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Closed prompts but also open!

Who: Hawke, Adrien, that jerk Tony Stark, that jerk Nathan Drake, maybe some other jerks, maybe you!
When: The early part of the month
Where: The med bay, the site on the ship formerly known as the bar, the observation deck, and around.
What: Reuniting with people after cryo, that horrible slaving experience, and dealing with lyrium overdosing and mana exhaustion. FUN STUFF.
Warnings: Mentions of slavery, nudity, medical stuff, general hawkewardness.

For the first time since she's arrived on the Moira. Hawke dreams in the Fade. Perhaps it's a side effect of all of those lyrium potions she took. Or just pure luck that it happens while she's recovering in the hospital. But either way, it's a return to the comforting familiar. Or as familiar as a twisted green raw metaphysical realm can be.

It's darker than she remembers. And she moves slowly and clumsily as though moving through flowing water up to her chest. It's the same strange distance that she feels when she tries to cast spells as she wakes. Everything seems to be off in the eternal distance with the Black City. She sees Kirkwall, standing tall on the horizon, it's port unchained waiting for her. She hears whispers, voices. Some familiar, the ones she always hears: her father, Bethany, Carver, mother... and sometimes Varric and Isabela and Aveline.

"Come home sister." Bethany's voice says off in the distance, coming from behind instead of from Kirkwall before her. As she turns, she can see her childhood home out of the corner of her eye only briefly than it vanishes.

"Have you abandoned your city, Champion?" Knight-Commander Meredith's voice asks coldly in the distance echoing from the towers of the vision of Kirkwall before her. The tone in her voice is clear. 'Of course you did, a mage would never stand and protect the people of this city'. Another failure on the list.

"What about us?" Before her Kirkwall warps, the former slave city turning into the port she barely just escaped from. From one city of chains into another. The voices of the slaves, the people she saw in the prison, the dark haired girl like Bethany, ask her why she left. Why did she leave without helping them.

Hawke pauses. Unsure whether or not to move forward. What if by going there she only makes things worse. The landscape is suddenly barren. There's no Kirkwall. No slave city. No childhood hope. Everything is empty except for the Black City where it looms always.

"Marian," Her father's voice whispers in her ear. "Where are you going? You're going to get lost if you wander too far from home." No one has called her by her first name in so long. It gives her pause.

And then she wakes up.

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Isn't destiny almost anything unexpected? I have an overabundance destiny if you ask me.

[She instinctively arches her back when he shoves his hand up her back but then quickly occupies herself by trying to figure a way to get it off of her shoulders. After a few moments of struggling victory is achieved and she pulls it out from under her shirt and tosses it over her shoulder.]

I'm sure you're the hero of women everywhere desperate to be free of their uncomfortable undergarments.

[She's aware that to someone that is probably sexy but Nathan Drake is just like... a tree to her. Nice but non sexual. Besides, that would just be weird.]

Not really, unless stubbing my toe in the shower this morning was destiny.

[What a boring destiny. He watches with mild interest as she ditches the bra without taking off her shirt—that's magic, is what it is. Maybe literally in Hawke's case.]

That's not really why they were happy I did it, but sure, let's go with that.

Maybe you stubbed your this morning so later you'll trip and miss being hit by a pipe that mysteriously falls from the ceiling right in front of you.

[Scratches her chest, god that is so much better. How do other women survive? Then she snorts a little.]

It's not exactly the sexiest move I can imagine. Freedom? Much more important.

As if I'd miss being hit by a pipe.

[Actually, the pipe is more likely to explode.]

The sexy part wasn't the move, it was what came after.

[EYEBROW WAGGLE.]

That's why it would be destiny. The one time the pipe misses you.

[Rolling her eyes. NATE YOUR SO LAME. But she kinda likes it.]

You'll have to teach me your bra undoing ways so I can get to the sexy part with someone. Or else I'll be without such important charms.

Destiny isn't that nice.

[Never has been before. YES HE KNOWS HE'S LAME, BUT IN AN AWESOME WAY.]

No, see, you're approaching it all wrong. You don't unhook a bra to get to the sexy part; you get to unhook the bra because they already know you're going to be good at the sexy part.

Is destiny ever kind? Nice sounds like wishful thinking.

