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.

Comments

[bloodandsand]

If you insist. [ She tugs him closer and does not kiss him. Not yet. She leans in close and ghosts her lips along his jaw. ] Will you tell me, are you as sweet when you're naked as you are clothed?

[windyvoice]

Duh. You only sound like my dad when you're trying to sound like a sleazy creep. But sometimes you just sound like a totally regular dad.

[bouchonne]

Sweeter.

[bouchonne]

That's -

[ And Byerly, in an unexpected and rare turn of events, is lost for words. Finally - ]

Let us discuss something else.

[windyvoice]

[ Jenny Lou: 1, Byerly: 0 ]

Like?

[bouchonne]

We're having some trouble in the Gallows latrines. A blockage. I believe we need a volunteer to go down and unblock them.

[bloodandsand]

[ She drops a kiss against his cheek. ]

Are you teasing or instructing me?

[windyvoice]

Wow, that's a toughy. Good luck with that.

[cozen]

[ Maybe life is just a very, very long game, has he considered. ]

She did when we talked about it. Or she thought she had made you angry, at least.

[bouchonne]

Oh.

[ Well. He taps a finger against his thigh, frowning slightly. ]

There was something of that sort, yes. At one point. But it doesn't really matter now.

[cozen]

Good. If you had a permanent feud, being caught between you would destroy me.

[bouchonne]

What - She means that much to you?

[cozen]

[ He twists his arm to elbow Byerly in the side. But not hard. ]

[bouchonne]

Ow. It's a genuine question. I didn't even know you were really friends.

[cozen]

I suppose that is fair.

[ Given he’s friendly to everyone, whether he actually likes them or not, and all of that. ]

We are really friends. She is precious and funny, and she is going to take me to Rivain on a griffon. [ Maybe. ]

[bouchonne]

She really threatened you with that? How dreadful. Do you need me to protect you?

[bouchonne]

I thought you might be well-suited.

[bouchonne]

[ A laugh - ]

Informing you. That I'm better nude than clothed.

[cozen]

Is there a problem with Rivain?

[ SURELY not a problem with the griffons. ]

[bouchonne]

[ A laugh, and a shake of his head. ]

Maker, you could not pay me to fly on one of those things. You could say to me, The war will end tomorrow if you simply scramble aboard these half-chicken-half-nug monstrosities, and I would say, Let scores more die.

[ Byerly and heights very much do not mix. ]

[cozen]

Monstrosities? They are beautiful.

[bouchonne]

There's a reason they're historically associated with the Gray Wardens. The level of charm is roughly equal for both.

[wythersake]

Ancient beyond measure.

[wythersake]

As rumour has it. But rumour qualifies you to wed great numbers of the Gallows — the Warden among them.

[wythersake]

What would you call it?

[ he lifts it with both hands, gloved hands, the reason for which might be clear by the hyena cub's apparent desire to gnaw on literally everything ]

Careful. He already has teeth.