Private Character Introduction: Logan Hawke

[modernhawke]

Logan pulled his thick-rimmed black glasses off and rubbed at his eyes before settling them back on his face and pushing them up his nose. Right.

"Anders, you still with us?" he said into his headset, waiting for a reply before they pressed on into the next room. Not for the first time, he wondered who decided his mage should be the leader in these parties. Surely Aveline or Fenris would have been a better choice...and Logan wouldn't constantly be on the verge of death before Anders could heal him. Not that he minded relying on their healer; it was a convenient excuse to complain and whinge and generally talk to Anders more than he otherwise would.

He coughed around a swallow of Sunkist at the thought.

Anders was unusually silent, though Varric's voice said, "You okay there Waffles?" and Carver just groaned loudly and whined, "Can we please get on with it?"

Logan leaned back in his chair and called, "Don't make me come in there, bro," out his open bedroom door and at Carver's door across the hall. He could see Carver flip him off in his closet door mirrors and chuckled. "Love you too Carver!"

Isabela's suggestive purr at that was interrupted by a loud shout through the voice chat, no, a scream, and while everyone else started complaining loudly at the noise Logan felt a jolt of panic go through him, because that had been Anders' voice, like he was flat out panicking and in pain. He grabbed at his headphones with both hands and then he was standing in front of his desk before he realized it.

"Anders? Anders! Anders, are you okay?" But his voice didn't cut through everybody else's clamoring and there was nothing else coming from Anders and Logan groaned, "Shit" and leaned forward towards his screen...

...and then he felt a jolt, like something grabbed him at the navel and yanked him forward. He was falling, he was suffocating, he was...deposited ungracefully five feet up from the ground and tumbling down some huge stone steps on what looked like a real live castle's battlements.

RP: Logan Hawke (NSFW down below)

[serhealsalot_fadewalk]

"Not real. Having a nervous breakdown. And that's fine. It'll be completely fine." Anders felt like he weighed an extra thirty pounds, which wasn't far wrong with how much pond water his clothes had absorbed. He shivered as he approached the looming archway slowly, eyes wide.

The stone felt so real, the grit of mortar flaking under his fingernail, and he trailed his hand along it as he climbed a set of stairs up onto what were... walls. Battlements? The crenelations were the... castle-shaped things at the top?

He'd been playing fantasy games for years and he had no bloody idea.

It was colder as the wind whistled over him, and he huddled, arms going around himself. "Maker save me, I'm going to freeze to death in a hallucination." He kept walking, trying to chafe warmth back into his skin.

The tingling was uncomfortable, like pins and needles, but hot, and trying to get out, which wasn't exactly how he'd ever heard hypothermia described before, so that was a relief. He had to stop and lean against the wall as a violent shudder overtook him.

All of a sudden he was hot, far too hot and he held his hands away from his face, watching his clothes send curls of steam into the air. "Well, fantastic. My fucking fingers are on fire." He just stared in fascination at the licks of yellow-orange flames that limned his hands.

RP: Neria (NSFW, D/s elements)

[wardenalistair]

Alistair had located food enough for dinner from the kitchens. The supplies there were looking a little low, and they'd been here long enough for it to be clear that the food wasn't replenishing itself. So that was worrisome. They would probably need to start rationing soon, something he undoubtedly should speak to Cullen about. Later.

Back in their room, he set out the bread and slightly mealy looking apples and cheese, and then made the bed, stoked the fire, went wandering through the castle and found a rather large bathtub (big enough for the both of them, he thought, if they squeezed a bit, which would certainly not be the worst thing in the world), which he succeeded in dragging back to their room with more effort than he was keen to admit to. He went and fetched water enough to fill it, figuring Neria could warm it whenever they felt like actually using it.

And then that was pretty much everything distracting he could find for himself to do. He supposed he could go and find Anders, or Sigrun, or even his king self, all of them would be pleasant enough conversation, but then Neria wouldn't know where he was, and he wanted to be here for when she came back. It served the double purpose of letting him know she wasn't back yet as well, so he could go down to those dungeons and stab that old bat in the face, if need be.

He perched on the edge of the bed and folded his hands in his lap and bounced up and down lightly with impatience.

He probably should have just insisted on going with her.

Open

[shepardfadewalk]

He caught himself as he staggered into being, biotic shield flaring and gun lifted instinctively. His mind immediately began tumbling through contingencies, explanations, reorientation--he'd been trained to think on his feet, both by a life on the street and later by the assjakes at brain camp.

Not a threat. Wherever he was, he was safe for now.

Slowly, as his eyes swept the room, he lowered the gun. He was in a CIC of some sort, though it looked nothing like any human CIC he'd ever seen. Turian, surely, and yet...that wasn't quite right either.

Whatever it was, it was beautiful.

Shepard reached out to run his hand over the sleek hull as he moved around to the head of what looked to be a star map. It was like one of the model ships he used to steal from rich hobby shops and painstakingly build up piece by piece in the quiet of early morning. It was like his dreams, and for a moment, he could almost imagine himself standing before the glittering star map and giving orders, racing across the stars with a wild sort of joy.

RP: Aria (lavellanfadewalk) ((NSFW content further down))

[blackwall_fadewalk]

Skyhold. He was back in- but the sky…

Sometimes Sera had the absolute right of it. Fucking magic shite.
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OOC: The Eluvian and Missing Characters

[varricmod]

Hi all!

The eluvian has upped its levels of crazy fuckery. Now it has begun luring characters to it (either through literally teleporting them there or by mind control--up to you) and sending them into alternate universes for a time. What does this mean for you?

1. Characters have started to go missing. Because of the weird passage of time here (one character may experience a full week while another experiences only a day or two) and the general oddness of the Fade in general, you may not fully realize someone has gone missing. You may get a sense that something is off, or have a hard time remembering the last time you saw them--or you can be very aware that they are gone. Any reaction works perfectly fine. These characters are out of active gameplay but can be spit back out by the eluvian at any time to rejoin active play. This is a very good way to deal with characters who suddenly go quiet, or for ways to write your own characters aside if you know you'll be gone for a week or so and won't be able to keep up with gameplay.

I've gone ahead and looked through our list of characters and marked everyone who seemed to have gone quiet. These characters are missing. Please do look through the list, and if you see any who shouldn't be there--or you're friends with their player and want to nudge them to see if they want to be on the list or not--let me know. This doesn't mean they are out of the game, I stress. It just means they are currently elsewhere and can come bounding back at any moment.

2. This eluvian fuckery also means that new avenues of gameplay are open to you. Do you want to explore a thread in another universe? Go spelunking through various different settings? Just get away from the castle for a time? Either willing or unwillingly go through the eluvian and you can experience this! Time can pass very differently in these other worlds, and you have no control over where you're going (at least not yet; that will come soon! Ping me if you want to be part of the team that exerts control over the eluvian.) The big rule is you can't go home. Not yet at least. But as more and more control is exerted, home becomes closer and closer.

Whenever you go elsewhere for a thread, just make clear in the subject line where you are so we can all follow along!


Finally, here's the list of active and "Eluvian'd" characters.

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