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[Hawke's been thrown her fair share of curveballs by life, but this? This is... different. Okay, that's putting it delicately: this shit's weird, as Varric would probably say. And as someone who's seen a LOT of weird shit, that's saying something. It's a lot to take in, but Relm, despite being rattled, doesn't let it show. Her usual snark hides the nervousness she's feeling at being in a new place and far away from the familiar.
At least there's a way to get back... though Maker knows how long it'll take. And honestly? She's not in much of a rush. If it weren't for Carver and her friends, scattered as they are, she probably wouldn't be inclined to go back at all. Not that she'll admit it.
With a little introduction and instructions, some money and a pat on the back to send her on her way, Relm finds herself wandering the city. Sure, she could go to her new place (ugh, communal living) but instead she winds up sitting in some grass in a quiet location, just trying to get her thoughts together. And it's then she remembers the little... phone, they called it? She could talk to a bunch of people at once with it. They even showed her how to use it.
A big mistake, as they'll all discover.
Well, if she's going to be here for Maker knows how long, might as well introduce herself and get a feel for the others here.]
Oh I do love it when life keeps reminding me that it's capable of surprising me. You'd think by now I'd have learned my lesson, but oh no. Foolish, foolish me.
[It's all said in a joking, almost laughing tone.]
Riverview. Quaint name. Not so quaint city. The ridiculously high buildings are going to take some getting used to. It's all so... clean. A laughable complaint, maybe, but well, I'm going to complain anyway.
The oh so lovely people at the gate gave me the basics, but there are a few horrendously pressing questions I do have for you lot:
One, where are the best places to drink? Two, what's the general view about mages and magic here? And three, where does one acquire... let's say art supplies? Paper or parchment, ink or charcoal, and the like? Maybe even paint if I feel so inclined.
[She almost goes to end it there, but, well, her mother didn't raise a complete barbarian.]
Oh, yes, introductions. My name is Hawke. Hopefully my reputation didn't precede me here.
At least there's a way to get back... though Maker knows how long it'll take. And honestly? She's not in much of a rush. If it weren't for Carver and her friends, scattered as they are, she probably wouldn't be inclined to go back at all. Not that she'll admit it.
With a little introduction and instructions, some money and a pat on the back to send her on her way, Relm finds herself wandering the city. Sure, she could go to her new place (ugh, communal living) but instead she winds up sitting in some grass in a quiet location, just trying to get her thoughts together. And it's then she remembers the little... phone, they called it? She could talk to a bunch of people at once with it. They even showed her how to use it.
A big mistake, as they'll all discover.
Well, if she's going to be here for Maker knows how long, might as well introduce herself and get a feel for the others here.]
Oh I do love it when life keeps reminding me that it's capable of surprising me. You'd think by now I'd have learned my lesson, but oh no. Foolish, foolish me.
[It's all said in a joking, almost laughing tone.]
Riverview. Quaint name. Not so quaint city. The ridiculously high buildings are going to take some getting used to. It's all so... clean. A laughable complaint, maybe, but well, I'm going to complain anyway.
The oh so lovely people at the gate gave me the basics, but there are a few horrendously pressing questions I do have for you lot:
One, where are the best places to drink? Two, what's the general view about mages and magic here? And three, where does one acquire... let's say art supplies? Paper or parchment, ink or charcoal, and the like? Maybe even paint if I feel so inclined.
[She almost goes to end it there, but, well, her mother didn't raise a complete barbarian.]
Oh, yes, introductions. My name is Hawke. Hopefully my reputation didn't precede me here.
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As for drinking, well it sort of depends what kind of place you're looking for. There's some nice bars, but there's also strip clubs and things like that.
Anyway, welcome! I'm Alex.
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...I keep hearing about these clubs. A strip club, you say? Like stripping of clothes?
[If so, sign her the fuck up.]
Well met, Alex. How long have you been here?
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Yep, people definitely take off the clothes for money there. [There's no judgment, just a simple statement of fact.]
I've been here seven months or so now.
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[She's totally just checking it. Nope, no ulterior motive here at all.]
Is it common for people to be there that long?
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Which? The school or the strip club?
[But she's a little more somber for the next question.]
Unfortunately yes. There are a lot pf people who've been here even longer than I have.
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[For entirely different reasons.]
Hmm. So they weren't kidding when they said it could take awhile to make the portal work and take someone home. Or have that many people just decided to stay?
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Then her voice becomes more serious. ]
Most of the people who I know here are waiting for the portal to get back home. I think the longest time I've heard was two years? But I could be mistaken. It was sort of one of those through the grapevine things rather than me actually talking to them.
[Sue her, Alex was nosy.]
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Fair enough. So, it's safe to assume I should get comfortable here?
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Well, it's pretty varied actually. This month is a festival of friendship, but last month was definitely a time for mourning. It was a memorial for those who had been lost in the first war here, and the illness that gave the name to the town. But there's festivals for light and sex and intimacy. It's kind of both crazy and really amazing all at the same time.
Even if I don't really approve of being turned into a kid for a few days just because someone happened to share a flower with me.
[Those words happened to come with a smile, because she wasn't really all that bothered; it had been nice to have a break and just do stupid things like play tag.]
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How very interesting. Well, at least it sounds like there's hardly ever -
Er, wait. You were turned into a child? Because of a flower?
[...boy that's some interesting enchanting there.]
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[Even if it wasn't advice that Alex tended to stick to by any means.]
But if you were going to say that this place hardly ever sounds boring? Yeah, it's definitely not. Not by any stretch of the imagination. There's always something going on either here or on the other side of the wall or both.
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Yes, and apparently I'll be venturing around outside it eventually. Somehow I wound up joining the Perimeter Guard. [She snorts.] Those people who greet you at the portal are sneaky ones. Half sure I got conned into it.
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[Little does she know...]
But yeah, they definitely warn you, a lot of the time things are good and like make you get out your inner feelings or make you feel the light of happiness. But sometimes, they're a right pain in the ass.
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I'll definitely have to ask. When you say Dorian, you don't happen to mean Dorian Pavus, do you? Dark hair, impeccable mustache, air of refinement and Tevinter snobbery to him?
[Bless Dorian but he can absolutely be a snob.]
Suppose I'll see for myself in time, then. How very intriguing this all sounds. [And mildly worrisome. "Get out your inner feelings" isn't quite something she finds to be a good thing, but she'll, well, keep that to herself.]
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Yeah, that's him. I hope anyway! He's too delightful for there to be more than one of him.
[Alex likes him a lot, but she remembers when they went out drinking and the snobbery then.]
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[Really, she has nothing against him. He stands for Tevinter's good qualities (and a handful of its bad). But he's also so easy to poke fun at.]
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Really? That sounds like a story.
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[There's a grin in her voice if nothing else.]
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Well, you've certainly given me a lot to mull over. I appreciate your help and advice, Alex.
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