's an inn," he says weakly, into his hands, "in the swamp."

[laruetheday]

Clarisse scoffs loudly. "I'm not paying for that."

There isn't an inn, obviously, but if there was.

"Just suck it up and sleep in ours." It's big enough and it's one of the temperature controlled ones she got her hands on a while back—she and Abby and Ellie had all been sharing it before Ellie left, and while it hadn't been roomy or anything, it wasn't terrible. A few nights won't kill them.

[armd]

"Unless — do you snore?" She's fiddling with the rips in the canvas as she says it, rubbing the material between her fingers. If it can't be repaired they can finish the job Blunder started, turn it into scraps for tying things together. It can still be useful.

For now, it's gonna be ground cover for the base of the tent that doesn't have an impromptu skylight. It's so mucky out here.

"Help me with this," is directed at Clarisse, as is tossing over a guyline.

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"No, I don't snore," Benedict scoffs, abruptly lifting his face from his hands, unable to keep the sneer from his face at this terrible but likely inevitable idea. He folds his arms, giving himself a few minutes to sulk properly as he watches the girls be industrious.

"Should just make a new one out of Blunder," he grumbles.

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"Hey, shut up." Clarisse almost adds that it's not Blunder's fault, but decides at the last nanosecond that this might be what sends Benedict over the edge. Besides, this is absolutely Blunder's fault.

She goes about helping Abby set up the remaining tent, but can't resist adding, "Besides, that sounds juuust like what someone who snores would say." Hope Benedict is ready for a fun night! And however many nights it takes them to get back to Kirkwall after that!

[armd]

"He definitely snores," Abby says grimly to Clarisse, but grins at Benedict to show him that she's just joking. He's already on edge about having to camp out in the mud, they shouldn't rile him up beyond the point of no return...

Actually, to that point, "Did you bring anything to smoke with you?"

Maybe they should hot box the tent.

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"I don't--" Benedict is in the middle of grousing when Abby asks another question, and he peers up from his sulk, watching her calculatingly.

"--yes,"

[laruetheday]

Benedict might or might not snore, but does he roll around and slap people in his sleep? Because Clarisse does that. Don't tell her, though, she'll get offended.

"Great!" she says, because she honestly, truly believes that being high will improve this situation by... a lot. "We can play truth or dare." What else are they gonna do before they go to sleep? Clarisse had sort of planned on having the tent and Abby to herself, but now that's out, so she's improvising here.