heaven, a gateway, a hope

[byblow]

WHO: Grey Wardens & You
WHAT: A daring and not at all ragtag group of Grey Wardens has walked all the way across Orlais to inform the Inquisition--just in case it hadn't already realized on its own--that everything is terrible.
WHEN: Harvestmere 22
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: This post has: (1) A single group "we just got here, we're freezing, who is in charge, what do you mean you haven't decided yet" starter that we'd like to keep to one chronological thread. (2) Open starters for individual Wardens set later in the day/week.

OOC Note: Regarding the first starter--threadjack away! Anyone is welcome to wander onto the scene to see what's going on and wander back out at their leisure, to fall silent for a while, etc. No tagging order. But let slower taggers get a word in edgewise!

Comments

[amygdalae]

[He lets out a small, amused sound at the suggestion, a tiny smile forming on his lips.]

Coordination would be hard if we were all drunk, I think. [And Bruce himself isn't one for drunkenness and alcohol anyway, so that's already kind of ruined. Not that he'd say anything of that, of course.] But I'm sure we'll be able to figure out something that can make us all work together when the time calls for it.

[Or so he hopes, anyway. Bruce isn't a hopeful kind of person, but--who knows? These were difficult, ever-changing times.]

[bunko]

Oh, learning to fake coordination, that isn't so hard.

[Take it from an expert, an expert who has spent a lot of time being drunk but very successfully acting as if he was not.]

Teaching true unity might actually be harder. I think people like to have things to fight about. I don't know why, but they do. I think it would be tiring.

[amygdalae]

[Well, Bruce supposes he can't quite go against that argument, considering how he's not much of a drinker himself. He hasn't so much as touched a bottle in his life.

That isn't the point, though.]

I can't say I disagree with you. [People somehow always deviate to conflict. Perhaps because it was easier to band together when there was a reason floating above them, a banner that held them together. Or maybe because everyone was different and there would always be conflict.]