[ Chloe wasn't good at fighting - at least, not good to the point that she would be of any help without a great deal of training. Training she wasn't particularly interested in getting started on when she was still trying to wrap her mind around well ... literally everything about this place, and why she was here, and what this Inquisition thing even was (did people expect it? Or was this not That Kind of Inquisition?) and so the best place to go had seemed to be the library for all of that. Learn new things, study new histories, maybe find something she could actually offer to help out with whatever she was supposed to be helping out with.
Except it's been so long since she's actually studied anything that she's not used to the effort it takes, and the brain power, and the concentration. Which is why she may have accidentally fallen asleep on top of one of said books, using one particularly thick one as a pillow, and she'll swear she's not actually drooling on the pages. Except she's... definitely drooling on the pages.
Save these books, please. ]
( B ) SENDING CRYSTAL
Alright look. I can handle a lot of change, I'll fucking deal with the nicotine withdrawal if I have to, but like --
[ She cuts off with a sigh; her head is killing her, and she might sound a little desperate, like there's something she desperately needs to feel whole again. ]
I will literally trade everything on my person for a burger. Or whatever even passes as a burger. Cheeseburger gets you a kiss on top of it, I swear. Just something greasy and worthy of being put on a Red Robin menu, I beg of you.
[ ... And apparently that need is greasy diner food. Chloe Price at her finest. ]
Chloe Price | Life is Strange | Rifter
[ Chloe wasn't good at fighting - at least, not good to the point that she would be of any help without a great deal of training. Training she wasn't particularly interested in getting started on when she was still trying to wrap her mind around well ... literally everything about this place, and why she was here, and what this Inquisition thing even was (did people expect it? Or was this not That Kind of Inquisition?) and so the best place to go had seemed to be the library for all of that. Learn new things, study new histories, maybe find something she could actually offer to help out with whatever she was supposed to be helping out with.
Except it's been so long since she's actually studied anything that she's not used to the effort it takes, and the brain power, and the concentration. Which is why she may have accidentally fallen asleep on top of one of said books, using one particularly thick one as a pillow, and she'll swear she's not actually drooling on the pages. Except she's... definitely drooling on the pages.
Save these books, please. ]
( B ) SENDING CRYSTAL
Alright look. I can handle a lot of change, I'll fucking deal with the nicotine withdrawal if I have to, but like --
[ She cuts off with a sigh; her head is killing her, and she might sound a little desperate, like there's something she desperately needs to feel whole again. ]
I will literally trade everything on my person for a burger. Or whatever even passes as a burger. Cheeseburger gets you a kiss on top of it, I swear. Just something greasy and worthy of being put on a Red Robin menu, I beg of you.
[ ... And apparently that need is greasy diner food. Chloe Price at her finest. ]