voice;

[otiosity]

Not to interrupt any serious conversations anyone is having about dim hallways and new captains and stumbling into another dimension but-

Does anyone have an extra set of clothes for sale for a tall.... tall-ish person? My only pair were taken by slavers and I don't have enough sense of duty and authority to wear the uniform they gave to me. [Read: SHE THINKS IT LOOKS AWFUL.] And I have been told in the past by certain people that it's not "appropriate for the city's champion" to refuse to wear proper clothes. So basically, looking for something non pretentious and and that properly marks me as the dashing rogue that I am.

In exchange, I can give you 5 gold coins, a deck of glass playing cards, 2 magic tricks, and a beautiful piece of artwork to hang in your room by our favorite local artist Nathan Drake.

Please send all inquiries to Hawke at the talkie thing on your wrist.

Comments

[otiosity]

I'm glad that you're validating my past choices.

[YAY VIDEO. Hawke reaches up to scratch her face. Her hands are bruised.]

I can but it's harder. We're disconnected from the Fade here. It's like it's mostly out of our reach and so it's harder for us to use our magic.

[deconstruct]

You're welcome.

[ he thinks to ask what exactly the Fade is, but files it away for the moment. ]

There's more magic people from the same place as you here?

[otiosity]

There's... [She wants to call him "the Tevinter" but that won't mean shit to anyone else.] a man named Dorian. He's also a mage. We'd never met until we both ended up here. Isn't destiny hilarious? And annoying.

[deconstruct]

Why's that? You don't like him?

[ mage wars!!! ]

[otiosity]

He's the nicest Tevinter I've ever met.

[PA as fuck, Hawke. She likes Dorian but she doesn't exactly trust him.]

Still, can't help to hope to see someone familiar instead of someone from your massive continent. Some people seem to have better luck with that.

[deconstruct]

Yeah, I think I beat you on that one. Three people I know from home came with here.

[ which... probably doesn't make her feel any better. woops. ]

Sorry. At least your friends are having to deal with bullshit rationing and space jellies.

[otiosity]

True. They deal with enough bullshit back home so adding to it would just be unfortunate. But also kind of how destiny seems to work with us so I'm expecting they'll show up when things are at the absolute lowest point.

[deconstruct]

You don't seem to get along much with destiny.

[otiosity]

I've come to the unbiased conclusion that destiny fucking hates me. And I'll probably have years of issues thanks to that.

[deconstruct]

Sorry, man. Sucks to be you. At least you can throw fireballs at people?

[otiosity]

[It sucks to be her SO HARD. But she won't tell you that.]

If only I could shoot fireballs at destiny. In the mean time I hope most of the people you know who are here aren't the sort you want to shoot fireballs at.

[deconstruct]

[ there there, boo. At least you look badass. Andyr lifts a shoulder in a noncommittal shrug, making an ‘eh’ sound. ]

One of them. Maybe one and a half. Still deciding on it, but I’ll live.

[otiosity]

[She's so proud to be badass.]

Well. That's not the worst ratio of people to set on fire that I've ever heard.

[deconstruct]

It’s better than I usually have, so that’s something. Progress or whatever.

[ the people he wants to set on fire on a daily basis, when back home, tends to be in the hundreds, at least. ]