Party Banter Meme

[faderifting]

In the Dragon Age games, as you travel Thedas with your best pals, they have a lot of short conversations about politics, the weather, butts, etc. So this is the Fade Rift equivalent, in four easy steps!

1. Imagine your characters are on a very long walk toward a mission objective, or on a very long walk back after kicking ass, or standing guard together, or gathering herbs, or working in the library late at night, or something. Anything sort of boring that might make people want to have a dumb conversation just to break things up a bit.

OPTIONAL ASSISTANT: Since so many people reported being out of it, we made a random generator to help you come up with some general banter prompts for your top-levels.

2. Post a few remarks your character might say (similar to TFLN, except spoken out loud and less ridiculous and sexy, maybe. maybe not. we don’t know your life) while passing the time.

3. Tag around to reply to those general remarks or to start new/wildcard conversations! Threads should be pretty short and involve minimal action; there’s no need to turn anything into a big production. Multiperson threads are encouraged. Series of conversations between the same two characters occurring on different days are also encouraged.

4. Gather up all of your little conversation snippets like a bouquet and keep them forever, because they’re game canon. Banter threads can't be used for Base AC, but do count towards AC Rewards points.

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[bouchonne]

You tell me about my wife's preferences?

[sarcophage]

Strange, isn't it? I wouldn't have thought it necessary, either, but here we are.

[bloodandsand]

[ She hums softly and reaches out to brush his cheek lightly with her knuckles. ]

I wonder that myself. It's been some time since I've loved anyone as sweet as you.

[cozen]

Ah, that is true. Like razors. Maybe you can wear a sign that says so, while you loom, so everyone knows how much to fear you.

[ Anyway. ]

Is there any chance of it becoming one of those stories where you fall in love for real? I suppose she is a little young.

[bouchonne]

[ Byerly's quick and very real laugh makes it pretty clear how likely that is. ]

Ah, no. Young, yes, and more than that - I tell you this in the strictest confidence, dear Bastien, but my wife does not - hm - have any yearning for the rough and indelicate touch of a man's hand.

[cozen]

I enjoy all of them. Perhaps we could kick the stone and play word association at the same time!

[cozen]

Perhaps they knew the stream had been placed there by the Maker when he first created the world, in anticipation of you needing its protection—

Mm. No. Horses are not that smart.

[cozen]

That is a good point. I will have to leave you here again. If anyone tries to take you, scream as loud as you can—if that does not make them change their minds, I will make sure I am close enough to hear you and come help.

[cozen]

I see.

[ A pause to look only half as terribly fond (and touched, to be trusted) as he feels, because he doesn't want to prompt any squirming or explanations as to how this is all actually somehow very selfish. ]

That is certainly understandable. Rough, indelicate, and dirty, most of the time. Hairy half of it. We are all lucky any woman in Thedas yearns for a man's hands at all. [ More seriously, ] I am glad she has found a shield.

[bouchonne]

A frail one, to be sure. But I am glad of it as well. And honored to be considered so by her.

[ Then, with a shrug - ]

And anyway, some of us rather enjoy something rough and indelicate and hairy.

[bouchonne]

[ He takes her hand and kisses her knuckles gently. ]

Do you want something besides sweetness? Or is this pleasing to you?

[cozen]

But draw the line at dirt?

[bouchonne]

Bastien.

[ Given Byerly's smell at various times - clearly not. ]

[cozen]

Byerly.

[ Fereldan perfume. ]

How much of that do you get up to, anyway? Is the job interfering?

[cozen]

[ He sighs. He's very oppressed.

But then he straightens his sleeves, rakes the front of his hair into place, and emerges on the other side of those adjustments with the sort of straighter-shouldered, sharper-eyed, snappy confidence that would allow him to hold a room's attention rather than slip off the edges of it, because he's also not a coward. ]

D'accord.

[ Then, lively, in a perfectly adequate but not overly impressive voice: ]

Assehta the elf, with curly feet, and a bare and hairless head,
slept every day on table top, then took breakfast on her—

[ He makes the universal circley gesture for a forgotten word, asking her to fill it in for him. ]

[sulahnan]

[ She laughs, delighted, and supplies: ] Bed!

[cozen]

[ Aha, he snaps, and continues on: ]

She fed the cooks and cleaned the maids and washed the launderess,
then went down to the dungeon to make the guaaards—

[ This time there’s no prompting gesture for that fill-in-blank, only a wincing hesitation at that last drawn-out word. ]

[sulahnan]

[ Wait, is the right answer confess or... ] Undress?

[bouchonne]

In a way.

[ He smiles crookedly.]

It used to be my job. Or a large part of it, anyway.

[cozen]

[ It was definitely confess. But other than a squinting and grinning at her in cheerfully baffled surprise, he doesn’t pause. ]

—and while they took their shirts off, as a way to pass the time,
she begged the prisoner’s pardon for his years of evil—

[sulahnan]

Crime. [ That one's easy, but now she's wondering how to trip him up on the next verse. ]

[cozen]

[ He never trips!

Watch him trip immediately. ]

Then up into the garden, leaving the guards there in their socks,
to walk a path made out of flowers and water all the—

[sulahnan]

[ Hmmmm she'll get him on the next one, it'd be too easy to say the rhyme she's got. ] Rocks...

[cozen]

I am sure it still could be, if you wanted it to be. Monsieur Ambassadeur et son Petit Envoyé.

[bouchonne]

Petit!