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[fuckyou_chorus]

[There is no sunrise today. The only light comes from Camp's buildings, and it seems flashlights are still banned.

On the doors to the Mess Hall and the library are other notes:

It hoards.]

[Camp is in permanent night-time mode! Characters who usually can't go out during daylight hours can now venture forth AT ALL TIMES, WOWWWW. Those who

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[fistingthing]

[There is a set of eyes shining with green light, and they are coming in your direction. From their distance off the ground, whatever they belong to must be as large as a person.]

[What do you do?]

(ooc: open to jumping by anyone!)

[sharpasafawkes]

Oh should I go shooting you on accident then? Or just assume that everything's all friendly and wind up mauled?

...But what'd you want to talk about?

[fistingthing]

Do not get yourself mauled.

Ah . . . [Oh, someone looks a bit embarrassed.]

[sharpasafawkes]

... What's wrong Fenris?

[fistingthing]

Nothing is wrong.

[sharpasafawkes]

... If you're all right then, to the bar? I could go for a game of billiards.

[fistingthing]

That sounds agreeable. Or perhaps we could play cards; it has been some time since my last game of Wicked Grace.

[sharpasafawkes]

I've never heard of that one, how does it go?

[knightguard]

[Am I supposed to do something?]

[fistingthing]

[only if you're not used to it]

Aveline.

[knightguard]

[oh, well then]

That would be so useful right about now.

[fistingthing]

A pity for you that you were not born an elf, then.

Or not, given how much you enjoy your position as Guard-Captain.

[knightguard]

Enjoyed, you mean.

[fistingthing]

. . . mm. How is it that you haven't thrashed Anders yet?

[knightguard]

I follow the law, even if it has discarded me. I can hardly punish someone for something they haven't yet done.

[fistingthing]

Perhaps, and yet I keep wondering if it could be prevented.

But I will not act upon my wondering.

[Not unless Hawke gives the go-ahead, anyways.]