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[The following is actually a series of three separate posts to the network; all three are posted in fairly quick succession, likely before anyone can reply to the first two, though they are open to comments.]

how do you make it so not everyone can read one of these things

[like thirty seconds later]

oh

[a couple of minutes later LOCKED FROM CERTAIN PEOPLE NAMED ELENA FISHER]

so a bunch of people use this system to pour their hearts out and get other people to do the same which usually seems weird to me. i mean just because you say it over the mid doesn't mean you won't run into people later and make it really weird and awkward. i don't know maybe that's just me.

except what the hell i'm pretty drunk right now so why the fuck not!

RIDDLE ME THIS, CREWMATES. pretend for a minute that you're a complete asshole who somehow got the most amazing woman in the world to marry you, fucked it up real fast like dropped a grenade on it bad BECAUSE you're a complete asshole, got her to take you back and start over and then fucked it up again.

what do you do? asking for a friend.

also the first person to make a suggestion that actually works can have some of my alcohol stash. everyone else can fuck off i'm not sharing.

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[OPTION 1: DRUNK. Nate is pretty toasted as he wanders around the ship, but not so much than he has trouble getting around with just an occasional stumble. Alcohol tends to loosen his lips, so he'll gladly (well, not he's not real glad about anything right now) talk to anyone who makes the poor life decision to talk to him first.

[OPTION 2: DRUNKER. Jeez, he's getting to be a real mess now. Nate makes a trip to where the Mess Hall used to be so he can pour one out in honor of the lost bar. What a hideous waste of alcohol. Afterward, he visits the observation deck to drunkenly look at the stars, and will stay there.

[OPTION 3: DRUNKEST. Oh god he's so unhappy. Look at this complete wreck of a man who's making the observation deck a pretty unpleasant place to be. He is completely wasted. (Existing CR only for this option please—basically, if they've had at least one conversation, you're good.)]

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darn i was hoping someone could take the fall. at least he could revive your corpse and

NO OK. OKAY. maker that is too much. she doesn't deserve her weird roommate with the annoying dog knowing those details, i'm sure. it wasn't a challenge it was supposed to be a comfort so i can understand her sad looks and give her a knowing glance.

personally it negates my perception of awkward entirely. and i think youre getting there too. congrats.

do you need help getting off the floor?

oh well you should have said something. i don't think that would really help anyway. wait is she having a lot of sad looks?

no. i like the floor i think i'll stay here.

not sure but i can be on the lookout. i'll be the look lookout.

well fair enough. the floor is a great drunk resting spot. but if you need me to drag your corpse around i'll need to know where it is. find the rotting corpse isn't really a fun game. plus magic when you're drunk is fun

ok thanks. i think.

right i'll keep that in mind if i feel like i might be dying. drunk magic sounds dangerous though. more than it already is i mean.

"magic is dangerous", oh you'll fit right in if you ever visit kirkwall

anyway i was going to do the magic and entertain you to try and prevent any sudden dying. maybe well even get some brainstorming done. ive had some great ideas while drunk.

isn't that kind of the point? magic fireballs and stuff? ok confession i don't actually know anything about real magic just movie stuff.

that actually sounds pretty ok. i'm in the observation deck.

[A few minutes later the door opens and steps echo in the observation deck as a massive dog comes bounding up to Nathan Drake and tries to sniff his poor drunken sad sack of a body. Hawke quickly shoos the dog away and drops down beside Nathan. The dog does a round around the observation deck before plopping down next to her as well.]

Maker, I was expecting rough but this is.... [Yikes.] I might have to really come up with some impressive magic.

[What the fuck that dog is huge!!! Nate jerks away from it before he realizes it's not actually going to come eat him.]

Yeah well...I'm not going anywhere. [He waves a hand that happens to have a bottle in it. His legs aren't actually incapacitated, but walking doesn't sound fun.] You've got a captive audience.

[No, he's just going to snuffle around at your bottles before Hawke gives him a light smack on the butt and he settles down on the floor and lets her lean against him like a large furry pillow.]

Hmmm, fire? Ice? Lightning? Gravity? Rock armor is a bit hard without any rocks about. And healing isn't exactly the most exciting.

[In the meantime she produces a small ball of light on her finger and moves it from one hand to the other.]

Surprise me. Or try all of the above.

