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[varricmod]

So here's the thing.

Whatever the running theory is (Fade, demons, alternate worlds, Eluvian fuckery), for right now, we're stuck here. Someone else can take charge of all the perimeter checking and puzzle solving and magic book reading--that isn't where my skill set tends to lie.

I'm the guy you go to for a beer and a good story. And, in this case, food and a bed.

I've started taking inventory of basic provisions. More details on that later. I've also started pulling together some general necessities, like blankets and changes of clothing. I'm sorting them in the great hall--grab what you need, but please mark down what you take so we can keep an accurate count. If you need help finding a place to sleep, let me know and I'll help get you settled.

Okay, all that shit aside, I think we need to try to gather together--all of us--and start getting to know faces and names. I'm Varric Tethras--short guy, blonde hair, can't miss me. I'll be cooking a group meal for anyone who wants to come to the grand hall to get it. I'll also pull out some cards. We need some levity pretty damn fast.

The military sort can worry about keeping us safe. Me? I'll work on keeping us comfortable and sane.

Comments

[thecryoftheseagulls]

I like to think I did prophelitize just fine, Isabela. For six years. Minus the cat, of course. Sadly, I don't have the latest copy of my manifesto to wave around self-righteously as evidence, but I daresay that would just be playing into your expectations of me, so I shan't do that anyways.

This Marian person seems to be saying things were - well. Never mind that, or I'll start proselytizing again. I haven't seen Varric yet, no.

[hallianna]

Ah, Anders, I have missed you.

When I get to you, do me two favors - no Justice, and no waving that stack of papers in my face, and we'll be fine. I'm thinking drinking - lots of it - will be needed tonight.

And yes, I'm dragging your skinny ass to the tavern. No arguments.

[thecryoftheseagulls]

I'll do my best for the first, and I think I can guarantee the second.

I would say 'aye, captain,' but you seem to be calling yourself an admiral now. You'll have to explain that one to me. In any case, I've beat you to the tavern already.

...it's not getting drunk if it's happening in a facsimile of the Fade, right?

Right.

[hallianna]

Then we'll be just fine.

And "Aye, Captain" is fine, too. The admiral status is all in the hat, Anders. Remember that. You'd look quite fetching in the right hat.

I just got to the tavern, save me a seat? I just put out an open call to everyone who's stuck in this Maker-forsaken place to come and drink. Those casks and bottles on the side of the room are for anyone, so crack one open. I'll be happy to help you empty it.

[thecryoftheseagulls]

Oh no. Nope. I've had too many bad experiences with atrocities calling themselves 'hats' and 'mage caps'. I've sworn off the things forever. You're on your own there.

Hoods, though...I do look dashing in the right hood. Adds to my rebel apostate mystique, you know.

[hallianna]

Hmmm, I hadn't considered a hood.

Oh yes, I can see that now. Hood pulled low, shading those pretty eyes of yours. Face shrouded in darkness, only your cheekbones and lips showing.

Oh, you bad rebel apostate, you. Here, drink the rest of this while I go open another bottle.

[varricmod]

Varric got waylaid putting out non-literal fires. Good news: it looks like you shouldn't have too much trouble with this crowd. Bad news: we're going to have to do the awkward man-hug thing. It's been an age.