[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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[altusimperius]

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.

[altusimperius]

"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.

[laruetheday]

"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.

[altusimperius]

"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.