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[youallneedme]

Who; Garrett Hawke and OPEN.
What; Everyone goes drinking after having a good ol' showdown with whatever's been crawling out of the chasm. Which will also be logged and backdated someday, apparently.
Where; A tavern or bar.
When; Backdated to April 12th, I think? Late evening.
Rating; Gonna say 14A for CRUDE LANGUAGE.
Status; Open, Ongoing

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[doesnotbrood]

[ Just as it had been in Kirkwall when the eminent threat of Denarius was alleviated, it didn't take long for Fenris to find his way to a bar. He also wasn't terribly surprised to see others from his world there.

Not that he acknowledged them. His mind was a rush of information. Anders knew Garrett, apparently a male version of Marian. Marian was not the Marian he knew. Carver was alive, Bethany dead.

And Anders was here. So, he went to the bar, ordered a bottle of red, refused a glass, and found a broody corner to brood in. ]

[chasindlegend]

[Oh look, 'tis someone who is not an idiot. At least that is what Morrigan is hoping when she walks over to where Fenris was sitting. Or more accurately, where he was brooding.]

My, my, 'Tis quite a lot of wine you have there all by yourself. Do you often brood and drink alone?

[doesnotbrood]

I'm not brooding. [He heaves a sigh but offers the bottle to her.] Would you care for some?

[chasindlegend]

It certainly looks as though you are brooding. [She shakes her head.] I do not drink. I find no enjoyment in losing control of myself.

[doesnotbrood]

[He shrugs as if to say 'more for me' and takes a pull from his bottle.] Very well. Then why are you here?

[chasindlegend]

[She's not really sure anymore.] Entertainment. I found myself quite bored and discovered there were more than a few fools here for me to amuse myself with. [Don't worry, she's not counting you among them. Yet.]

[doesnotbrood]

[He chuckled.] It's a tavern. They're gathering places for fools from all around. A Tavern in a nexus of worlds, [He motioned around] Well, I'm certain you can follow that line of logic to its end.

[And a bitter laugh.] I suppose that casts myself in a negative light.

[chasindlegend]

[She chuckles.] Oh, I am certain I follow that line of thinking.

[She shrugs.] Perhaps, so far you appear to be less of a fool than some.

[doesnotbrood]

[He gave a small nod.] I'll take that as the compliment it clearly is, though my competition dissuades me from thinking too much of myself.

[chasindlegend]

At least you don't have the stench that some do....yet. [She's looking at Alistair right now. IN DISGUST.]

[doesnotbrood]

[He chuckled.] Are you certain it isn't simply his presence which offends you?

[chasindlegend]

[she laughs.] 'Tis certainly unpleasant to be around him, so perhaps that is true. 'Tis worse tonight though, his idiocy is doubled along with the stench.

[doesnotbrood]

[And he actually laughs] at that.] Well, drink does magnify most emotions. Personality traits as well, it would seem.

[chasindlegend]

I had not thought 'twas possible for him to be more stupid, yet he was.

[doesnotbrood]

I can think of a few people that reminds me of, actually.

[chasindlegend]

Oh? Do tell.