{She scrunches her nose because she doesn't like being told she's wrong and also because COME ON NATE.]

Well none of the women I've ever had a sexy time with even wore bras or whatever that was. They're all things that lift and tie in the front. [She indicates the front of her chest. Clearly, she's never worn such a thing.] Everyone assumes that I'm good at the sexy part, anyway.

[He doesn't know whether the lack of bras makes Hawke's world less advanced or more.]

Well, see? There you go. That's the kind of assumption that'll help you out.

Are you, though?

I usually get asked for a second round if that's what you're asking.

[She sniffs and reaches out to pat Kitty's head. This should be so weird but some how it's not weird. You're a real pal Nate.]

More or less.

[He nods approvingly and doesn't reach out to give her a high five. That'd be tacky.]

So if you meet someone you're into on the Moira, just tell her that you've got good references and that should overcome your crippling inability to unhook a bra.

I'm not sure when you're trying to seduce someone you should bring up references from other people you've seduced.

[she just seems very amused at the idea. Well Isabela would appreciate it.]

Depends how practical the person you're trying to seduce is. They might appreciate experience and skill.

[He shrugs.]

But I'm maybe not the best person to offer advice on that. I'm retired from new seductions now.

A real tragedy. I guess you'll just have to use your skills to help everyone else from the sidelines.

[She snorts and scratches at her healing stitches again.]

Or maybe I'll just have to go ask the other you. Were you already a master bra remover at that age? I'm curious.

[Of course not.]

Edited 2016-08-12 19:23 (UTC)

[Okay. Nate is not often rendered speechless, but that gets it done...briefly.]

Okay, one: no, I wasn't. I'm not even going to tell you when I lost my virginity. And two: that is illegal, Hawke.

[Also it's just wrong!!!!]

I wasn't asking but I won't judge if you tell me. I was mostly just curious about your younger and apparently even more wild younger days. It sounds exciting.

[Whatever dude, she's just casually rubbing her nose and yawning as she readjusts her pillowing against Kitty. She doesn't even feel bad at all. Plus she lost her virginity young so NO JUDGEMENTS.]

I think I'll keep it to myself, thanks. And of course they were wilder, I'm a boring old married guy now.

[It's more pleasant than it sounds.]

And here I thought I was getting juicy gossip about those wilder days. [But oh well, if he's going to mock himself...] I'd say definitely old but only half boring.

Oh, good. What would it take to get rid of the boring half? Just curious, doesn't mean I'd actually do it.

[Hawke yawns and stretches thoughtfully.]

I dunno. Fight a dragon and ride it, probably.

Yeaaaaah, no thanks. I'll stay boring, in that case.

Oh come on. Fighting dragons is fun. Dodging fire! Going for that weak spot under the arm!

Riding is a bit harder.

I rode a horse a couple of days before I got yanked to space and I practically had to put an ice pack on my balls. And a horse doesn't breathe fire or try to eat you. No thanks.

[Oh god. That's funny. That's so funny. Okay it's really not that funny really but she's laughing anyway. Covering her face with her arms and rolling onto her side, she laughs much harder than really necessary at that. And Hawke realizes she's desperately been seeking something funny. Something to to break the ennui that she's been stuck in ever since the slaver planet and for some reason, it's Nathan's sore balls.

Bless you Nathan Drake.]

[Nate just sits and watches, as does Kitty, not nearly as surprised as he might be by the disproportionate laughter. He doesn't know all of what's been going on in Hawke's head, but between recent events and what he knows of her as a person, he's kind of got the sense that she could really use a good laugh.]

I'm glad you find my potential inability to father children so funny.

[The funny thing is, he means it.]

[Hawke finally emerges from her fit with a hiccup and wipes a stray tear from her eye. Kitty decides to help by leaning over to lick her face and get a taste of those delicious salty tears.

She has to avoid Nate's glance, half because she doesn't want to start laughing again and half because she doesn't want to know if he has one of those "oh I'm glad you're okay after all that tough shit you went through" looks that people give her. Maker, she hates that stupid look. Maybe Nate's not that sort but she doesn't even want to risk the idea.

So Hawke makes a point to respond in the middle of rubbing both of her eyes.]

I believe that your balls will be just fine. You seem pretty tough so you ought to have tough balls, right?

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