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TEST DRIVE MEME!
WHAT A GLOOORIOUS FEELING
How’s the weather, Inquisition? Terrible. Heavy rainfall pelts the plains and the mountains, four straight days of it! Dark clouds block out the sun. It may begin to feel like there’s no end to the storms in sight. When darkness falls, cold evening temperatures turn that rain frigid. Your boots, your socks, they’re soaked through. Everyone smells like wet wool.
And as if all that weren’t enough: the increased rainfall loosens patches of mud and shale, causing mudslides.
1. We’re not in Orzammar anymore…
2. Are you mad? That’s twelve year old scotch!
3. I gotta go, Julia, we got bears.
4. We got 12 skins of water, 56 ales, two vodkas, four whiskeys, six bottles of wine, tequila, hazelnut paste, cheese, bread, eggs, bananas, apples, bacon, steaks, pancakes, dry grain, milk, sweet tomato sauce, half a pudding, half-ounce Sour Wine, 3 1/2 grams Grand Inquisitor Kush, one ounce of 'shrooms, 15 ecstasy potions, a smutty woodcut, a bat…
5. Lots of fish… and lots of weather.
WE'RE STILL IN THE HINTERLANDS
How’s the weather, Inquisition? Terrible. Heavy rainfall pelts the plains and the mountains, four straight days of it! Dark clouds block out the sun. It may begin to feel like there’s no end to the storms in sight. When darkness falls, cold evening temperatures turn that rain frigid. Your boots, your socks, they’re soaked through. Everyone smells like wet wool.
And as if all that weren’t enough: the increased rainfall loosens patches of mud and shale, causing mudslides.
1. We’re not in Orzammar anymore…
A recent group of dwarven traders bearing fine crafts and goods were inbound for Skyhold, ready to flood the markets with their wares. Instead, they got flooded out.
Yes, word has reached the Inquisition that the traders have been unfortunately detained by the weather and they are now in need of a rescue. Dare you venture out into the lashing rain and sliding mud to rescue the traders?
If you do so dare, you’ll find some of the traders to be exceedingly grateful for your efforts, ready to bestow handsome rewards on you, O Brave Soul -- just as soon as you’ve escorted them safely back to Skyhold. Or you might find a cluster of more disagreeable traders, grumpy at the water in their boots and the loss of their goods. Some of those goods might still be rescuable, if you want to wade out into a mud field to retrieve a fallen chest, or tug an errant terrified donkey back onto what’s passing for dry road these days.
As you carry these treasures back to their masters, or back to Skyhold, you might consider helping yourself to a sampling of the wares on your way back. After all, your reward might not be adequate, and you are risking your life for these ungrateful sons of mothers. Just don’t get caught. These traders don’t look kindly on thieves, and frayed tempers snap easily.
Feel free to get stuck on your way to the rescue, too. Weather out the storm with a fellow do-gooder. These days, the rescuers might need rescuing just as much.
2. Are you mad? That’s twelve year old scotch!
In Skyhold and the surrounding tent towns, what with the confusion and the panic and the scramble for high ground, market stalls are left unattended and wares are ripe for the taking. For some, temptation proves to be too much. Where there’s disaster, there’s often looting! A few vendors defend their own wares, and those that can’t make desperate entreaties for assistance. Bandits! Thieves!
Are you a brave and hale friend to the Inquisition and to good honest trade, ready to defend the wares of the waterlogged merchants? Or maybe your sticky fingers spot a tempting treasure too great to ignore. If they didn’t want it stolen, they should have taken it with them! Watch out for that Qunari metalsmith with the mean right hook. He’s not to be trifled with, and his blow will leave you toothless in the mud.
3. I gotta go, Julia, we got bears.
The rainfall has disturbed more than the mud. Bears, resting in their caves, have found their caves to be too damp for their liking, and they’ve taken to the open air to vent their spleens. Some people say that the bears are as frightened as you are, but when you’re faced with a six hundred pound beast with huge pointy teeth, their innocence is a little harder to keep in perspective.
The tents surrounding greater Skyhold are especially worried by rogue bears. Make a stand against them, or else help evacuate a threatened campsite. Mudwrestling a bear is a great way to impress the ladies, or the gentlemen… but no one will blame you for beating a hasty retreat.