[He sure as hell isn't picky right now. The ball of light catches his attention, though, and he watches in slack-jawed fascination as only a drunk man can do.]

Thas' pretty cool.

Yeah? It's one of the first tricks mages tend to do. Or at least it was my sister's and my father's. I set my bed on fire because I didn't want to sleep.

[Ahh. She's never gotten to have someone appreciate her magic like this before. Usually because she is also drunk and thus rather inelegant at magic by that point.

The ball of light turns into a small flame.]

Pretty drastic way of skipping a nap.

[He's assuming the fire incident happened when Hawke was a child and therefore more prone to such incidents. Although maybe he shouldn't, based on what he knows of Hawke.]

Got a bunch of magicians in your family?

It's mage not magician. Magicians perform at parties and do silly tricks when they can't afford to hire a proper mage. Which is strong in my family hence setting the bed on fire as a child. My father and sister... [There's a pause. Are? Were? She never can decide what is best to use. Avoiding the topic is easier. So time to turn the tables.] too.

Still, this isn't about me, I'm just the entertainment. [She rolls slightly to the side to tap his bottle which ices over and cools the liquid inside.] I'm not the one who's married. Was married.

[Huh. Strong genes, he guesses. Sparkly ones, because that's obviously how magical genetics work. Nate settles back to enjoy the show, newly iced bottle in hand and ready to salute Hawke, only to give her a sharp look.]

I am married. Watch it with the past tense, okay?

[She raises her arms up in a clear gesture of apology.]

Sorry. Didn't wasn't sure exactly how it ended. Married then. Didn't expect that one.

[After a moment, he just sighs.]

Yeah well. Still kinda up in the air if I don't fix things.

[He sighs.]

Do something sparkly.

Sparkles it is.

[She flicks her fingers and makes little sparkles of light appear in the air and fall to the ground like odd miniature fireworks.]

If you want to tell me what needs to fixed, I'm all ears. I'm one of those people that everyone wants to tell their life story to, apparently.

[Ooh. Pretty. He is captivated. Drunk and captivated.]

In that case I'll spare you. Just make up a reason in your head why I'm an asshole, it's probably close enough to count.

Well at least you're enough of a respectable kind of asshole to go and drink your regrets away instead of not caring.

[She idly taps her fingers together, creating small sparks. Hawke doesn't really have any advice. Marriage is something that she knows exactly zero about besides what she saw from her parents and married life on the run wasn't exactly the sort of idyllic life most imagine. But he really just looks so pathetically sad that it stirs up a strange desire to help.]

Though in terms of actually fixing things, drinking is unfortunately completely useless despite being such a great comfort. It's really one of life's great unfairnesses.

Yay me.

[As the sparks continue, he grows slightly less captivated by them, but he'll keep staring in idle wonderment rather than continue talking about more serious topics. Oh Hawke, if only you did the same.]

Lies. It's extremely useful right now. [...somehow.]

[That's okay, she totally gets it. Maker knows she hates it when people force her to talk about feelings. She's debated throwing herself off her own balcony to avoid it and considering the balcony here is into outer-space.... yeah. She'll drop it. Hopefully, she won't have to do any awkward roommate talks as well.]

True. Let's hope you either have an incredible stash of liquor or the bar will be back soon. Or else it might end up getting rough. For probably about half the ship. It's going to be a long week.

[Feelings!!! They suck!!! But Hawke is the best and he is happy she's dropping it. Shit. That's a feeling.]

I am not thinking past the end of this bottle. Maybe the next one. I'm good at short-term thinking.

[Spoken like that's something to be proud of.]

[Well. That's a relatable statement!]

I agree. Nothing good about long-term thinking anyway. It just leads to feelings of inadequacy, disappointment, and fuel for an existential crisis. Best to keep it in the moment.

Right! See, Hawke, this is why we're friends. You know exactly what I mean.

[Apparently they're friends! Is that a level-up chime in the distance? Nate doesn't know, he never plays video games.]

[Nathan Greatly Approves. Or something. She gives him a grin. Friends in a spot like this? Always a good thing. Plus Nate's a good bro who likes booze and bar fights so that puts him on her Good List.]

It's definitely my life philosophy. Thinking about the future, status, it's far too stressful. Why worry about it when you can have cold ale on a hot summer night in Lowtown?

So let's hope this ship isn't determined to make us think about the long-term.

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lights, drinking, action!

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