Cúrre (
hownkai) wrote in
thisavrou_log2016-01-01 12:09 am
( january intro log )
Who: Everyone
When: January 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: None, but please label anything you do that needs a warning
When: January 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: None, but please label anything you do that needs a warning
I N T R O L O G |
"I used to live in a room of mirrors, and all I could see was me..."
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"One of these days I'm going to ask you what does go down in a lab where you're from."
But he has a drink to take, so he does - another glass gone, and he's pouring the next.
"She's back in my room, I'll have to introduce the two of you."
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It's rude to talk about people who might be (are...?) listening, after all.
"Oh yeah? That's lucky, getting kidnapped with your girlfriend." He paused a beat. "Wife?"
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"Very lucky, if you ask me. I don't know how I'd manage without her." He raises his cup as if toasting her, then gestures with it to Sans. "I'll introduce the two of you sooner or later." ...Then he realises that if Sans only knew what Bianca was, that could have been taken very badly, and he snorts to himself.
"Right... Never have I ever...seen an alien. Before I ended up on this ship, that is." Apparently everybody and their mothers around here just takes this whole extraterrestrial 'we come from outer space' shit entirely in their stride.
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Sans was already pounding back another swig in response to Varric's question. He could have stopped short at merely another sip, but with the bottle so close to empty...
Dropping it back on the table triumphantly, Sans looked caught in a giggling daze.
"I'm won't alien to ya. Most of the stuff aboard this tub is pretty new to me." The pun was weak, but in all honesty Sans was getting a little fargone. This was about the point where his brother would storm in and princess carry him to bed. He was late this evening. "But hey, never have I ever complained about my lot in life."
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And he's still laughing as he drinks. "If I could make coin out of complaining about my lot in life, I'd never have to do business again. I could retire to Rivain and write books from the comfort of my villa or...some shit."
He stares at his empty cup, eyes the bottle. "Andraste's ass, I'm drunk."
Didn't quite see that coming.
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"N' you're a writer. Damn. I got a million more questions now." He leaned forward abruptly across the table, gesturing with an empty ketchup bottle. "You gotta write me something for my kid brother's bedtime stories, alright? He'd flip for something personalized."
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"Andraste is the spiritual wife of the Maker," he says, trying to affect a pious voice and doing very badly at it. "The founder of the Chantry and the source of its teachings..." He snorts into his drink. He's not good at piety, despite ostensibly being Andrastian.
"You might have to ask me when I'm sober, otherwise I'm not sure he'd be able to read it." He drinks, but now it's just for the sake of it. "Unless deciphering it's half the fun."
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"Nah, nah, I'll help you start. Okay. Here y'go." Steadying himself in a vain attempt to quell his laughter, Sans began. "Once upon a time, there was a super great skeleton who was awesome at everything he tried."
Another drink, another gesture in Varric's direction.
"Now you."