4. We got 12 skins of water, 56 ales, two vodkas, four whiskeys, six bottles of wine, tequila, hazelnut paste, cheese, bread, eggs, bananas, apples, bacon, steaks, pancakes, dry grain, milk, sweet tomato sauce, half a pudding, half-ounce Sour Wine, 3 1/2 grams Grand Inquisitor Kush, one ounce of 'shrooms, 15 ecstasy potions, a smutty woodcut, a bat…
TIME TO HUNKER DOWN. In the tavern, the barkeep is handing out free spiced wine to anyone who takes refuge behind her door. The din of conversation and lutesong makes a fine lullabye for the careworn traveler, and you might find yourself inadvertently dropping off to sleep. Or maybe someone’s fallen asleep on you.
Who can blame the slumberers, finally safe and warm and dry? In the tavern, the fires have been built up to ward off the chill and the damp, but relaxation is a little more difficult these days. You really have to elbow your way in there to get close to that warmth. Once you get close enough, you’ll find that the hearths are taken up with dozens and dozens of wet socks and wetter boots, steaming gently as they dry. Be disgusted if you want, or else peel off your own and go barefoot while you wait.
Hey! What’s going on over there? Someone’s taking one of your socks! Stop, thief!
If you can’t make it to the tavern, you might find yourself holed up somewhere a little more unlikely. The limited space within Skyhold means there aren’t a lot of free rooms. That door you shoulder open in desperation might have an owner already. Intrusions aren’t always unwelcome, but beware of what -- or who! -- you might find.
5. Lots of fish… and lots of weather.
WILDCARD. Whatever you do, just remember: there’s a lot of rain, you’re very wet, and if you’re feeling amorous, keep in mind that everyone smells like wet wool. We cannot stress this enough.
Cosima Niehaus | Orphan Black
There is rain all over her glasses.
Not that Cosima isn't grateful for them - imagine if she'd been a contact lens wearer, as good as blind as soon as a lens popped out - but glasses are not really ideal accessories in a torrential downpour.
That's what she'll blame when someone nearly knocks into her. It definitely is not that she knocks into them first because she can't really see where she's going. When they drop what they're carrying, she reaches down to pick it up, though, because that's polite. "You shouldn't really be carrying ironwork in the rain without a cloth or something," she starts to say... and then registers angry shouting getting rapidly closer. That can't be good.
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Cosima is barefoot, cross-legged and itching for some way to take notes. She knows her laptop would be impractical, but a simple notebook would do. Being warm for the first time in days has restored her optimism in good measure and everyone taking shelter at the same time presents her an array of people to interview - or at least chat with.
That is, she would chat with them, except the warmth and the wine are pushing her toward drowsiness. It would be completely embarrassing to pass out on the nearest shoulder, so she firmly resolves not to. She's just going to rest her eyes. For a moment.
COSIMAAAAAAAAAA... 4
Once her mug is empty and she can't get anyone to bring her a refill, however, she zeroes in on the sleeping woman again, reaching to shake her opposite shoulder gently.
"Excuse me sweetheart, usually I expect someone to buy me a drink before they sleep with me- or on me, as the case may be."
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And then, a moment later, her brain catches up with what's happened and she jerks back, embarrassed.
"Uh wow, sorry about that. I really didn't, um." She retrieves her glasses from where they'd fallen, sheepish. "If I drooled on you, I guess I owe you two drinks, huh?" She tries to make it something between a joke and a genuine offer - she's not yet sure whether the nearest shoulder is actually annoyed or not.
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"My name is Andra. I would have introduced myself before, but you seemed sleepy." Still a little off center from the looks of it too, poor thing. At least she fell asleep on someone who isn't likely to mind.
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Her smile is sheepish, but she relaxes a little as it's clear Andra isn't put out with her.
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"I don't think you're alone. The poor weather has most of Skyhold crammed in here, no wonder it's warm."
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She's going to need better boots, if so. Hers are really more meant for style - a fashion statement that made much more sense in a grad school lab than in Thedas. One step at a time, though.
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"Ferelden, so not too close but not too far, and yes. You should brace yourself for regular torrential downpours. Although snow is a bit more common here specifically." Mountain, and all. But really, the weather in Thedas does not always lend itself to fashionable boots.
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It's a little less weird of a way to put it than trying to create enough context to accurately describe his collect of trade paperbacks and 20-sided dice. She misses Scott, sharply, for all that having Sarah or even Beth would be a little more practical in the help department.
"What brings you here? Before the rain, I mean." She gestures more expansively. "Here-not-Ferelden."